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| | The Age Of InnocencePage 1 of 103 (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41) | Dezerai
There was nothing more enchanting than watching her at the beach, nature
licking, her first encounter, with it's gentle prodding tongue, tiny
footprints leaving their mark for memory's sake, upon the fine talcum
powder carpet which slowed her approach, a cool wind took flight, but she
was unaware, inching closer and closer to the frothy bubbles of a gigantic
dream, aqua, gray, then cloudy white, a rolling kaleidoscope of magic for a
child to feast upon, blue innocent eyes so wide in amazement, not moving
from their target, a picture for her to digest, without words, another
puzzle piece to place, and before I could blink an eye, she was in, swaying
back and forth, arms waving, a tiny windmill's immersion, a smile so
endearing that it took my breath away, a maternal instinct of possible
danger swept fleetingly over my own smile, and then there were two of them,
splashing with laughter, clothes drenched, alive, jumping, sharing, father
and daughter, so similar, except in height, a communion of their special
bond, a silent notation for a baby's journal, one of a first, but
definitely not last, visit to an oasis of wonderment, a seagull's delight,
a father's pride, a window into childhood, a rejuvenation of my senses and
a glimpse into a little girl's adventure with one of life's most simple
pleasures. | |
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| Visions of Youth
Posted: 9/2/2006 9:21:26 PM | A City Street
In obtuse solitude, they melted against the pavement, smashed particles of bottled senses, tiny remnants of glass, filtering back into the sun, they did not know of belonging, eyes oblivious to the silence, divided in feeling, so very much alone.
.... She walked down the street, far away from the passing crowds, caught on the wing of sensations, airing her mind upon the strains of freedom thought, she danced with a thousand mirrors, faces of light, which pushed her through the windows of natural being.
... Beside her blurred the man of sequence, finding balance in the different corners of reality, colourful, yet only a dreamer, learning the parables through a motion of blind acceptance.
… At the side of the road, a wise man sat, listening to the sounds of borrowed peace, he waited and understood with fallen eyes, smiling inside, to the sacred tune of perception, he crossed his heart with a gesture of contentment, revealing only a shadow of his life as he never turned a curious glance away, or forgot the purpose of his earthly vigilance.
... A child marched by, mocking the surprise of controlled stiffness, he was everyone and everything combined, in awkward display, the deliberate imitator of honesty, crying for an audience of approval, the impish seeker of wild delight, casting a spell to feel the magic of an old tin can, as the invisible phantom of our youth, scurried between the blocking legs of his fanciful journey, totally immune to time.
... They where characters out of a modern vaudeville act, simple slaves of the sidewalk with never a variance to alter their daily progression, they walked together in the existence of a momentary blackout, escapists, daring time to replace their appearance with a new breed of followers, they accepted the necessity to continue alone, alienated from those who tried to penetrate their separate aura of mystery.
. . . Discontent with the lack of mood, a rebellious grin, projected to lead me into a maze of dimension, a subtle device to motivate the lifelessness with a moderate controller, the forceful deviant of suppressed emotions, intent upon changing the unresponsive atmosphere of neglect. | |
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om
| | Joined: 5/28/2006
Msg: 3 | |
| Visions of Youth
Posted: 9/3/2006 12:03:29 AM | Colourful and enjoyable reads AF! Love the images!
Congrats on the thread! Keep'em come'en eh! Great stuff! | |
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| Visions of Youth
Posted: 9/3/2006 12:18:49 AM | Oh this is gorgeous! Love it :)
I had been wondering the other day why nobody writes about children...
They're such gorgeous magical little beings.
 and thank you! | |
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| Our Children
Posted: 9/3/2006 8:20:35 PM | Thank you for your message of inspiration. I love children and sometimes think we all forget to see the child within us all. This poem was written for my daughter Alyssa who battled cancer for two years. It was a long time ago now and I have 3 other daughters - one who is turning 23 this month and just moved out on her own and twin daughters who are turning 16 in a few weeks. What a joy they all are.
How do I get my fears out
without frightening those I speak with
or driving them away?
it shakes the very core of their souls
to open up my wounds for them to see
they do not want to feel my pain
or see beyond the shadow of a dream
they glimpse only a vestige of the truth
the courage, the touching moments of love
but do not turn around
or they will vanish behind their masks
uncomfortable with life's weaknesses
they cannot fathom what it is like
to see their children's head wiped clean
replaced by shining halos of innocence
or the rosy cheeks of a Mother's care
diminished to the pure white petals
of moonlight
My child is a free spirit of life's continuity and love
she is immune to the passage of time
feels not the tears, the prayers or glances
turned away
her battle is not with ignorance or fear
she has forgotten those who have turned
their backs on us now
we are the ones to carry the burdens of life's pain
reaching out for caring arms to support us
those who are compassionate enough to listen
and give us strength, so we may give her
all the sunshine she deserves. | |
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| Thank you OM
Posted: 9/3/2006 8:26:48 PM | It is wonderful to be able to share my poetry with others who appreciate and who are very accomplished poets themselves.
The child within so full of adventure and yearning
for beautiful dreams to evolve
excited to watch the stars unfold
imagination taking flight in the darkened sky
lighting those special thoughts which try to escape us
Bells ringing out with laughter on a summer's day
calling us to awaken and be ourselves
flowers grown with tenderness and nature's tears
tears of the earth calling to her child
watching the beauty inside
as it unfolds from it's cocoon
wanting reality to stay on the gentle side
happiness misted over by the storm clouds and daydreams
simplicity on the bright side of the moon and our minds
fireflies dancing in the dark instead of frightening shadows
rings that mean more than just a symbol
romance and passion entwined together
differences which teach each other something meaningful
watching for the many angles the prism creates
as it twirls and dances with the rainbows on the walls
closing your eyes to awaken all the senses
not wanting to forget the innocence or sweetness of life
going back to our roots as
the child carved in the bark
of a fallen tree
by a stranger
free to feel and be connected
never too old to forget
Not a little girl's fancy
just someone who will always hold dear the sweet
whispers of youth. | |
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| An Autumn Fantasy
Posted: 9/4/2006 8:05:24 PM | The Woods Are Lovely Dark And Deep
The woods are filled with unawakened dreams
meandering trails, reaching out in all directions
the winter moon casts her spell
guiding us deeper and deeper
into the enchanted forest of fantasy
a cabin stands silently in our path
inviting, waiting
to be christened with warmth
an adventure of the minds
as the candle burns
so does the drops of love ignite
whispering in the darkness
cuddled close against the chill
the howling wind
only a sigh of nature's passion
thoughts escaping our minds
flickering as shadows on the wall
two souls content
to lie in each other's shadow
and awake in each other's embrace. | |
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om
| | Joined: 5/28/2006
Msg: 8 | |
| An Autumn Fantasy
Posted: 9/4/2006 9:45:47 PM | Cheers AF..:) I'd thought your first poem refered to twins...
A moments ponder...
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Blessed are those with children!
Yet, burdened pasts, collected fears,
histories unsolved years,
karma, habit, and DNAs,
often times get in our ways.
Yet, their innocents reminds what was
And gives us ground
To stand the cause
Blessed are we
Us children!
:) | |
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| The Age Of Innocence
Posted: 9/4/2006 10:49:25 PM | | None of my poems so far have been about twins although they are very much a part of my life my beautiful daughters. They were heaven sent after my loss of Alyssa. Thank you for reading my first attempts out here. | |
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om
| | Joined: 5/28/2006
Msg: 10 | |
| The Age Of Innocence
Posted: 9/4/2006 11:15:15 PM | I just saw a small reference ( "and then there were two of them")...I wondered..was all.
I'm a twin btw.
Your 'first attempts' (all five) are beautiful AF. You see, they inspired me to try another poem...The pleasure was mine and reminded me how blessed I am to have at least one child...Thank you..:) | |
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| Thank you OM
Posted: 9/5/2006 11:58:15 AM | | The two of them was in reference to a father and his daughter and I the observer. Twins are definately a blessing and my girls at almost 16 make me very proud. There is definately something different about twins. Do you have any poems about your experiences of being a twin? | |
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om
| | Joined: 5/28/2006
Msg: 12 | |
| Thank you OM, no, thank you..smiles
Posted: 9/5/2006 9:43:04 PM | Hi AF, yeah sorry I did get it after I reread it yesterday- the father and daughter that is...
Here's one I did a while back. Kinda short and I'm sure not many would get the connection to twins from it. A bit vague...( I tightened it up a wee bit just now ) Certainly a subject that intrigues me though. Wondering if yours have any poems they would like to share. That would be cool! Cheers eh..You've sparked a new idea...Thanks..:)
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Them
As far as the community was concerned
It was "them"
They that don't know
The "freaks" of nature
Cursed
Blessed
Night and day
Quell in calm
Duality
If for only, a small grant
Could you swim
In
Their unthought moments
Like that moment
In their painted sky
Around and around they went
On those plastic clouds
Now that would be something! | |
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| The Sweet Moments of Youth
Posted: 9/6/2006 6:24:58 PM | The Butterfly and Her Dream
The attic whispered of our youth
High above the world, only a child in mind
But not in sensuality
The dark side of the moon
Echoed off the walls
The old building seemed to sway to its beat
As all my senses filtered through the light in his eyes
Living a dream
A deep resounding tone matching my heart beat for beat
Playing in the candlelight
A butterfly drawn to the light
With someone even younger than I
There was no hesitation it felt comfortable, natural
My foot slipped into the glass slipper as if it was meant to be there
As he touched my heart with his sensitivity
We danced in slow motion
Each touch, each thought, each sigh
The tall handsome prince and the butterfly
Time stopped, sounds ceased to exist
Except in the rhythm of our shadows on the wall
We were the flame
We lived the moment
We shared in each other’s space
Absorbed, minds and bodies entwined, but free
I had watched him all night
Wondering, pondering, tempting, waiting
Smoking a dream, cleansing, flying with the night
Beyond the images in a book
Words that knew no boundaries
Yet even at that moment, I cared not
How long the candle would burn
Perhaps I sensed it would not last forever
But was just a dream, a fairytale
Children of the night
I was 21 and he was 17. | |
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om
| | Joined: 5/28/2006
Msg: 14 | |
| The Sweet Moments of Youth
Posted: 9/6/2006 6:56:19 PM | Wow,^^^ Stunning! What a nice effortless read that was! wow again!
And still my favorite album of all times ta-boot. *smiles
Loved reading that, thanks.
As all my senses filtered through the light in his eyes
Smoking a dream, cleansing, flying with the night
Beautiful lines ! Beautiful image, Beautiful poem! | |
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| Thank you again OM for your encouragement
Posted: 9/7/2006 2:45:06 PM | I married that person in my poem and the marriage lasted 15 years but as my poem says I knew it wouldn't last forever. I have never asked you if you have a twin brother or sister? I asked Tammy if she has any poems about being a twin and she said NO! They are so close and very opposit. She did give me one of her poems to post. It was written last year when she was 14 and she is the only one of my girls who loves to write *smile*
Your sweater
I'll give back your tooth brush
I'll give back your keys
But I won't give you your sweater
That's too big for me
The sleeves are too long
And the neck is low placed
Even the bottom
Fits my thighs not my waist
Blue isn't my color
And my eye sight isn't good
For my face is totally hidden
By the shadow of the hood
And when you asked for it back
And my arms came through the sleeves
I felt so naked
Without you beside me
I just needed to have
A piece of you always with me
And only your sweater
Was my security
Tammy | |
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| Stop and enjoy all the beauty which is around us.
Posted: 9/8/2006 3:45:10 PM | The lily of the water
gentle, tranquil, simplicity
floating upon the surface
of her life-giving journey
serenity, implicity she glides
seemingly unencumbered by space or time
the symmetry of rhyme
cast upon the mirror of nature
in it's purest sense
green shadows, illusions of transparency
guarding her mystery
beneath the surface
her ties down, down
below the truth
her existence waking in the sun
she opens to exhume
the passion of the senses
one tendril reaching out to her beliefs
the cycle complete
she needs no explanation
or a naked eye to see
her beauty or place
a canoe slips by this moment of being
caressing her uniqueness
allowing her presence to be known
painted on the soul
she is not lonely
but welcomes her chance
to be complete
and to share her gifts
upon the canvass of her maker. | |
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om
| | Joined: 5/28/2006
Msg: 17 | |
| Stop and enjoy all the beauty which is around us.
Posted: 9/8/2006 11:08:56 PM | AF, once again I'm humbled^^Lovely!
And your Daughters poem is absolutely wonderful.!!! Quite imaginative to take a simple article of clothing and express her love through it. Love the way it started off too. Just loved it! | |
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| The Age of Innocence
Posted: 9/14/2006 7:21:29 PM | Does anyone still have poems that they wrote when they were young?
Lead the way
Please send me on a journey
into a cave of cherished thoughts
guide me only
by a flicker
of candled tears
that show the way
to a looking glass heart
found only by honesty
saved through the years
Hide not the opening though
or I could lose my way
around the laughter
I hear today
I seek only a chance
to wander in
so open your eyes
and let it begin.
April 5, 1975 | |
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| The Age of Innocence
Posted: 9/17/2006 8:56:00 AM | A playmate, a special friend
To light my garden
A smile, a laugh to lend the
Frolicking fireflies all
Dancing within my mind
To chase away the unknown
And paint the way
To swirling moments
And thought that have wings
To fly out unguarded
To find a simple resting place
Someone who understands
The nature of who you are
Reflections of the child within the mirror
Parting the waves to see inside
Without microscope
Just a dream catcher
Knowing eyes
Looking at you differently
Beyond a face or body
Into the soul
Nothing expected
Truth, vulnerability
Basking in the sunlight
Or moonshine of a seasoned being
Letting go of mind
Seeing a different level or plateau
To meet upon
So much in tune
Nothing more
Than just a playmate
Imaginary friend
Companion of challenges
Filling up the night
The company of circumstances
Perhaps a butterfly collection
With the neighbor around the corner
Of my mind. | |
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| The Age of Innocence
Posted: 9/17/2006 9:32:48 AM | Beneath The Surface
When I was young, it was so easy to forget about tomorrow
And just live for the beauty of the day
There was nothing written on my mind
About broken promises, heartache or pain
I was totally free to trust in life to be kind
Without experiences to stand in my way
Shadows just didn’t exist
But unfortunately the lessons of life
Have taught me well
To stand back and observe the reasons for movement
A man can’t always think with his mind
And can justify anything to fill that void
In his own life
A means to an end
Gratification without understanding
Action without cause
But a woman who knows her vulnerability
And her heart
Must stop and see every droplet of water
In the stream
The fish, the rocks and all that lies beneath the current
Before she dares to lay down her desires
She doesn’t want her tears to wash upon the shore
Or feel empty inside
She needs to be fulfilled
To be able to give freely
To feel safe, special
And complete
Yes it would be wonderful
To be lying in someone’s arms again
To hear their heartbeat through the night
But I don’t want to wake up one morning
To find that he had gone in the night
And repeat a sadness I have once felt before
If only men could think
What would they want for their own daughters?
If put in that way
Perhaps they could remember and understand the child within me. | |
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| The Age of Innocence
Posted: 9/17/2006 9:48:00 AM | There are a number of lines here that are heart-breaking!
... a woman who knows her vulnerability
And her heart
Must stop and see every droplet of water
In the stream
The fish, the rocks and all that lies beneath the current
Before she dares to lay down her desires
and
If only men could think
What would they want for their own daughters? | |
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| The Age of Innocence
Posted: 9/17/2006 4:18:15 PM | | Alyosha we have all been hurt at times in our life and it is what makes us stronger and to see clearer who we allow into our inner circle. I was hurt when my husband left me years ago with 5 year old twins and a 12 year old but it didn't take me long a couple of years to find out who I was again. I also had a wonderful gift of the girls who have brought me great joy in my life *ok a few headaches too* LOL | |
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| The Age of Innocence
Posted: 9/17/2006 4:55:29 PM |
we have all been hurt at times in our life and it is what makes us stronger
That's what we like to believe, but I think it's just as likely that those who have the will to survive reach in for some strength they hadn't used before... while those who were conditioned to be victims just sit back and smugly say: "See? I knew I was going to be hurt and betrayed... and will be for as long as I live." | |
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| The Age of Innocence
Posted: 9/17/2006 5:02:12 PM | | Losing my daughter to cancer when she was only 3 taught me a great deal about appreciating life. Her strength was my strength and I always know that the sun shines and the seasons change. You have to open up and live and never give up. Life is definately worth the pain. | |
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| Summer's End
Posted: 9/20/2006 6:04:03 PM | Summer's End
The tower of the moon
a trellis over our heads
the pathway upon the water
of pure silver threads
to walk upon in rapture
a moment in our lives
of pure infectious laughter
as the ducks flow by
not in surprise
we had only known each other
through words typed with ease
two lost souls entwined
upon a gentle breeze
please tell me a story
and let me see inside
this apparition you have made
upon the waves we ride
in and out of mindful space
sharing this forgotten place
a little inukshuk
a gift you built for me
an ancient art
a mystery
the tale we created
our heads bowed low
with respect
as nature
planted her seeds to grow
our minds dancing in unison
eyes opened wide
a window into another’s soul
a child being born
of familiarity
knowing the voice
resounding and complete
a meeting of choice
it was a thunderstorm of electricity
christened by the rain
sweet serenity
a dream? my gentle friend
a sigh, a kiss
we had found our way
to the rosy hue of summer's end
a new beginning, a new day. | |
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