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Posted: 7/10/2008 4:40:31 PM | | well, i'm thinkin' there was a song somewhere that went: her eyes of silken wonder,calling dawn to morning, night now layed asunder ....... isn't there? or am i hallucinating again??? lol, anyway, that phrase silken wonder has been roiling about in my brain for ages. | |
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Posted: 7/10/2008 7:20:03 PM | Our love is so deep within my soul
When you hurt I hurt, I'll do anything to make you whole.
Calling all friends of our friend the Swan
Prayers are requested for good health
Take the pain away from her hand and arm.
Heal her so she can bring beauty into our world.
Her offerings are anticipated by many
She is the center jewel of our necklace of friends.
When she's feeling her best
She lights up the world.
I don't believe there is a single one here on the pond
She hasn't touched their very souls.
Her words are liquid gold covering your heart
her thoughts come from heaven it's self.
Please be well my friend, sending you all the love and healing light and warmth,
your body can accept.
I want you well Swan ... I want you singing in the sunshine of your golden years.
I want you well. Let my will be God's will, this night ... be healed!
Love you my Lady,
Lucky
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Posted: 7/10/2008 7:32:22 PM | Recently I tried to walk across a log in a rainforest
Still reeling from flight syndrome
Vertigo stood me bare
Though feet held firm
And everything in my mind said
I can do it
Something
Held me back
Said "No...you'll fall"
And slowly
I inched my way backwards again
I wonder what it was that held me back
I wonder why the fear of failure
(and falling a whole 4 feet)
Froze me
And I wonder what might have happened
If I just proceeded anyway
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Posted: 7/10/2008 8:03:54 PM | i see you have your writing prowess has really bloomed of late Silver, stunningly so.
Kudos gal, that is POETRY. hope to return soon with something more than a howdy. | |
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Posted: 7/10/2008 10:48:56 PM | lucky... i know just by being granted your steadfast faith i am a blessed woman. lucky am i to have you for a friend.
A..... to have your respect above so many others has freed my fears
and Salty, from you i know that to go forward is the entire battle won, always go forward, no matter how much the bed bugs bite, cause in the end?? they are just pesky bugs with nothing but their STUPIDASSSSSED FANGS to keep them warm... thanks for showing up here today, you have no idea how much it meant to me. There is a reason that both you and this poem are with me today. There is a reason that I am surrounded by the perfect friends, the giving souls, this trip around the pond. My life is far from perfection, but perfection is somehow what i am feeling rushing toward me, everything wonderful, everything blossoming is truly mine
TWIGS
By Taha Muhammad Ali
Neither music,
fame, nor wealth,
not even poetry itself,
could provide consolation
for life's brevity,
or the fact that King Lear
is a mere eighty pages long and comes to an end,
and for the thought that one might suffer greatly
on account of a rebellious child.
My love for you
is what's magnificent,
but I, you, and the others,
most likely,
are ordinary people.
My poem
goes beyond poetry
because you
exist
beyond the realm of women.
And so
it has taken me
all of sixty years
to understand
that water is the finest drink,
and bread the most delicious food,
and that art is worthless
unless it plants
a measure of splendor in people's hearts.
After we die,
and the weary heart
has lowered its final eyelid
on all that we've done,
and on all that we've longed for,
on all that we've dreamt of,
all we've desired
or felt,
hate will be
the first thing to
putrefy within us
There is no hatred or strife or duplicity, or tyranny in my life any more. This is what is due me. This is what the universe has granted me. This is the perfect time, the perfect order of things FOR ME...and nothing and no one can take it from me, the nothings, the no ones have been relegated to 20,000 leagues under this sea of abundance, all little puny fangs dissolving underneath the swelling tide of happiness within this one little, insignifcant fish.
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Posted: 7/10/2008 10:56:55 PM | You are so needed here
although I carry you in my heart
it is your soul in your words
that make me whole.
I am so happy to see
you share the same joy as me.
Love you my friend ... forever and ever.
Lucky to have you as a friend . | |
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Posted: 7/10/2008 11:10:17 PM | ^^^^ MWAH^^^^
you exist
in the wind
you exist
in the wide
embrace of
its arms
on the wingbeat
of its powerful song
and before us
all this light raying
out of nowhere
the sky opening
its eternal lid
effortlessly
for us to fly fly fly | |
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Posted: 7/11/2008 7:13:51 PM | The Lady Upon the Bridge
from screams of rage
solilioquyed to a sanguine moon
to sighs of serenity
softly exhaled
and interwoven with the pastels of dawn
out of the maelstrom
. has our love
. . .taken my perspective
and delivered unto the shores of avalon.
from belgian bedlums
to harvesting dreams
and all the striped jackalope mindbursts along the way.
life is so fu*kin strange.
I realized I was overdue, and thought I would drop a fresh one off. hope your hand gets better soon gal. take care.
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Posted: 7/13/2008 4:36:30 AM | awwwww adorable A..... has love found you??? are you now, even as i write this, more unshadowed?????? i hope so you husky magical drawling masculine maelstrom of imagery
those smallest moments -
the last glowing vermillion embers
facing into the wrathful wind;
the bare branches of winter's
arms raised in prayer for Spring -
that first day they again know
the burden of green -
simple gifts granted
the breath and pulse of hope
against the despair known as the world
that still remains shapeless
like insubstantial dreams
until it is cut into by love
and you are curving into its blade
the tiny bits of you now
part of a greater grander universe
demolishing the insanity of that Sodom
flowing you, smoldering you away
straight into the spiral of desire
and a world unstrange
this coming back from that other place
this return to womb
death defeated
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Posted: 7/13/2008 12:11:12 PM | | I never lost it Silverest of Swans, it just went into a cocoon so it could rebirth into a higher form of its old self. I am awed at how your wordsmithing has evolved. Truly great write there hun, that opening was breathtaking. | |
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Posted: 7/13/2008 8:46:03 PM | oh A.... how kind you always are to me...and how great that the universe is being kind to you too....
i have walked with measured step beside the bier
and the tears i shed were for me, who was left behind
alone without his special love, this son, this child rare
and though it's been one year
and all my tears did not wash him back to me
there were still all those golden days with him
that push back this dark night
and there is where i find him, somewhere,
just out of reach, on that ray of light
and though i can't touch him, i feel his warmth
and the shimmering memory of love | |
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Posted: 7/14/2008 1:09:05 AM | | DO NOT appear on my thread again. YOU are not invited here and your sad, sick viewpoints are not wanted, are not valid and only prove how you insist that YOU have the power and right to judge others... YOU let go of it. YOU leave me alone. YOU get out of my house. | |
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Posted: 7/14/2008 3:24:28 AM | Swan, Rose and I both sending love to you! Surround yourself with it. Use it as a repellent. Love is spread forever and always to you. Lucky.
"CH" don't go away mad just go away.  | |
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Posted: 7/14/2008 5:55:58 AM | definitely!!! totally!!!
thanks lucky. thanks rosie
i have my wonderful memories
and nothing can ruin them or this new day
this new week, this glorious summer
thanks to our fourth sister M
i now feel joy and gratitude for all i do have
and i see us four joined together
i visualize the goodness everywhere
and refuse to dwell on the sickness of the past
love is an action of intent to create wonder
there are no dark journeys into another's soul
looking only for the broken point
I am totally responsible for my happiness today!!!
love you guys!!!! mmwah!!!! | |
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Posted: 7/14/2008 6:39:06 AM | SISTER A HAS BEEN AWAY
BUT
GREETS ON THIS DAY IN HOPE
TODAY I WILL NOT BE ANGRY
TODAY I LIVE IN HOPE
TODAY I BEGIN THE CIRCLE AGAIN
I WALK IN HOPE
I AM RESPONSIBLE FOR MY OWN JOY
I AM THE GUARDIAN TO MY SECRET PEACE
I CAN NOT PIN THAT BADGE UPON ANOTHER
I CAN HEAL MY SELF
ONLY I CAN COMPLETE MY CIRCLE
ALL OTHER FORMS OF LIGHT
CIRCLE ROUND ME
TODAY I INVITE THE LIGHT
TODAY I LIVE IN HOPE | |
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Posted: 7/14/2008 8:42:14 PM | love is but a egg shell
so fragile yet so strong
upon the broken pieces
sheathed in a woven nest
a beating of a heart
lays gently in its rest
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Posted: 7/15/2008 5:42:57 PM | | Hey Swan, Heard ya might be in need of a hug, so I though I'd drop one by. | |
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Posted: 7/15/2008 5:55:01 PM | Lovin the writes in here!
Swan.....walk tall and carry a big stick! Hugs to all! | |
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Posted: 7/15/2008 6:45:02 PM | Just thought I would drop in and say hey....
One from the past...
Silver is the color of her locks
Abiding on the rocks
And yes dragons are real
Yes they will give you the spill
About how they are not most! Im real
Yet that is not always the case
As most are just looking for the trill
Kinda like a catch and release
But if to believe in these
Knights on knee have to be
The ones who say and mean
Speaking truth to silver ears
Looking to ride in without fear
To save a damsel in distress
You just have not to be like a arctic fox
Silver is the color of her locks
One from the present:
To walk the higher path or road
Takes a person greater than most
If hard was easy it wouldn't be hard
And everybody would do it
Marc | |
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Posted: 7/15/2008 7:45:37 PM | Draig Teine is real indeed,
sleeping she was in caverns deep
She quards her treasure vigilant
but lately has become a bit remiss
Bran the Raven was the first to tell
she ventured deep into my keep
warning that my treasure
would soon be reaped
Nathaur the adder slithered in
soon I would need shed my skin
transfiguring the nether worlds
Bo the Bear was calling ,me out
and venture out I did
Sleeping Dragons slowly wake
treasure for pleasure
a sweet bargin | |
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Posted: 7/15/2008 9:06:44 PM | Ghosts
Just old tired thoughts no significance or meaning,
Replaying on their own as though meaning is in the gleaning,
Left no other choice but some serious house cleaning.
But spirits have their own special way of lingering though not wanted
and even though you're moving on you're still bewitched and haunted.
Shadows brooding shadows remind you where you've been.
If for no other reason than to say, "Let's not do that again." | |
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Posted: 7/15/2008 9:31:43 PM | Shadows
In darkness there are no shadows
Tis only the light that shows the strife
And tells you that they were there
In darkness, it all stays hidden
Their masters commands....well bidden
Enjoy the holiday Swan
I'll look forward to reading more of the reversing spell when you get back | |
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Posted: 7/16/2008 3:56:42 AM | ego
fvcks me up
every time
it ain't no lie
i wonder why
buddhist monk
in tranquility
what does he see
what does it mean
to me
i know
to let it go
go with the flow
i just don't know
want to hold on tight
fight for my life
til i get it right
damn i'm confused | |
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Posted: 7/16/2008 2:50:23 PM | Confused amused
paths taken wisdom refused.
Lessons life shows
love comes goes.
Take away game
get, keep, tame.
Undertand man
get a plan.
Something knocks it
out of your hand.
Seems unfair
life doesn't care.
Find some deeper meaning
with our biased leaning.
Its all supposed to work
like we deserve the perk.
Time is the teacher
not the preacher.
What makes bitter
seeking creature.
Monks and prophets
pray to spirits.
Hope a god will
listen hear it.
Knowing you have tried
makes you feel better inside.
Lost to hope
just trying to cope.
Giving up on giving up
Despair to make it work.
Someone pats me
on the shoulder.
A friend hugs me
I hold her.
Walking talking in the park.
into the evening after dark.
Lets me know I'm not alone
I can call them on the phone.
Called on prophets gods raised hands or
knelt and cried they never answer.
Comfort comes from good good friends
thats the way my poem ends... | |
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