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Posted: 11/8/2007 12:38:16 PM | Forward motion into
the muscle of my brain
gives up into exquisite pain
Deepen… lengthen…flow
Warriors beat my thighs
My arms my hands lifted to
Heaven and I am released into
movement. A calm ascension.
sweat prickles upon my skin
As I hold
Longer… hold… longer
this single pose
Bending down into place
It always seems the
meaning is never lost
Upon true flesh talk
It is a journey within that
Takes you nowhere
Except yourself
think of nothing else
Just position
Breathe…deeper…breathe
a further stretch
Salute the sun. The moon
Divine creator
our flaws embraced
As we learn to love them
And yet again, its nothing more
No great understanding
It is a just a stretch
Flow…blood…flow
A breath
A simple hold
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Posted: 11/8/2007 12:39:36 PM | I strive to know depths beyond
my understanding and
it is constant struggle to accept
the practical examples
that flay me with their
powerful instruction.
But I learn my hard ones
and attempt to accept
with tolerance my mistakes.
ahese passages of wisdom
that mark my journey
in my book of lessons
are the pages of my existence
.......... Tropicalgrl1 | |
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Posted: 11/8/2007 9:41:39 PM | If i could be any tree
I would be a coconut tree
It is a gift from higher spirit
that feeds and shelters
the flesh of me would nourish
and the leaves of me would cover
your head in a hat woven
by old ladies hands
in the marketplace of Samoa.
If i could be any tree
I would be a coconut tree
and I would sweep your floors clean
with the 'salu' made of my spines
tied with recycled rubber
braided by the hands of laughing children
after hurricane ofa
If i could be any tree
I would be a coconut tree
my leaves green woven by men to be
your rooftops give you privacy and shade
from the rain and beating sun
If i could be any tree
I would be a coconut tree
my shell becomes your charcoal
and adornment of your body
I would accesorise you in style
or provide a simple cup to hold my liquid
or your breasts within
If i could be any tree
I would be a coconut tree
I would pave your paths of dirt
with husks of me that braided are the sinet
woven by old mens hands that
hold up beams of solid trees like me
without bolt or nail. Just the simple
wrap of me
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Posted: 11/8/2007 9:58:36 PM | a childhood surreal
so rich like the rivers I swam
in my school uniform
silty with the names of my friends
Tanya, Clifford and Carol, Ari and his brother Tai
no longer with us in this life
the busses with the stereo systems yeah
we would
hang out for the cool ones
and talk under the shade of the
giant flame tree
in the grassy fields of my
childhood memories
and Mrs Letufuga
that skinny lady kiwi
who inspired in me passion
for the written word
she awakened in me
a love of how they worked together
so much passion in her teaching
I remember her mouth moving like
music she was tasting every word
that she was reading to me
how I loved that
Those children now grown
like me are still around in
my world my mother spoke
to Clifford just last year and he is well
the same person I danced with when
I was thirteen
long ago
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Posted: 11/8/2007 10:12:33 PM | girl poetry always reeks of boy
lucid and enchanting yet coy
yawns fill the room
but she always has a broom
nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah...... | |
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Posted: 11/8/2007 10:38:00 PM | and yes... the greatest inspiration comes from boy
and pain
and lust
and love
but dont fool yourself
i speak of real life
not romance
and of childhood
not romance
of friendship
not romance
there
is
a
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Posted: 11/8/2007 11:19:51 PM |
there
is
a
difference
Without past experience
we cannot handle the future.
Anything else is mere pretence
of love and life we did endure
No pain and suffering
was without its blessing.
Our past in true essence
Of that we can be sure
has made us
who we are
TODAY
and it is in
TODAY
we make sense
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Posted: 11/9/2007 12:50:52 AM | Arohanui TG ... perhaps something
"cathartic expression of authentic self"
of the Love genre 
The intimate feeling
of your touch
your body
against mine
embraced
and protected.
Words are spared
but are not needed
because
the message
is felt
mutually.
In your absence
my mind is still
on our time spent
but also
my mind
is on tomorrow
hoping it will be
as the yesterday
we were together
because
I love you.
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Posted: 11/9/2007 12:51:57 AM | Wow Salty,
I just love the fact that this world
is so small some times
you 12 hours ahead
at least I think
tomorrow today
just love to see you here
in my present
Aloha
..........Tropicalgrl1 | |
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Posted: 11/9/2007 1:03:42 AM |  authentic emotion
something sad ...
Heartaches
… come to us all
Mistakes
… how we did fall
Fears
… feeling undone
Years
… being alone
Tears
… thru a frown
Love
… let us down
Sunshine
… follows rain
Rainbows
… take away pain
Courage
… to stand tall
Strength
… breaks down wall
…….now
………..today
………………start
BUILDING BRIDGES
Friendship
…..... is building bridges and keeping them in constant repair.
something happy 
TOUCH MY HEART
Your gentle caress
Soft upon my skin
Your paralyzing eyes
Drawing me in
Your tantalizing smile
Arouses my passion
Your fears
Touch my compassion
Your tears
Touch my soul
Your love
Makes me whole
Your soulful gaze
Speaks a new start
Your sweet words
Touch my heart
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Posted: 11/9/2007 1:35:51 AM | just one more TG since your tomorrow is our yesterday
Win or Lose
Pleasure or pain
Wherein the gain
Pleasure has a cost
Pain has nothing lost
This day I must choose
Will it be win or lose
Freedom of choice
One lonely voice
Look once look twice
How to feed the vice
Which way will cards fall
The winner takes it all
Fairweather friends abound
but will they still be around
when I have nothing left
to lose, and am bereft
of love and life and soul
abandoned like a troll
post voted off the thread
only pain is in my head.
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Posted: 11/9/2007 2:06:35 AM | You stare
me down upon the hour
your backhanded compliments
and ‘hard to get’ attitude
keep ‘em comin
keep ‘em runnin, guessin
and you keep searchin
because it doesn’t
work sometimes.......
Try to fill your belly
cause its grumbling for something more
than a candy bar. Belly aching,
looking for the meat
the fiber, the muscle
the sinew, the spine
that takes time
To find.......
The stainless steel walls
might hide a heart that’s
lonely and hidden behind your
plastic curtain your blistered lips
are scalded from words that
leave the fingertips
that are your
Cyberlips.......
So tell me did you
ever find the real heat
you seek? That real heart?
is it whizzing by you?
fickle like a rollerskate?
fly by and roll along
on your parallel way
it’s the perpendicular
I crave.......
..........Tropicalgrl1 2007 | |
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Posted: 11/9/2007 3:42:59 AM | Boys bitter expression without hopeful, uplifting output or emotion, stops short of poetry or poetic humour....;-)
Cathartic expression of authentic self, please continue
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Posted: 11/9/2007 4:17:47 AM |
So tell me did you
ever find the real heat
you seek? That real heart?
is it whizzing by you?
Arrogance of Egotistical Soul
Do not tell me what I feel
My feelings are mine to own
Protecting yourself sure and true
This is not about me it is about you
In words we converse
And share and are known
In light of night
The talk is shown
It shows me the parts I saw in you
Your words tell me
The words guiding the essence of you
And still you say
To me you are unknown
For we have not glanced
Each others way
And seen in a second
All there is to say
In a glance you profess to see
All you know is all of me
So it is true I do not know you friend
Your words hold no meaning
Trivial, frugal and without an end
Stay locked in your world
Your vision is all you see
Base lifetimes on fleeting glances
And seek and wonder why.
JR | |
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Posted: 11/10/2007 12:04:32 PM | As children we would laugh in the dark
and your parents would tell us to shush
and go to sleep and we would sing
songs to each other in whispers
and talk into the early hours of the morning.
In plumeria trees we would laugh
climbing old gnarled arms covered
in scented flowers of white and yellow
How we would talk to each other!
with tradewinds in our hair that blew
our thoughts back and forth between us
such beautiful breezes and sunshine on our backs
we would speak to each other as young girls do
so innocent and untouched by the complexities
of unrealized dreams and pain of the disappointment
in womanhood.
As women we fell in love with others but
always came back to the shelter of our
friendship so often sharing tears and laughter
cause now we were not so simple and
no longer so innocent.
And we would go out and dance with friends
know the intoxication of lust and drink
and still look at each other across rooms
and know ‘yes, you’re there for me’.
I still have that four-leaf clover and your letters
And the pictures of my Godchild
Your firstborn and although so many
many miles of ocean are between us
my agape bloom is like yesterday
like the children of me and you
whispering in the dark.
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Posted: 11/10/2007 12:28:09 PM |
Your firstborn and although so many
many miles of ocean are between us
my agape bloom is like yesterday
like the children of me and you
whispering in the dark.
Eyes Of A Child
Through the eyes of a child
the world is full of wonder
Through the eyes of a child
it’s sunshine, rain or thunder
Through the eyes of a child
life’s just an endless game
Through the eyes of a child
there’s only adults to blame
Through the eyes of a child
it’s schooldays and fun days
Through the eyes of a child
it’s fascinating always
Through the eyes of a child
it’s beach, buckets and sand
Through the eyes of a child
life’s so easy to understand
now what about us – you and me
where’s our eyes of a child
we live life so fast, never free
to take those eyes of a child
and quantify life to really see
letting imagination run wild
so take a break today, just be
lost in the eyes of a child …
JR | |
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Posted: 11/10/2007 12:32:56 PM |
As women we fell in love with others but
always came back to the shelter of our
friendship so often sharing tears and laughter
cause now we were not so simple and
no longer so innocent.
CHOOSE A LIFE OF LOVE
To love is to step out with light,
like a candle in the night,
shining our path to morning sun
finding love lives in everyone.
I know it’s not easy sometimes
dancing to music without rhymes
Out with those good time guys
whose truths soon turn into lies.
The ones that promise you forever
and lead you down paths to never
be the same after wedding bells
when their faithlessness is living hell
Yet one may choose a life of love,
trusting in angels and the stars above
as love unveils the beauty of all things.
To be an angel, one need not have wings.
In giving love there is an equal grace.
No need to seek the aura in the face,
each love you feel, unstained and free,
redeems and a stronger woman you will be.
JR | |
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Posted: 11/10/2007 12:54:55 PM | you locked the front door
the door that used to be always open
and I saw her your guilt and your
fear her smugness quiet sitting there
this prize you think you have its yours
I said to her. And looked at him
What do you want ? I asked
No answer…
What do you want? I asked
No answer….
What do you want? I asked
i
don’t
know
he told me
and with that
I
Left
him
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Posted: 11/10/2007 2:26:21 PM | Enjoy your writing very much tropicalgrl,it's nice to read the work of real people.
STAND
Here i stand for the whole world to see
someone say they will
Help me remember what it is like to feel
I'm so tired of being still
As the tears of my loved ones fall like rain
may they was away this stain
Here i stand for all to see
the burden of me
crawling towards my living years
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
or take for granted everthing is as it seems
I highly doubt there is any anticipation
for my resurection
You never thought i would find the direction
crawling towards my living years | |
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