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Posted: 12/7/2007 1:25:12 PM | To seek deep
I spin the sinew that shows
patterns of rare moments
and at other times I might
not pay attention to them
with the same intent
To seek beauty
We spin blind to ourselves
forget to understand that
we are all worth loving
as works of art of flesh
that bleeds like rain
onto the earth and
into itself I claim no
gift other than to
know what lays within | |
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Posted: 12/7/2007 2:26:51 PM | A world of mistakes fill our lives...
Enigmas slither through dreams of dispair...
Memories blistered of blue tranquils...
Desperados morning dew...
Nature reaps of dividends...
Morgues repetitive of lifes end...
Can we suppress the knowing fault...
Secret samples of hope we grasp...
Mortified of futures passed...
Lingering leaves of lust devine...
Break the habit inner'twined...
Bubbles of love become us...
Chance abides us...
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Posted: 12/12/2007 8:27:10 AM | Aloha everyone! The holidays are fast upon us and it is wonderful to see you stop by to visit and place such beautiful writing in here during such a busy time. I appreciate them all and would love to see more! Welcome Shadow, Sonora and NoCal look forward to seeing more of your writings here! My dear Jules and Jon, sending much love your way!
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Posted: 12/14/2007 12:50:06 PM | I am a woman.
There is beauty
in my light.
Beauty in me…
my eyes
my lips
tell secrets
of me
I am a woman.
There is beauty
in my light.
Beauty in me…
my arms
my thighs
wrap tight
the secrets
you keep
I am a woman.
There is beauty
in my light.
Beauty in me…
my hips
my heart
marked
in ink…
…all secrets
of me | |
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Posted: 12/14/2007 5:07:01 PM |  Aloha....my sweet friend! A very feminine poem you left! Loved it! 
Time is the keeper of my soul
drifting afar......
always comes home
Life is not this long.....
hoping the one of desire
hears my song
Love is the keeper of my heart
holding still......
wanting to travel
yet time will not let her......
hoping one of such fire
feels my desire
come .......get me! | |
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Posted: 12/19/2007 12:49:30 PM | these holidays
suck with loved ones
so far away
not what I want them to be
tired of crass tinsel and the
endless commercials
pitching endless sales
my head mired in superficial
banality of endless jingles
thank God for friends
and little Christopher
who looks at me eyes shining
arms wrapped around my neck
asking “Is Santa coming?”
beautiful innocent eyes
I answer “yes”
"Santa will come for you"
and realize that love is close
and present in the simplicity
of a 3 year old | |
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Posted: 12/19/2007 8:07:30 PM | 
Rejoice my friend.....
in childs mind!
Heart and soul.......
so very kind!
Trusting....new
like newfallen snow~!
Belief in Angels....
Santa Claus.........
these hearts are simply
all that we.......
desire again....
yet ..we are we!
The Simplicity....and Love
they show!
Forever in our dear hearts grow!
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Posted: 12/20/2007 12:10:03 PM | Christmas
a long time ago...
dancing on the beach
of Orewa
to Stevie Ray Vaughn
eating pizza
getting wet
with ocean and beer
so warm...the water
so warm...the memory
a long time ago...
but like
yesterday | |
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Posted: 12/24/2007 4:31:13 PM | We
are so real
in God's eyes
so Blessedly Alive!
Yes
I remember a day
when time stood still
and a path took me
Here
Thank You!
for this found
Wealth
of written words
and verbal melody
that play
so preciously
upon this
Girl
may Your songs
always continue on
carry us to strength
and hope
Glorify the divine in all
who live it, this
Life | |
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Posted: 12/27/2007 3:07:27 PM | “I like the tune you play”
Those were his words to me
out of delicate masculine lips
that painted such lovely imagery
and took my breath away
He spoke of me, my kisses
my touch, the way I felt
my compilation of voice, scent and skin
my siren inner melody released
that vibrated to his soul...echoing him
As my spirit resonated agreement
we danced to the harmony we made
singing drops of cadent passion
of symphonic composition and
shades of timing, tone and tunefulness
consonance in explicit feeling
A primitive emanation
enveloped in the instinctual sense
of sweet arrangement
written in lyrical manner
the song we made together | |
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Posted: 1/11/2008 3:15:07 PM | It has been ask of...in the past
And some believe it does not last
A shimmering dream...him holding the door
Amidst smoke and mirrors I do implore
Lay down that cloak...cross over the puddle
Thrice confused through all the muddle
Yes we do...I say loud and clear
Fear not my lady a gentleman's near
Tis not all lost what you cannot find
Its deep in the heart, soul and the mind
Believe me it's true...we do exist
Not just fairy tales and movie flicks
We are all around you...it is fair to say
Just make a wish for it to be your day | |
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Posted: 1/11/2008 4:48:14 PM | Hiya E. my friend! hopin' this finds you happy and free!
As the full moon divides
slowly dances
then hides
behind the clouds
lurking darkly
forever
so sleepy
Awaken to sunrise
beauty glows
moon hides
glorious colours
abound
without a sound
purple yellow golden glow
drifts above
oh, so slow
A dance in the sky
Should we even
ask Why?
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Posted: 1/20/2008 3:46:17 PM | The Pool Of Plenty
While Fishing in the Pool of Plenty
Got One Nibble "Oh"...Maybe Twenty
A Bite...the Snag...an Hour of Play
On the Fly?...Pray Tell..."My Lucky Day"
Upstream a Swim to Schools of Charm
Of Lessons Learned While on the Farm
Line Wraps Round Rocks in Pools of Know
Lie Down in Deep Dark Waters Flow
Fisher Slips then Struggles to Set Line Free
As Rainbow Beauty Watched Below with Glee
Rod Bends to Breaking "Snap" the Sound
Damn!!! Got Away..."Stomps" on the Ground
As Shadows Fall...and Hungry Waters Churn
Daydreaming Fisher Ponders His Next Turn
Remember This as You Cast That Line
Be Kind to Others Truly Treat them Fine
It Takes Practice...Practice to be Sublime
Just Respect each One as You Would a Bentley
Be sure to Bait them with a Smile so Gently
No Worries My Friend Their Everywhere
All Swimming Aimlessly Without Despair
So Sit Back Relax and Search Intently
Theres Nothing to Lose in the Pool of Plenty | |
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Posted: 1/25/2008 8:21:54 PM | I write little books
Novels even
short stories and
would draw you a
picture story
in comic book form
if you would
just come!
But I cant draw
Circles
And squares
In the air!
I need
Tangible stuff
Like paper and pen
Real paint.. yes!
That’s what flesh
Out real men! | |
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Posted: 1/25/2008 8:32:26 PM | Bounce my thoughts off of walls
while I wonder who listens
Disquising my blood flow
so much steamier!
Drops of water begin drippin' drippin'...
colours of things never written written...
appear in my mind
visionary blinds
cover my eyes
This begins the Disquise
lady just shakes head
in the mist;
after the kiss!
Oh...the kiss the kiss the kiss!
Evolutionary ...Bliss!
Only the ...kiss! | |
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Posted: 1/25/2008 10:50:01 PM | Thanks E. , that makes me ...happy!
All the blackness has left me
What is that mound of man
layin' there , in a heap?
What happened to the man?
What happend to the woman?
Guess, old lore
Things of Ancient history
turn to Stone
What is it that makes
dis ole man , roam?
Once on a Full Moon nite
clouds crossed the other
Bad Moon , arose!
Dark and Deeep
colours of velvet!
Thats why her heart melted!
Shooting stars stabbed at her heart
Clouds parted skies ;
Moon , thought he 'Won"
Wolf, just howellllllllled!
Gazin' at the Full Moon! | |
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Posted: 1/25/2008 11:13:50 PM | Nobody knows the colour of my rain
Not one person here
describes the pain,
sorrow.
tomorrow
without
what I want!
Nobody could know what I seek
souls all individual
true
who could know of all my pain
my heart?
what rainy night still rolls?
Heart abandon
mind set ,
stranded
here!
Holding the light
you are
so outta
my lights
sight! | |
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Posted: 1/28/2008 12:55:13 PM | You...my Brawny Butterfly
flit and flutter along my spine
Are you fully aware of the
breezes you leave behind?
Like eyelash kisses
fragile gossamer wings
of texted written words
followed not by truth of touch
or real caress...just tease
touch here, touch there
yet touch...
nowhere
Lightning quick glances
shield quickly unspoken chances
restless movements keen
burning in you but speed
is not the modus operandi
so weightless is the flickered heat
that does not lick away...the need
that lies heavy in you
to come to me cause I
might be too real...
too frightening
The warmer climes you seek
are inside my natural colors
they whisper to your being
they want to set you free
for freedom is owned not given
cannot be taken away
except cares and worried...liberated
those fears will drift...freed
upon soft breezes
as you fly...
to me | |
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Posted: 2/6/2008 12:47:53 PM | “Start with a vacation….. you and I… there is a story…”
Where would we go?
Would we fly?
Could we stroll to that spot?
Dive in and swim there?
Would we be alone
or are there others
along for the ride?
The vacation
might happen
But when?
Today? Tomorrow? Yesterday?
Has it gone and left us
in its wake of
never been?
Is it Fantasy? Reality? SciFi?
Do we float in warm
tropical waters
or take space rides
to the moon
while you whisper
the names of the
stars and planets
in my ear?
Do we ride gondolas
And listen to
singing men
as we glide on
canals that span
a sinking city?
Do we seek adventure
behind a purple door
and enter a cave
in Madrid that
holds the locals
who gather to
listen to folk
songs and drink sherry
with their tapas?
So many places to go………
So many places to see………
All it takes is that
first step
and to
believe | |
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Posted: 2/9/2008 10:05:36 AM | onions
pungent
and bitter
i smelled them
upon the breath of
a passing person and I
turned. It seemed somehow familiar
that whiff of yellowed skin and layers
of what could be sweet when warmed
and yet brought tears to my eyes and as I
wiped away the salt and cleansed my
heart with kleenex torn and damp
I felt the golden fruit of promise
permeate the air again
a mellowness
caramel
sweet | |
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