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Posted: 11/10/2007 6:11:43 PM | The night air is conspiring
and ravening thunder rumbles
your image turns in my head
obscure as dark, rolling clouds
Lightning curls, flickers
piercing
Yes, I long for your hand on
my thundering heart,
a hot breath enters my window --
a gasp,
the sound of hard raindrops
sweet, hard raindrops
to wet my face,
as the thunder races through
my body and thoughts of you crash
in my mind. | |
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Posted: 11/10/2007 7:02:48 PM | " ...the sound of hard raindrops
sweet, hard raindrops..."
love those lines....Welcome ThunderBilly,
I hope to see more of your writings in here...
.............Tropicalgrl1 | |
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Posted: 11/10/2007 9:12:28 PM |
No more dislocated artifacts
of a self inflicted past
No more bearing social climate
and the lies they cast
I can no longer entertain my daydreams
...I have lived that..thank you joecaine and welcome
Aloha | |
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Posted: 11/11/2007 2:17:40 AM | Morning tastes of truth
Waking to the sound of your own listening
fear slips a knife between your dreams
a hazy headed stranger has his hands full
he wants to paint the silence with your screams
light strains to lend a learned perspective
you're determined to deny the very day
faux falling in and out of up and down
the twisting of the turn around to pay
betrayal beats down your best defenses
the will to will has now been fully armed
hating has withheld its last 8 minutes
and i still want to kill my snooze alarm | |
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Posted: 11/15/2007 12:13:35 PM | To two beautiful women in my life
I cherish your friendship and always feel your love...E
My Girl tells me...
Write me a poem
BAM! She says
Say all the things about me
that no one sees.
She’s that way
full of oven cleaner
and steamer heat
this cleaning lady of the heart
who washes one with
humor and golden
acceptance. She’s my girl with
the curly hair and wicked
laugh and giving ways
BAM! I like her like that.
My Girl calls me...
Come on over and I go
to cook for her with
food she’s bought
cause we’d rather eat together
than alone so why not
BAM! I love her for that.
My Girl tells me...
Let’s go out and live
let’s celebrate cause
we can and we’re alive
this hardworking girl
she’s like that.
Such a beautiful lady
My Girl
And I say
BAM!
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My songbird she calls me
Even though I rarely sing to her
My friend so beautiful
Who always sees right into me
I’ll sing for you my friend
In the daylight of our years
And in the night times of our tears
I’ll sing to you
I’ll sing to your child and your loves
And your fears I’ll ease that
Arthritic pain that bears
Upon you those feet
That hurt you and the
Sadness that haunts you
I’ll sing to you
Cause I love you
.........Tropicalgrl1
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Posted: 11/18/2007 4:53:35 PM | the measure of life
bitter
sweet
lovely
the gain of souls peace
and serenity
the awakening of spirit that
never lies
looks at you and make you cry
to fall upon that
truthful moment when
all of you is taken
whatever thought
that takes form it is
a solution
like a song
that plays
a strum on
heartstrings
paving melodies
through you | |
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Posted: 11/18/2007 5:34:33 PM | to feel the hot spot
that sneaky thing that feels good
and burns across my hide
of satin chameuse that glides
is a silken stroke
and affects the remnant
shredded and layered
released upon it such
freeing obligation
in its quittance
without reservation | |
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Posted: 11/20/2007 12:31:53 PM | In the Heat of the Hurry
The mystery of mingling we make sharing of our love
the ghosts of all we've given dance both under and above
Motion molds a memory ,taste and touch a push and shove
our naked souls unguarded, all hands without a glove
til the wine that we were drinking leaves its mark and us behind
to gaze upon our lover , were we drunk or were we blind?
In a cycle of sad certainty, we shrink smaller in our mind
Seeking ways to justify the time, lonely is the best that we can find | |
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Posted: 11/20/2007 10:58:40 PM | Daylight had come
Velvet darkness hovered,
Dusk slowly creeping
Tiptoed over quiet earth
Found Daylight sleeping
Naked but for her
Gown of dewy mist
Night time lightly brushed
Her shoulder
Then gently raised her halo
Of stars,
Chanced being bolder,
Kissed her
She stirred, restless dreaming
Broken by his touch
Soft breeze grew stronger
Slumbering senses much
Aroused fever
Pitch
Now sleepless, daytime
Tossed, then turned
Wind blew stronger
Feelings churned
Night time withdrew
Waiting
Moving silent before
Petal pink Dawn arose
To see her mistress
Beyond repose,
He glided swiftly
Daylight felt his tender touch
Her body burning,
Moved towards him
Aching with familiar yearning
Drowned in lust
His expert hands,
Lingered gently until
Too much to bear, she
Longed for her fill
Of him
He felt her rising tide
Of passion overflowing
He plunged wildly into her
Secret, soft glowing
Core
Daylight had come
JR  | |
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Posted: 11/21/2007 12:52:04 PM | Hiva Oa
It was a long time ago
As a little girl…
Seeing it smelling the land
Cause when out at sea
For 22 days you can
The no-no flies bit
Me to a puss ridden angel
Weighing me down
With blood poisoned
By such tiny little things
Those black devils on the beach
Of Hiva Oa
And that black sand so hot
Like the old Chinese man’s bread
Dusted in flour and dirt
And as we ate it
we walked down the hill
Of Hiva Oa
While the young girls teased
the young men from up above
on the hill and flashed
their smiles at them
I knew that things had changed
I was different and
had been awaked
At seven as I walked
Down the hill
Of Hiva Oa | |
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Posted: 11/21/2007 1:02:55 PM |   Hi my friend! lovely reads you leave.
A Holiday weekend here....so nice!
A fine feast to make....Thanksgiving is here!
A beast of a turkey , I shall cook up so well!
All of the trimmings....shall taste so swell!
Enjoy with my family....and son and all!
Life of ours seem little in this world....yet I know'
love lives in all places...peaks of the earth!
I send out my thanks and Blessings to you all!
May every wish you care to dream'
come true my friend for you!
May Always you have heart and soul....
Like I do know ....you do!
hugs jules | |
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Posted: 11/21/2007 2:09:54 PM | Hello everyone!
Wishing you all a very beautiful and safe holiday season...
Transcend, awesome words that make me ponder…continue on
Jon, I really like “Night time lightly brushed…Her shoulder “ can almost taste the mood there…
Jules! So wonderful to see you partake in our beautiful banquet of heart, soul and expression. Love everything you write Girl…
Aloha!
Tropical | |
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Posted: 11/21/2007 2:13:13 PM | Tahuata Sunday
They called it
The Island of the Seven Virgins
I was seven too at the time
Because all the men
would leave to work
on other islands leaving
just women, children and the elderly…
It took an amazing feat of rowing
agility and riding the high surf
just to get to shore… it was protected so
Mom would wash our clothes
beat them with a stick…
That gal from Brooklyn with the 3 inch heels
roughing it like never seen before
Grandma would have died…
They would play volleyball
on Sunday after church
and I learned that limes make
great deodorant… just rub it in
No lingering sweat stench …
you are cleansed by a citrus fruit
and I still do that when I have
nothing else to use…
And on those same Sundays
we would join them for meals
the only ones to use a fork
until my NY Mother put hers down
and joined them with her hands
her fingers in the food like them
and I, at seven did that too
following her lead…cause
everything tasted better that way
Then one day Mom said
We can’t keep eating with them
cause they are not rich
they don’t have much and we have
enough to feed ourselves
so we didn’t go that Sunday…
And on that day they came
to us, with food
balanced on their knees
in their carved canoe outriggers
they overcame large waves
just to bring to us the feast
we had not joined them in…
And that Sunday
my family learned…and were
humbled by such simple bearings
for their wealth was beyond ours
not shown in numbers
and not in things… but in
richness of the heart
and graciousness of spirit
and I… became an island girl
That day | |
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Posted: 11/21/2007 3:36:42 PM | make it thru the middle
does sleep steal the meaning of every moment without pain
can the life i have be simplified to the oxygen i gain
am i robbed of all i am, just to make them understand
while everything that touches me is like diamond polished sand
will i ever have the time or chance to once again be me
to have the choice to be alone or retain some dignity
all the love inside and out has given me a key
but how can the war be over if im still a casualty..... | |
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Posted: 11/21/2007 11:52:16 PM | To know...
just a momentary thing
worth waiting for such reasoning
a spirit risen, a view seen
how can one justify such beginning?
the arthroscopic push of jaded keen
it burns a hollow inside punctured clean
the body light its withered flight
is tired of such wandering
and I escape into it drowning
in the pounding breath
of the pouring rain | |
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Posted: 11/25/2007 4:57:26 AM | All is Love
Celestial
Angels
connecting
earth plane
Angels
is true beauty
to behold
in the cosmos
that surrounds
our souls ...
with friends
we share
the beauty
of life and love
and our worlds
transform
to life beyond
the norm
under the
heavens above
rejoice ... for
all is Love
JR | |
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Posted: 12/3/2007 12:27:49 PM | Is it my scourge that
takes such friction
and rubs raw the law
of my affliction and the pain
that strikes me lightning thick
on fire climbing up hill
in this battle I will not retire
the thought nor the gain
of timeless density
and like clay molded by
hands that love me
hate me yet cannot stop
touching me I feel
such propensity of chill
with contrasted flame
likened to a blade
of hot freezing steel
that sears a trail
through this divinity | |
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Posted: 12/3/2007 12:33:27 PM | consolidation friends...there are some reapeats here...peace
wet sea
sand alive like skin
moving sensual as it glides
on mine,
it scratches it flows
lifts me up and takes me
twice and then again
as I float to the surface and see
my breath in bubbles
captured in waves
that splash over me
nourish and
let me dive and stay within
your blue spaces
rock me to sleep and
soothe my dreams
ease my mind
with the flow
of your tides | |
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Posted: 12/3/2007 12:33:57 PM | the hardest thing is being vulnerable sometimes but there is beauty in its release...
No chance came
ripped brutally away
from my inner walls
look back to see forward
To see me. Now a woman never known
who lost a child too
unwillingly and now seeks aggressively
the child within. To hold close
to your breast, to mine
that love. Born from sorrow
But she is not there
to coat my womb with gladness
that love I seek. Secrete
upon me blood of pain
labor not felt the milk
that issued from my breast
with no mouth to nurse them
bound down in bondage
to hold back the flow
I grieve no less than if you
had conceived your homage
every season that passes
it gets softer in repose
like my scar and
that pain I know of the
loss of the Babe
never known. | |
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Posted: 12/3/2007 12:34:50 PM | Prayer to the Mother
Mother
Know your children of the night sky
The crescent moon of your bosom
Holds tight as you shine
Your gaze upon these girls and boys
Teach your children how to love
This world in ways that need
No understanding of ill or greed
Open light and show
What is forgotten and still
In this beautiful place yet
Full of conflagration of the minds
That bid to burn us with our
Finds of simple conviction
Mother teach us joy of pain
And gratitude of sorrow through our
Gained understandings and our
Heartaches healed as You
Give us new beginnings
Amen | |
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Posted: 12/3/2007 12:35:16 PM | my nephew
he is an old soul
he is wise in his quiet
and his eyes look and listen
with intent he draws his whales
and airplanes with such perfect
anatomical correction and he
talks with calm and speaks
with a tune in his voice that
is perfect in its melody
our first boy born in a
world of women
I walked with him
a while ago under the Kauai sky
and he told me that I was going
to be fine as clouds drifted above us.
How did he know this beautiful boy
so sensitive to unspoken burdens that
he had no reason to feel
powerful in his thoughtfulness
our diamond cutting straight
through all thats hidden
our mana of the ocean
We often wonder with
anticipation how he will continue
to grow and what kind of man he will
become so serious except when playing
with all his cousins because then he is a
little boy with big teeth he has yet to
grow into and sparkling eyes that
laugh when he grabs at you
giving you hints
of the man
to come | |
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Posted: 12/3/2007 12:35:45 PM | ....................I could be your sea
of deep love and truth
but my water is vast
my island reef protective
my exotic spice not given
with random abandon
and to know my heat
requires love loyalty
and passion
my mountains lush
with trust flower
when well tended
with care and
your compassion
....................I could know your lips
speaking salty pleasure
your tongue a sweet
contrast of wonder. Taste
me catch my breath
Take me. Hook line and
sinker. Sink into me
know deeper darker
depths. Kiss my nether lips
learn my aqua rhapsody
soft curvature of me
against you pressed
....................I could know your body
The shades of you that touch
my earth of solid ground pushed
up from a core ablaze with
knowledge of you.
Your solid base to ride on.
Ride me. Feel my silken shore
a sanctuary of desire
open wide to allow
you shelter. Such
heat could rock us
Touch us. Shake old
foundations loose
and from rubble we
could rebuild
our newly minted
truth | |
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Posted: 12/3/2007 6:47:31 PM | Where do I send the bill for my smoking ,molten monitor?
you walk the line well between beauty and the beast that lives
for her and drives us to our peak | |
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Posted: 12/4/2007 7:42:02 PM | Trembling within the wall of hope;
simply standing....straight and narrow.
Envision wonderful things to magically appear.
Yet my vision....not so clear.
Gazing at the me....I am!
Wondering what and why of When?
I have become so damn strong!
Howeling...is my only Song!
Does anyone hear me?
Like the distant hollow ....cry of bleeding?
Like the big black hole....lost forever?
Dissapating in the water....like a long lost minnow...
drowning?
When I hit that high mountaintop............
lungs shall howel....high , loud....no stoppin'
Wonder if they'll hear me then?
Whining....lonely howel......a sin?
Drive me on....into the Woods.
Wonderous ....crazy.....wolf ...I am!
Roll me over......
I'll come back again!
Wonderous......mind.....a little sane!
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