| The Fireside
Posted: 8/15/2009 10:19:32 AM | we treat our pets better than most of humanity
we help our pets die when they are suffering greatly
we love them unconditionally
mostly anyway
for some don't know
in all our joy and sorrow
we are one
and to each other everything done
especially shooting
with or without a gun
we do to our selves
thinking we are free
of responsibility
when most can see
we ignorantly torture
our selves and each other
constantly and viciously....
we treat our pets better than our fellow'men'
forgetting to honour each person as our
mother, father, sister and brother....
forgetting we are
all connected
to each other | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/16/2009 11:19:34 PM | Cory Dallies with Morning Glories
I spent a glorious weekend in the light.
Much to the annoyance of the herons.
Ospreys and eagles fought
for airspace above
and below.
Bathed in a field of dispersed rainbow fragments
I watched as flowers grew:
Creamy Queen Anne's Lace,
Rising Lupine Spears,
Spread-petaled Black-eyed Susans,
Shining Buttercups,
and violet flecked Tall Leafy Clover
reached high between hays soon to be mowed...
and
None of them uttered a word above a whisper.
Each foot of rocky shore and
Sandy beach echoed
Unique splashes or sloshes,
and laughter of children
diving as waves tickled shore.
Down paths I walked as a child,
An escape afforded so few,
and one I cherish
blossoms over
hushed memories. | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/16/2009 11:29:06 PM | | Nice luria. I'm so glad I took a peek. | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/17/2009 2:45:04 AM | | Good morning, Sarah...I'm glad you enjoyed. Thank you :) | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/17/2009 4:18:00 AM | awww.....sounds like you were bathed in flower and ocean essence, L......
what heavenly gifts to share with us....thank you. (written beautifully too!) | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/17/2009 5:13:28 AM | manny....
my granny stories
always come home
to you...
the day when her only son
was killed
used to be so hard
but now at 95
she doesn't know the day
yet she knows she gets her hair
done a week from wednesday
on the 26th
i am happy
no tears
i bring her a bag of things
to help her feel pretty
new undies
face powder
lipstick
she hasn't had a new bra
in over 20 years
she said
when she saw
the crisp bright new one
more suited
to her small twisted frame
she took off her shirt
unlatched her old worn out one
and let her breast flow down to her belly
i help her with the new one
worried the cups might be too small
'oh no, it'll fit' she assured
filling her cups with her breasts
we sit in her room
she gives beauty
to the bra
'i don't even know
i have it on'
-granny
promise me
you won't leave
your room
without a shirt!!
~we smile | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/19/2009 9:24:54 AM | edgy, sharpened cyberschtick, as though some counted coup
for they're quick witted too,
and sharply call a cynics tune across this place,
that is nowhere at all
and fools, and I, would tap some serenade,
as though to seize some dream
from some netherplace
or otheplace that has no "where" to go,
nor from..
still, between electrons bounce the searchers
upon some quantum quest
and fantasy thrives like fungus, and calls perfection true
'till it blinds me to some flawed yet present soul
and present flesh
that I might touch | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/19/2009 6:09:59 PM | I am a writer
300 words is 5 minutes work
seems like a lot
still haven't got
to the point of it all
no matter how small
giving up
going to resign
this foolish quest
of love online
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/21/2009 4:45:04 AM | I've been especially blessed lately
with my family visiting me
as they do annually
coming from far away
gathering temporarilly
my daughter and I
wishing she could stay
or return more frequently
living so far away
knowing we need to be
closer in proximity
for our hearts long to be
where our bodies
can hug freely
to feel us lovingly
in our laughter
to wipe the tears
that also flow
for she cries easilly
like me
to see all my children together....all three
and the older one's partners
are such wonderful company
to me is so heavenly
knowing somehow in my unconventional family
my children know deeply how much they mean to me
and I can see clearly the love for each other they hold dearly
so today
on my last day with all of them
my heart is full of love and bittersweetness too
for tonight I must say goodbye again
and let it come....our separation
feeling weakness set in
knowing it's not my heart's desire
knowing there's an inner fire
burning
wishing
yearning
we could all be together
forever
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/21/2009 8:54:40 PM | Thank you all for such wonderful writes, and for keeping the fireside alive with voices! Love all the writes above.
Amatis, welcome to the fireside, and thank you for your choice words. Hope you visit again.
I hope to be back to writing soon, but please keep the embers glowing. | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/24/2009 5:59:47 PM | bzzz bzzz...
swat, swat
too late
the blood is gone
the flying little **stard
swooped in and had me
before I knew to run
I bat at the mosquito
itch my wounds
return to the same setting
will it be different?
Somehow be in tune?
as I recollect time spent
on wasted memories
passions hell bent
on destroying this perfect fantasy
while scratchin' the hole left in me
I swat and spit
time to buzz | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/26/2009 7:13:48 AM | Been writing far too much lately
I suppose practicing for some grand event
I have tailored to perfection
Manipulated and bent
into a shape I am unaware of
Must be lovely
for they watch
tongues hang down...
damn the deafening silence
that echoes through my mind
Stayed up too late last night
Talking to some fool, just to kill time
Wondering if I need
to prove my point at all
Wondering why I ever became
This person who feels so small
Was it my own expectations>?
Or years of revelations
seeing the pain in my mother's eyes
watching her crumble, needing to hide
Knowing damn well
I'm not gonna end up like her
Broken down from life
and spiraling down the stairs
of empty madness
She gave me everything
I must do something with it.
I will dance someday
and that is totally okay
to flake and explore
the things God made us for
I've taken a thousand showers
and the dirt won't wash away
I feel the grease on my skin
in my hair
I think of him
And know I'm completely insane
for feeling anything so pleasant
and wondering if this game
will ever cease
Blue eyes flashing
brown eyes dancing
Wondering if perhaps green is the ticket...
And this bumbling sack of joy
Keeping my Joker smile wide
Reminding me every day
Of how much love I have inside
and frustration
but total elation
each time I here that chuckle
Although it seems that as of late
There's a dozen bottles to pick up
Nearly every day
I know I am going
To put a new face forward
I know I am ready
to show them what I'm made of
Pride will return
Miles were meant to burn
and fat baby jaws
will someday turn into the rugged line
of an unshaven man
He will make it in his own time
as we all do
when we come unglued
and focus
on frivolous adventures
Unexplained needs
Smiling faces
Spread the seeds
Of love
and what could be more important? | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/27/2009 6:57:46 PM | Lovely writing Sarah....so much feeling and passion in your words. Straight from the heart! Thank you for sharing the depth of your spirit. | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/28/2009 8:23:49 PM | I am a rhythm of flesh,
dancing to your fingertips,
you play me,
like a Stradavarius finely tuned,
my body erupts
like a symphony,
and you.......
are the conductor! | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/28/2009 10:49:46 PM | succumbing to sensuality
of seduction so heavenly
surrender individuality
rising with the tide
as waves collide
an ocean ride
losing focus
finding bliss
timelessness
glimpsing eternity
both feeling utterly free
held safely without boundary
feeling the blessing of our body | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/29/2009 12:39:08 AM | Do our bodies know any better
than to search for the feather
of a love
that floated away
some time ago
Tell me what I must do
Just to let him go
Am I supposed to ignore
or conform to the idea
of magnificence
created under the umbrella
of new love's bliss | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/29/2009 1:10:03 AM | For those who toss words around like "talent" and "gifted"
The praise you send is a slight, as it's aimed at a vacant paradise
With this choice of words you unknowingly short-change the artist and her work
Ending up only flattering yourself for answering your inspired gratitude's call
Understand this, she who can take sorrow, pain and betrayal from strife's forge
And hammer it upon an anvil with her bare hands, beating it into truth and beauty
I implore you, please give the word-smith her due, by staying your false gratitude
Instead, take from her these priceless pieces carved from the core of her being
And place them in your soul and cherish this sharing a burdon of knowing
That the "gift' of "talent" is no gift bestowed to her freely by an invisble creator
But an earned skill of being able to reach into her darkest fears and torment
Borrowing from them for only a moments release, to shape into "gifts"
Bestowed upon you by a flesh and blood creator who gives them away freely
Asking nothing in return except a quiet plea to become a better you in the process
Thank her sincerely by allowing that this gift you recieved, came from her heart | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/29/2009 2:42:00 AM | the words "talented" and "gifted" have become obsolete
Instead it's distracted, ADD children you give to me
afraid to speak
the truth I seek
trembling through
tables that should be
memorized
no need to write
memorized
unafraid
to experience the joy
of discovery's bliss
to share in the adventures
sealed within the kiss
of innocent minds
free to explore
boundaries set
and cr0ssed over by some whore
who did not know you
in the way I comprehend
who did now know you
understood you were a friend
I cherished
besides all out
you understood
what I meant
when I said my hood
was not pierced
and would never be
you understood
the fire in me
then....
like a scared coyote
you whisped away
stupid boy
have I time to play
in a game I surely will
fight until the last kill
meaningless adventures
locked tight within
the madness of my certainty
that keeps you locked within
a world you will never
fully understand
a world where I am never there
a world where you are not the man
you thought
you needed to be
then suddenly realized
there were girls like me
to fill the void
you've considered irreplaceable
to see the soft white skin
of the girl untouchable
to you
but only in her dreams
for that is where
your dark eyes meet
hers and become you
and night and day are one
escaping to a place
where no one knows the face
of undesired moments
fading into the sea
let the Ocean wash it away
til you've no more desire for me... | |
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Posted: 8/30/2009 5:23:42 AM | Hey Late!...welcome to the fireside, and thanks for adding your touch . Don't be a stranger.
Sarah...lovely writing | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/30/2009 8:50:45 AM | Icky feelings settle above my sternum
a pit of confusion and bewilderment
trying to comprehend the ways of the world
tired of being a solitary girl
Who acts as if
She doesn't need a man
then trips over a green eye
As I see her out with him
Not explaining away
any more of my feelings
Piss on these jackasses for a little while
Need to do some healing...
But I am unable to break down
The chauvinistic tendencies
Circling through my brain
As I wonder
If I'll ever
Find a true gentlemen. | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/30/2009 10:34:46 AM | WeareI...sorry for missing your write. I think I was still on my first coffee! Thank you for adding your color here.
Sarah.....lovely write. You'll find the man of your dreams one of these days. Keep the faith and keep growing.
bringing this one home from "Food for Thought".
Precious moments,
layered in memory,
recalling the tools of heart
now stored away,
each experience a jewel,
decorating the box
of what was,
what is,
and what will be! | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/30/2009 7:12:24 PM | | Nice to see you back Manny... | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/30/2009 10:05:18 PM | The depth of a mother’s love
The grains of sand on a beach
A man’s capacity for self-delusion
These things can’t be measured
Over such a vast expanse
Lay ten thousand opportunities
To deceive oneself
A million chances to believe
But those who have eyes
And the sense to read the lines
Rather than between them
Eventually stumble to the light
Seared by the sun of comprehension
They wish not to hear
What when plainly spoken
Estelle would understand | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 8/31/2009 8:01:30 AM | Entry for August 31, 2009
The chill floats
the sun warms
I escape.
Wind chimes echo
Leaves once green and vibrant
now brown and dusty
thin, paper-laced death
graces the edge
I return.
Anticipation builds
Escapes become frequent
returns more committed
frantic attempts
at creating a dynasty
tangible and violent
I learn.
Days creep in
Years pass by
sunsets burn
springs run dry
the days will shorten
I ache to burn.
Most likely will be
a vacation down south
every chance I get
until once again the mouth
of sweet manna pours
deep into my soul...
Florida beaches
Texas prairies
Either way, I'm bound to go...
But my favorite escape
Is only a few miles away
Maybe a bit further
But, no matter the weather
I'll travel on down
attempt to steal the crown
Courting a memory
I will soon forget
Lessons are meant to
ESCAPE, RETURN, LEARN AND BURN, GO... FORGET | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 9/3/2009 6:47:12 PM | Welcome aboard Chomskian, and thanks for dropping off your write.
Sarah....always nice to have your words in the fireside. Thank you.
Granny's House
That old familiar sound,
still a comfort to my soul,
creeking floors
and squeaking doors,
the wood stove burning coal.
Bread was baking slowly,
and pies were on the sill,
coffee and tea
and family,
days I remember still. | |
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