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| Summer
Posted: 5/29/2007 7:10:34 PM | A summertime view
painted so well
thinking of all these moments
causes my heart to swell
just now I sat under a full moon
listening to night sounds
with a soft lulling croon
felt such peace to just sit there
relax so breathe
within my lounge chair
thinking of summer ahead
where all is alive
buzzing now from a long winter in bed
a smile comes to my face
memories with loved ones
during summer shall in my mind
take their place.... | |
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| Summer
Posted: 5/29/2007 7:32:18 PM | Hi wicked...thanks for the visit. The summer is coming and lots to do.
Every Sunday is family day,
me and the girls go out to play,
Ferry cross the harbor, waterfront tour,
Then off to the gardens, much to explore.
Band at the bandstand playing their jazz,
Artists and crafters with a little pizzazz,
Then off to the canteen for ice cream delights,
that ends our day without any fights. | |
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| Summer
Posted: 5/30/2007 5:58:06 AM | Lazily lounging in emerald green grass,
Toasting the summer raising a glass,
Searching the ground for clover of four,
Spending time with the one I adore.
The warmth of the sun upon our skin,
equalling the warmth that comes from within,
We lay there together, just sharing a day,
Lazily teasing, it's our time to play. | |
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| Summer
Posted: 5/30/2007 6:07:46 AM | Sweet summer days
lounging together feeling
warmth of mid-afternoon sun rays
knowing we have not a place to go
together our lazy desires
will simply just flow
giggles out loud at something you've said
playfully wrestling
on this lush grass we have made our bed
just to simply be
is what summer
truly means to me............... | |
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| Summer
Posted: 5/30/2007 6:17:53 AM | Good morning sweety....summer is coming! Not far away now.
Coated in oils,
to bring on a tan,
bare to essentials,
laying in sand,
feeling the sun,
upon my back,
just don't get the sand,
down in yer crack! | |
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| Summer
Posted: 5/30/2007 6:50:09 AM | Let's lay and giggle
on a blanket spread
in lush green grass.
We can pretend
dandelions are
wildflowers
displayed just for us
as we lay facing the sun
my head resting
on your arm
making shapes
out of the clouds
that speckle the sky
and your hand
gently writes
"i love you"
on my thigh. | |
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| Summer
Posted: 5/30/2007 7:06:07 AM | | Hi Anna....very nice touch! Lovely write....thanks for your contribution. | |
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| Summer
Posted: 6/1/2007 4:03:40 PM | :) thank you Mandrake ...and thanks for a place we can all share our love of summer!
Freshly pedicured feet
walk the narrow dirt road
barefoot in sneakers
with my sweet dog in tow.
Down to the beach
before anyone's awake
warm sunrise reflects
across smooth Lilley Lake.
The urge overcomes me
my shoes are discarded
like the Red Sea and Moses
the sand my feet parted.
The warmth quickly turned
to soothing cool sand
my gleaming mauve toes
now buried in land.
A sound of refreshment
from smiling face does escape
I love starting my morning
amid this stunning landscape. | |
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| Summer
Posted: 6/2/2007 4:30:36 PM | Thanks again Anna....love the write. Summer is definitely here, and I am loving it.
In the heat of the night,
when the moon is just right,
I can see in your eyes,
the heaven in the skies.
The windows of your soul,
the heart you have stole,
The love that we share,
so precious and rare. | |
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| COLD
Posted: 6/2/2007 5:46:57 PM | Blood stains,
wet and cold,
on gold.
Pooling close,
wounds raw,
yet to thaw.
Ice cold,
Shot dead,
thru the head. | |
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| LOVE
Posted: 6/2/2007 6:34:27 PM | Love,
Divine comedy,
the mule's apocalypse,
infinite fantasy
of dreamers,
illusion,
paradox
of hearts
in a
wasteland. | |
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| LOVE
Posted: 6/2/2007 7:10:29 PM | Dreams carry dreamers
to places in life
we cannot see
it is there
simply that we float free
where love
is a joyful ride
with our prince
reigning at our side
can life be as we dream
I suppouse it could
yet we will need to find that magical stream.............. | |
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| LOVE
Posted: 6/2/2007 7:21:11 PM | Search the streams,
in dreams,
in pools,
cesspools
of human
disintegration,
waste of dissatisfaction,
toxic souls,
floating in the endless
swamp of obsession,
looking for
completeness. | |
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| LOVE
Posted: 6/2/2007 7:32:02 PM | A long road my friend
to being complete in mind
not an easy street
to truly find
many of these souls of that you speak
have been battered so bruised
crippled by abuse and weak
if only magical streams existed in our view
so many would drink of it
leave behind pasts to become new
yet magical water will never be found
it is up to a soul within
to find that solid ground............ | |
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| LOVE
Posted: 6/3/2007 5:59:10 AM | The long road,
twisting, winding
through streets,
sideroads of pain,
lashed to the masts
of battered pasts,
souls bruised,
abused,
tortured minds,
crippled view
of reality,
locked in
it's own abyss
of darkness. | |
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| ITCHINESS
Posted: 6/3/2007 7:09:57 AM | - THE SEVEN INCH ITCH -
It's always that spot!
And no matter what
It's rough to reach
Or scratch what you've got
That special place
For itchy distortion
That cannot be reached
Without some contortion
You rub on a door jam
The pit of your back
To relieve that annoyance
Oh but you so lack
The reach other primates
All given with ease
And now you try scratching
As if you had fleas
But it is an entity
All of it's own folks!
It thinks and it taunts us
Our limits it yokes
Tool user we must be
For reach is a bi tch
When you have to get to
That annoying itch
- Erik -
Hahahaha,.... This was inspired by a friend and fortunately for our epic Viking hero, is never a problem as Erik is actually limber enough to reach every spot on his back without resorting to one of those back scratching sticks,.... But for those not as reach gifted, I have been assured that "rouge itches" are living monsters that torment these poor souls in the most devious ways, always plotting their location just right! hahahaha,...
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| ITCHINESS
Posted: 6/3/2007 7:18:02 AM | | Dayumm...gotcha viking! I get that itch too, but, like you, I can reach all areas on my back. Great write though. Thanks for the visit. | |
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| ITCHINESS
Posted: 6/3/2007 7:47:19 AM | All this talk of itching
makes me smile with glee
for such a dilemma could be solved
so very easily
ask a sweet maiden to use her nails upon your back
of relieving your discomfort
she will do this with zest....then maybe lead you off to a haystack
rolling around in all that hay may cause an itch
yet I am sure of this kind
I would most assuredly not here either of you bi tch | |
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| ITCHINESS
Posted: 6/3/2007 8:10:47 AM | Nails can stimulate,
subtle caresses,
down your back,
find the itch,
perhaps a snack.
Then we'll see
what else can be,
arranged. | |
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| The words
Posted: 6/3/2007 9:06:37 AM | We often find in the sharing of the word
A comfort seldom heard
For when we share our thoughts
And put our pen to paper, some think we sound absurd!
Well I just dropped by to share a few
I hope that you don’t mind
I’ve read so many of all yours
I thought maybe I’d be as kind
For it’s in our words, we find a place
That’s gives our hearts some pause
To remind just how powerful they are
In prose, and rhymes, and clause
They are like our children in many ways
They can soothe a broken heart
They help get out the inner rage
And give us all a new place to start
We cherish every one of them
For their power is ever strong
Thank you all for sharing yours
May you live happy……….in peace……….and long. | |
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| The words
Posted: 6/3/2007 9:23:03 AM | | Hey Belgarion....long time no see! Drop by anytime...your words are always welcome here. Thanks for the write and the visit. Drop back soon. | |
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| PARABLE
Posted: 6/3/2007 6:40:13 PM | Sleep, dream reality,
blood stained glass,
stages of fear cast,
Falling, falling again,
over and over,
in blackness,
through windows
crashing to the next
shattering, waking,
or am I?
here or there. | |
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| SOUND
Posted: 6/3/2007 7:29:13 PM | Cascading audibles,
a silent ear,
hears .
White noise static,
filling space,
erase.
Waves of silence,
increasing,
ceasing.
Falling tones,
transform
sound. | |
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| SOUND
Posted: 6/3/2007 8:22:21 PM | Once upon a time,
there was a vision
of loveliness,
statuesque in stone,
standing alone
in the dark.
Then a light,
cast over the vision,
warming the features
to radiance glow,
as tears flow
gently. | |
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| KEPT
Posted: 6/4/2007 5:56:51 AM | Forever locked,
between the pages
of life, saved
as a memory,
carried within
the depth of soul,
and spirit,
the time,
from birth to death,
a golden seed
in eternity,
leaving, in it's wake,
a whisper, a trace,
of existence. | |
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