| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/20/2008 5:55:43 AM | the musty smell still lingers
a ghost still remains
in her thousands and thousands of pages
what words were contained
such life she held together
between the pages of her books
when i heard the news of the closing
i simply shook
for a friend she was to me
a friend she'll always be
the secrets that she kept
were for all eternity
forever she remains
her secrets i will keep
when i fondly think of her
i will silently weep
(i am sooo sorry) | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/20/2008 6:22:55 AM | To reminisce on the days that we miss
the goodbyes sealed with a kiss
the cherished years now in the past
sealed forever in a parchments looking glass
the places we called home all gone
as time in its essence marches on
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/20/2008 6:56:06 AM | | Sunoir...what a pleasant surprise to have you visit. Many thanks for helping to brighten the place. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/20/2008 9:27:45 PM | I still remember your scent,
pressed against my lips,
as I kissed you goodbye,
felt the tears of sadness
sting my eyes,
knowing this was the last time
I would touch you,
hold you, kiss you...
that as much as I loved you,
it was not to be,
our journey together
reached it's final destination,
I knew there would never be another
that could ever touch me
the way you did,
open me the way you did....
Numbed by the pain
of life without you,
seemed endless, too much to bare
but time passed on,
and I grew a new life,
a world without you in it,
where my spirit rose to
the mountains, singing songs
of renewal. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/21/2008 7:14:09 AM | Brains, harvested fresh
from blood fields,
slowly sipping droplets
from the stem,
succulent juices of intellect
teasing my palate,
where is that one flavor
that will make me whole?
that perfect DNA that
makes me lovable?
and the search
continues! | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/21/2008 7:27:58 AM | The tree of promises
grew tall and green,
standing proud at the
city gate,
every day people
gathered round
waiting to be fulfilled! | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/21/2008 1:21:08 PM | sometimes
i just want to come in
close the door
and snuggle by the fire
watching the flames dance
brilliantly
letting my cares and woes
fly out the window
i feel safe and warm
you comfort me | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/21/2008 1:25:08 PM | | nice Rose...I know that feeling all too well! It's overcast and gloomy looking today, rain threatening, so I am relaxing at home. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/21/2008 3:10:32 PM | Exploding
fiery fragments dancing
yellows...reds
eyes closing
dancing shadows slide
over my face
languid
as a hammock
gently swaying
blades of grass
silky smooth between my toes
ice cubes sliding slowly down
my throat
chasing away the heat
summer comes to life | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/21/2008 3:13:30 PM | | Ahhhh jujbee....lovin the writes these days hun...lovely liquid flow. Nice having you back with us, I missed you. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/21/2008 9:17:35 PM | Final Evening
The night sky was ours,
Full with the warmth of love,
I felt your hand in mine, yet
a hundred miles away.
I searched your eyes,
and fell on an empty field
of longing, wondering
where you were....
The silence spoke,
and my heart heard you
through the silence,
"are we alright?"
and you spoke!
NO!
The next day came,
standing at the airport,
looking back one last time,
my tears whispering,
I will never stop
loving you! | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/21/2008 9:25:33 PM | evening twilight
soft breeze cools heat of day
clouds illuminate brightest pink, deepest purple
sun melts into horizon
black silhouetted oaks gnarly reach for sky
mt. diablo in dress blues standing at attention in distance
while in my heart, you are there.... | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/22/2008 6:42:02 PM | Stream of Consciousness
licking fire lizards
scorpions carryuing forks
while ants pound the bongos
humping rain in jolly roger neglige
face down in mud puddle of morbidity
plate of saffron orzo and maggots
garnished with a frozen cactus
daisy chain of seven deep green suns whose flames hiss with lust
on the night when mustangs thunder down
for the council with Snow Owl
in the back of a 74 pickup surrounded by vipers and bare vixens
drunk on nightair and the taste of her
monsterous lightning bolt with edges of rose thorns plucked from hells garden
hey Manny, just swingin thru to pay my respects and leave a snippet of brain dribblings | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/22/2008 8:00:53 PM | | hiya Lunar! Wow! That sounds like a few of the nights I spent trippin the old country roads! Lovin yer brain dribblings my man! Kudos! | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/22/2008 8:23:14 PM | | Lunar, isn't that one of the first you ever posted on here? Loved it then, love it still. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/22/2008 8:38:14 PM | Thanx Sophie, but no that one was just spewed forth in about 5 mins of just closing my eyes, calming my mind, and typing whatever images, thoughts, and phrases flowed thru. glad you liked, think I might try the whole stream of consciousness thing more often. its a "technique" I was turned onto in by the editor of Mind Flight, kinda off a springboard thing.
Manny - got me to chucklin when ya mentioned "old country roads". still regret never saving any of the writings from my "Sojourns with the Enlightened Hillbillies" - dont ask long story.. LOL digin ur thread as always man.
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/24/2008 4:56:02 AM | The mist danced
like veils in the wind,
soft whisps of feather white
fingers, caressing evergreens,
phantom frolic in dawn's first
light, translucent splendor
tickling natures canvas,
melting into the warmth of
sun's rays, vanishing, without
a trace. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/24/2008 5:59:17 AM | Not the best way
to start the day,
I woke to the phone ringing,
and found that my application
for sainthood
was rejected!
to make matters worse....
they told me I had to apply
for my second childhood,
so I said to send me an app!
they said "sorry...we're all out "
call back in twenty years!
where is Clint Eastwood when ya need him! | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/24/2008 6:47:42 AM | Just one of those days
just one of those days
Kaos had been found
Maxwell isn’t around
99 lost her numbers
they’re somewhere under covers
where did I go wrong
I’m up to 52
don’t want her missing numbers
just want to subtract a few
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/24/2008 7:08:45 AM | ah sunny life began
at 50 for me...
hell you're a baby
i'm up to 53
i hear that we become
who we're meant to be
hear it happens for us all
in our fifties..
oh, don't get me wrong
when i reached that
dreaded day
i cried and cried and cried
then i heard it said
take some time to live
and take some time to play
do this every minute
of every single day
and when life sucks
like sometimes it surely does
breathe in deeply
and breathe out love
what we do today
creates memories for tomorrow
so when i have the choice
let it not be sorrow
with these words
hope i offered a bit of releif
as i ponder the ol' question
what's up chief?!
(i'm haunted my the soul of dr. suess this morning!!) | |
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