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or
flight of fancy
depending on
moment in time
heartfelt prose
thoughtful poem
or a silly rhyme
thru the words
i explain
My spirit
My heart
My mind
Always discovering
Simply discovering
What i am going find
(orginally posted on: i can be)
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at last i am building my own home
out of stick and stones no less
a place to rework some of my words
i've strewn all over the place
a place to come home to...
if you don’t know me...welcome!!!
feel free to write whatever is on your mind
or in your heart...
words need not me kind,
because at times
they can’t be
the only thing i ask is
no meanness be aimed at another in the pond...
if you have problems with someone just don’t go there...
or if you must, keep it private through pond mail...
you will find i am social, but introverted...
we all carry our paradoxes...and i have many
you will find i am far from perfect...
and ain’t trying to be...
but i am happy to be me
and if you do know me...
welcome, Welcome, WELCOME!!!!
you are the reason i am here.
you are helping me discover my voice..
you are helping me discover me...
and for that.....thank you
i figure i’ll bring over a little mable
along with some granny
a few haikus
and a couple of other gems
i accidentally stumbled upon
(does one ever stumble not by accident?!)
and don’t think i won’t be coming around no more
you know i will....
for YOU are my inspiration!!
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(orginally posted on: stepping stones in the ocean)
the stones
so slick
under barefeet
i jump
from one
to
the other
cautiously
not wanting
to get wet
yet
i slip
and fall
feeling
the coolness
refresh
my body
ahhhhhhhhh
it feels
so wonderful
to be
alive
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Spectrums of Existence
(orginally posted on: ethics and expressed desires)
am craving
i eat
still hungry
i drink
still thirsty
i love
still lonely
lost all tranquility
desire comes from within
consumed by the nothingness of wanting
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(orginally posted on: short poems)
morning moon glow
her luminosity
bathed our morning walk
silhouetted trees stand ahead
we're followed by long shadows
silence is broken
by the crow of the c0ck
joined in symphony
by morning birds
golden veiled
kissing coastal mountains
she silently slips away
as he begins the day
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(can’t remember where i posted this!!)
you would not
(let me love you)
completely
you seek
(what i am
no longer able )
to provide
i wanted you
to not want
'it'
anymore
(oh, selfish me)
but
(in my heart)
i knew
sometimes
(while walking
i still silently weep
for what )
will never
be
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(orginally posted on: do you dig the blues?)
the sax man...
(gary bartz quartet)
red hat, plaid jacket, light lavendar pants
he greets us with song...
'bad thoughts, leave this room
evil, leave this room...'
he blows the sweetest sax
think i smell burnt sage
from backstage
we are now ready
to receive magic
from the blues man
he moves me
grooves me
tickles my soul
with sensual sounds
ever so sweetly he sails
and then
intensely he wails
chills run thru
my body
he puts rhythm
to langston hughes'
'i've known rivers'
overwhelmed
i cry
he joins cables
'for heaven's sake'
experience ethereal
in their cathedral
in the vein
of coltrane
so pure
so spiritual
touching me
deeply
i weep
in the presence
of genuis | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/16/2008 10:39:15 PM | ~aspens~
going up there
to chase colors
yellow, orange and red
fluttering in the breeze
with such ease
music in my head
closing eyes i see
brilliant leaves
fluttering all about
makes me smile
and all the while
HOPE the colors are out! | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/16/2008 10:49:40 PM | his voice on the phone
could hardly be contained
feeling his excitement
over the air
explaining to me
today how she
had her sonogram
she closed her eyes
over 8 months
wanting to be surprised
until the nurse
in all her verse
started describing
the size of his testes!
when he shared the news
hearing pride in his voice
a son for the father
and this fine man
i truly love
love him like not other
(my grandson is due november 6th....yeah...i'm glowing!!!) | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/17/2008 2:13:32 AM | Our Rose has planted a garden
the wind sweeping in seeds of friendship
to be planted beside her
to be fed with her
watered by her
growing with her
welcoming all to her garden
collecting plants of differing
textures, colors, smells
May your garden grow
to it's fullest potential
bringing you joy when you smell the air.
Love ya Rosie, nice place you have here.
Lucky  | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/17/2008 3:41:48 AM | OH ROSE>>>>>>>>>>>>LOVELY, SIMPLY LOVELY!!!!!!!
"Breathe in, Smile out", no doubt will carry us all in this house!!
I Love You Dear, biggest hugs and kisses!!!
A place to comfy my feet
whenever I feel the need to breathe
Our Dear Rose, Thank You for making a "comfort zone"!!
Tears flowing down the cheeks
Tongue there tasting the sweet!!
Ahhhhhhh, I rest my feet upon your sacred earthing!!!
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/17/2008 3:48:53 AM | now i don't have to chase
your poems all over the place
now we can read thoughts penned in hand
from the one and only Rose the woman
so skip to my lou
from Timbuckto
to Kalamazoo
YAHOO!!!
*definitely lost in flight there Rose. Mornin everyone. | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/17/2008 5:05:11 AM | such friends warm my heart
a wonderful way to start
the rest of my life!
(thank you all~)
yeah, and riv...this is the reason i am here...
so i won't litter your lovely thread with my silly shyte!
(orginally posted on short poems)
pr!cks are d!cks that don't get l!cked
they are mean and cranky and rude
sometimes they just make me sick
but baby i ain't talkin' 'bout you!
(geeze louise, my mom would simply die if she read that...granny though, would think it's a hoot!!)
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/17/2008 6:09:43 AM | Congrats on ur new thread dearest Rose. So glad to see you finally gave in and planted your own garden here.
The following is the what I finally extracted from that from our convo the other night.
The Doors of Perception Are Made To Be Revolving And Kaleidescopic
I waltz through a revolving door
like at a big bank or skyscraper only more grand.
The glass is transparent
only not clear,
the panes have a refracting effect
that is mercurial and gradually but steadlily changing
like when you twist a kaleidoscope viewer
stained glass that has come alive and ate your pet monkey.
It's warping and liquidy.
I go thru those doors and fall
stumbling
into this vast cave,
but then it's not a cave,
its a hotel loby
full of angels,harlots, and raving old men.
Only it's not,
it's a waterfall
of delicious poison
and gnomes drown me in it.
Only I grow gills
and fly thru the holes in Christ's palms
only I don't.
I laugh at the devil blowing opalescent bubbles,
only he isn't.
It's Ghandhi baking a shepards' pie,
and then I melt and flow backwards
underneath the revolving doors
into the guttter
where dark rats piss into my existence
and flood out beneath the feet of Lady Justice.
I hang onto a hangnail
which pierces my side
and I awake spitting out sand
from my nap in the desert. | |
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| What
Posted: 10/17/2008 6:34:33 AM | What
What no meanness
What no bickering
No snide remarks
No behind backs snickering
What just poetry
What just Prose
Is that what she wants
This person called Rose
What no bad tempers
What no tantrums
That's not our ways
In the County of Antrim
What no anger
What no comisseration
I think I'll have to apply
For Papal dispensation
What am I to make
What of these strange rules
Are they for gentile ladies
Or eegits or fools
What's going on
What's the censor done
Restricted my freedom
I can't have any fun
What am I gonna do
What are people gonna think
Have I to start being considerate
Jez that will drive me to drink
What gotten into you
You went and got your own thread
Now you'll have to stop flirting
And sleep in your own bed
What's the world coming to
What on earth was Rose thinking
I bet she started this thread
Blind drunk when she was drinking!!
 
About time to! | |
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| What
Posted: 10/17/2008 6:50:12 AM | oh...
lunar light
you shine like no other
such words of wonder
twisting my mind
all the time
only to find i lost my mind
broken in a zillion pieces
like the eggman's shell
never again
can be put back
the same as before
ambiguity arise
as i'm telling lies
only to find my truth
intoxicated by your words
taking trips
inside
out of my head
so confused i still wonder
what is it you said?!
(...that last line is from your ex ol' lady friend!!...)
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oh bird of mine...
how did ya know it was the booze!!!
damn man, ya know me well...
yeah it was only yesterday
i thought..oh, what the hell!
you tickle my feet
at times my fancy
most prolific man i know
how do you do it
how DO you do it
gawd , i wonder so
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| thanks again..
Posted: 10/17/2008 8:56:33 AM | hey longte..
thanks for telling me
to simply stop and have some fun
and your invitation to play
most any ol' day
is always a time for fun!
swanie my love
the stars up above
cannot outshine your glow
they are jealous i hear
when you get too near
i hear them tell me so
(thank you for the dodge...simply wonderful)
hammy so sweet
you make me smile all the time
such a wonderful soul
i am so happy to know
and i do so love your rhyme
(especially when it's naughty!!)
and lucky my dear
words so clear
beautiful..just devine
thank you my friend
for stopping in...
i hope you are having a wonderful time...
(is it true??
there is a dude
in your life??!!)
riv dear friend
your words have been
such a wonderful delight
capturing nature just so
i can feel the wind blow
through your words you write
again..just wanted to thank you all for stopping by...and encourage you newbies to drop a word or too when you come through...or simply peruse awhile...i'm excited to be heading for the mountains in a few minutes...can't wait to come back all refresh and anew...oh, lucky, lucky me!!...again..thank you all. | |
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Posted: 10/18/2008 5:28:29 AM | Hug some trees for me!!!!!!!!........lol
As relaxing is the key
Dearest of the dozen
The Trees in them there mountains
become overwhelmed by her beauty
bowing, restling their leaves
as the pathways climb higher to the peak
the mountains terrain bless's her shine
opening up the earth's ceiling to her devine
tranquility of the winds in everyday life
treeking to the top in pure glory!!
(I'm picture'n you taking in all the wonderous beauty, you are currently surrounding yourself, relaxing the thoughts of mind, finding your heart singing finer in natures' calling!! I Love You, hugs and kisses) | |
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Posted: 10/18/2008 6:58:09 AM | the earth is holding tight
to everything forgotten
deep within the stones and boulders
there are inner paradoxes inside:
violins without strings releasing words
that hit the ground running
the stones and boulders outline
the boundaries of time
and silhouette the music in the words | |
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| thanks again..
Posted: 10/18/2008 7:05:03 AM | congratulations Rosie!
so nice to see you have your own place to call home. Now I have another calm place to visit. I'll be back later with some dribble to read. Love ya sweety. | |
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| The Wild Mountain Rose
Posted: 10/18/2008 10:21:42 AM | The Wild Mountain Rose
The wild mountain rose
A rare and precious sight
Hidden just below peaks
Camouflaged pure white
Hardy yet delicate
Sits upon cliffs of stone
Looking over landscapes
Content to be alone
Unknown to the multiude
Hidden from the world
The wild mountain rose
A true gem indeed a pearl
Best in the natural
Surviving in the wild
Nature as intended
Lives each summer for a while
Returns in radiant splendour
After frosts and chills have gone
Standing all alone
But never ever forlorn
The white rose of the mountains
That wild thorny brier
Many a weary climber
His heart was sat on fire
Not one could reclaim her
Bring her down from up on high
For the wild rose of the mountains
Lived best face into the sky | |
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| my dribble
Posted: 10/18/2008 10:38:45 AM | ok...my post above didn't read right. I meant "my" dribble, not someone elses writing. My coffee wasn't strong enough this morning!
so many tales of roses,
and songs are written too,
adoring the colorful flower
in red, white, yellow, and blue.
The symbolic gesture of feelings
no matter what they are
only one Rose stands out
that's you Rose...our shining star! | |
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| my dribble
Posted: 10/18/2008 2:34:36 PM | There once was a tart named Rose
She gets around as everyone knows
drops a petal here and there
like so much sexy underwear
leaving us aglow in her rainbows
Now your writes have got a proper depository
where we all can convene to hear your story
but you could not call it home
without a limerick poem
cause I know that it's a favorite category
your words reflect your sweetness, no refute
sometimes a bit more saucy but always cute
so far here it's tame
and I won't muddy your name
but hope you'll still visit threads of ill repute
A tranquil place here, not a house of sin
but the door was open so look what the cat dragged in
I'll try to be nice
but I know you like spice
so don't be surprised if I flash a little skin
Love ya, Rosie, baby. Hope you had a great weekend! | |
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| my dribble
Posted: 10/18/2008 2:44:21 PM | hey Axe!....right on with that one^^^^
I can just see those blushing cheeks now. Nice touch. | |
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| my dribble
Posted: 10/18/2008 4:13:18 PM | You are a riot Ice!
sending my love rose | |
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| my dribble
Posted: 10/18/2008 5:58:17 PM | I wanted to say that I'm happy
to see that you started this thread
The words that you write
show great insight
And the things that you say needed said
Your kindness and grace are amazing
This is something that everyone knows
No one else here compares
To a blossom so rare
As a Rose is a Rose is a Rose | |
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| Agony
Posted: 10/18/2008 6:13:02 PM | The purple clusters of
Dusty concord grapes
Hung from the vines that
Were straining under the weight.
I could feel the relief
With each cluster I picked,
I felt the dirt settle
Under my bare feet. | |
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| Agony
Posted: 10/19/2008 4:11:49 PM | thank you bird for your write
i thought about you today on my hike
as i sweated up the mountain (but i'll call it a hill !)
getting such a thrill
and thinkin' what a wonderous sight
aww, iceman you got it sooo right
i like me a little spice
but am also quite sweet
won't even talk 'bout your 'meat'!
your words are such a delight!!
and manny thanks for dropping by
i love you and that ain't no lie
talk about heat
baby you're a sweet treat!
you're my (and a zillion other ladies) type of guy!!
rock, it's nice to see you here
and thanks, you are quite dear
your limerick words
compete with axeman and the bird's
makes me want to stand up and cheer!
and riv..what a picture you draw
with your words of grapes i saw
harvest is near
but the frost we do fear
oh i do love the colors of fall
(ok axeman...enough limericks for you??!!....you do make me smile!...oh and manny, you don't write dribble..that's what i do best ..it's only by accident i come across a gem now and again.....swanie and hammy..beautiful, lovely writes...thank you...
beautiful day up here...tomorrow heading home..boo hoo for me!!...i'll get my pix downloaded sometime soon...and hopefully write something worthy...love you...) | |
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