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| Mandrakes House
Posted: 5/4/2008 9:31:30 PM | I stand corrected....the word "fictionary" is NOT my invention....seems it was the name of the game "Balderdash"
It is also the name of a "fake" dictionary....I should have googled it first. Oh well, back to the drawing board. | |
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| Mandrakes House
Posted: 5/5/2008 7:21:31 AM | MAXIMIZING
minimizing
somewhere in between
the K and the serpent,
shall I find my queen?
L....O....N.....G
short
the thick of it all
someone tell queen
to give me a call!
Do I have to settle for the spoiled princess again? NOT! | |
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| Mandrakes House
Posted: 5/5/2008 7:42:18 AM | Ya know in a call from the queen
you'll have to kiss her ring?!!....lol
Sip some tea
eat a Crumpet(is that how you spell it?...lol)
Simplicity at its finest
Look for a Goddess!!!
You Adonus!!!  | |
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| Mandrakes House
Posted: 5/5/2008 8:34:45 AM | hiya Hammy! 
Tea and crumpets
I am familiar with,
travels to England,
back in the day.
Such wonderful memories
of my life there,
castles and moats
drawbridges to boot!
Sunday carboots,
flea markets to us,
quaint villages
from yesterdays past.
Old Roman foot bridges
still intact,
jousting shows
just for fun.
alas! I remember it well! | |
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| Mandrakes House
Posted: 5/5/2008 10:20:58 PM | Self imposed exile,
abandoned spirit,
separated chambers of
mental absence,
lost in a void of nothingness,
unavoidable clash
of titanic swords,
his finest hour
of darkness
now
his victory,
severing the head
of the serpent
of pain,
he claims his spirit,
raises it high in the air,
claiming ownership! | |
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| Mandrakes House
Posted: 5/5/2008 10:39:18 PM | Locked in a memory,
invisible bars
constricting life,
squeezing,
vice like,
suffocating
my escape,
turning inward
I found the key,
and unlocked
my soul,
never to be confined again. | |
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| Mandrakes House
Posted: 5/5/2008 10:53:50 PM | Someone's been in a pLaYfUl mOoD 
And re above?
Yep that free bird stuff
Lock us in
We'll beat ourselves to death on the bars
Trying to get free
Some are just not born to the whole domesticated thingie
Cant do it
Or did we grow up?
Hmmm
(wolf grins) | |
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| Mandrakes House
Posted: 5/5/2008 11:19:30 PM | ^^^^ Hiya sweety
wolf spirit roams free
never to be
locked in memory.
senses depend on freedom...or they die a slow death!
and with that, I bid you goodnight. | |
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| Mandrakes House
Posted: 5/6/2008 7:25:39 AM | Blackened eyes,
in a blacker night,
perched atop the lonely bridge
and the river runs cold.
white tombstone visions
the final chapter,
from the track marked reality,
and the river runs.
and, in that desperate moment,
did anyone hear?
did anyone care?
brought this home from J's thread.
A moment, a silence,
and the bridge is alone
with it's secrets
and the river cries!
brought this home from J's thread.
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| Mandrakes House
Posted: 5/6/2008 6:15:45 PM | ^^ very nice
and the river cries
tears silently flowing
caught up in eddies
created by undercurrents
they swirl
drawn down
to the briny deep
to the darker places no-one sees
no-one knows
no-one cares
eyes drawn only to the bright reflection
of a sky
that merely lights the way
[cheers manny] | |
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| Mandrakes House
Posted: 5/6/2008 6:28:42 PM | | Hey Salty.....very nice fit....great addition. Good to see you. | |
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| Mandrakes House
Posted: 5/6/2008 7:01:40 PM | Don't recall if I ever told this before
If I did, its worth repeating anyways:
I look'd up the word "Mandrake"
root used long ago in medicine
was the description!!
Ya are a root that continues
to hold fast to the soil
giving remedy to the heart of me
I Love your medicine!!! | |
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| Mandrakes House
Posted: 5/6/2008 7:08:59 PM | *lol* .. I only looked up 'Drake' ..
- a male duck
- a small cannon esp. 17th/18th century
- a mayfly used as fishing bate
Shows what I know!
Glad you found your socks, Hammy.
The whole scene plays out
Rocky beach
Hidden lagoon
Palm trees fringing the golden orange of sunset
All splashed on the mind’s eye
Add a waterfall, why not?
And a veil dancer
Full of movement and laughter and grace
How about a hero too?
Someone to dance for today
Some images have a destiny
Some are to treasure for what they are | |
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| Mandrakes House
Posted: 5/6/2008 7:58:11 PM | Thank you Hammy...and Expat
love the additions to this thread. Nice to see you both here, makes it feel like home! | |
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| Mandrakes House
Posted: 5/7/2008 4:11:26 PM | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
the road less traveled
non-conformist meets match
life’s a trippy trip!
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pun intended .. *wink* .. | |
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| Mandrakes House
Posted: 5/7/2008 7:15:28 PM | nicely done Expat
love the pun!
and the sun turned yellow,
grinning from ear to ear,
while the moon goddess blushed,
turning crimson red,
emitting erotic beams. | |
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| Mandrakes House
Posted: 5/10/2008 4:34:08 AM | Plunder the moon,
raping the beams
of harvest,
leaving the goddess
naked,
alone with darkness,
and bittersweet
memories
of innocence. | |
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| Mandrakes House
Posted: 5/10/2008 7:56:38 AM | How could I resist the plight of your moon goddess, Mandrake?
How could I resist the wordplay possibilities . . . ?
Your sweet moon goddess has tugged at my heart.
Wrapping herself
In bittersweet memories
Of Fredrick’s-Red
Satin and lace
Awaiting Knight’s blade
Virile and skilled
Another bold opening
Through fabric and flesh
Unveiling, exposing
Radiant incandescence
Opening her fully
To his consideration
Heartbeams of gold
To be guarded, a treasure
Or common booty
Worthy only of plunder
Wrapped up in red
Longing to rise
To unveil and to dance
To brighten the night | |
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| Mandrakes House
Posted: 5/10/2008 8:13:03 AM | | Love it!!.....what a wonderful write Expat! Thank you very much for adding your color to this thread. I love the way you took off with this piece. | |
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| Mandrakes House
Posted: 5/10/2008 1:50:56 PM | Nothing profound
Ceiling fan whispers
cool breeze, open door
ponder peacefully
intelligent, articulate
connected on a page
incredulous meanings
afloat near shore
Gentle wind moving
lying in bed
calm, alluring, ardent
passionate lust, hot
uncontrolled pleasures
illicit craving
fascinating, charming
magic, unknown
on a page | |
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| Mandrakes House
Posted: 5/10/2008 4:28:56 PM | | Outsidethebox....welcome to the thread, and to poetry. Thanks for visiting and leaving your write. Much appreciated. Look forward to seeing more of your writing. | |
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| Mandrakes House
Posted: 5/10/2008 4:40:35 PM | Unbelievably PLEASED you fashioned a safety grate around the ceiling fan . .
. . a hazard to parrots!
Incredibly thoughtful of you…hehe…
Welcome to the Poetry Forums ..
Do we stay here and tangle,
Nibbling tropical fruits and each other?
Lounge in a hammock, peacefully pondering,
Whisper-soft breezes cooling our siesta?
Sit with the neighbors, creatively loafing,
Doing nothing in general, just ‘cuz we can?
Or carry boards out to the surf so you can laugh
As a few tons of salt water swallow me under?
Walk cobble-stone streets to see what can be seen?
No obligations. No place to be.
Illicit cravings of jungle-heat passions
Afloat near the shore where promises linger
Incredulous magical memories in words
So close to the heart and so very far | |
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| Mandrakes House
Posted: 5/10/2008 5:24:28 PM | whisper soft breezes
we met up after an afternoon rain,
coming in from a long day
lot of phone calls, and things to do, busy afternoon
just want to get to you, so i came in from the coast
driving through the countryside, to meet you
at that place off from downtown
as i drove up i saw you standing outside
so parked on the side of the street, and got out
hitting the buttin to lock the doors behind
"have you been here long, love?"
"no, i just got here, i had the most horrendous day!"
"let's go inside, and get warm, and you can tell me about it"
a man dressed in a gray wool suit, a black overcoat, and black shoes
opens the door while holding an umbrella, for his mate
a young woman about five foot four with long black hair wearing a black dress
extending to her calves, and a black overcoat
she enters first and then the man
they walk in and take a seat at one of the booths without waiting to be seated
as they are familiar with the establishment
coats removed and hung on the hangars at the end of the booth
the waitress walks over, says" hello, wet one out there today. You look cold dear, i'll see if he wouldn't mind turning up the heat in here" Handing them the menus, she walks away.
The man in the suit half rises, and leans across the table to kiss the girl. The establishment is older, and there are two women in a corner booth talking about their day, they're laughter is overheard.
the man sits, and asks" tell me , what happened today?"
she looks across the table at him, and says . . . . . | |
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| Mandrakes House
Posted: 5/10/2008 5:33:38 PM | she looks across the table at him, and says . . . . .
“Whatever it was is already forgotten.
The only thing real is the look in your eyes.”
Her smile meets his; her expression softens.
She follows her words with a relaxing sigh. | |
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| Mandrakes House
Posted: 5/10/2008 5:44:39 PM | | well, something a bit different I see....thanks eye and expat. A little variety always adds to the decorations on this thread. | |
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