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Druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

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Pull Up A Chair....... Posted: 11/13/2009 10:09:37 AM
Watching two dogs as they play watching as they find their way looking back into their stare peering out from toussled hair sleepily their bodies smother seeking heat born from the other head to toe they peaceful lay recharging for a later play wherever I walk they follow me following most faithfully when I stop they sit right down lazily they look around they, like me, wait for another quartet made we will discover how this room echoes to a laugh when the present slides into the past

Druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

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Pull Up A Chair....... Posted: 10/21/2009 4:58:36 AM
Amos Lee It would seem to me sings of things that might come to be shows a place we dont want to be or laments his lot famously Amos Lee Casually takes us places all to see reminds us of a simple touch a thing that can come to mean so much Amos Lee easily makes my eyes close to think of the the charms of laying in one's particular arms Amos Lee so simply captures that moment remembered in the minds eye somewhere between sadness and the need to cry Amos Lee Joyously conjures a mood like simple balm that oozes peace and exudes charm captures things we might otherwise lose as off to sleep we eventually snooze Amos Lee Coyly makes my head sway with a flicker of a smile as here I will again stay a while as no more will I roam finally I am home

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

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Rhyming Couplets....fancy a go?.... Posted: 9/29/2009 5:21:42 AM
Mo, John, Fishin-M well done all of you.....couplets are delightfully free in what they are, often bawdy, cheeky and meant to provoke a smile and a laugh - treat them thus welcome one and welcome all a greeting always here if you call here you find you have a chance to make you words perform a dance near the knickle or sweetly vage it is your choice in hows its played If comfort here you do find sparse you are welcome to kiss my druid ar.se

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

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Rhyming Couplets....fancy a go?.... Posted: 9/28/2009 7:27:28 AM
Hmm...has been a while since I was last here... As the above written verse quite clearly shows the English language really can be murdered by prose the wit contained definately not sage this humour from a previous age the written sound effects quite bad only help make the whole entirely sad the truth contained in final jest the hack description fits the best The authors pen seemingly is his anchor whilst all others regard him as a.... newcomer

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

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Pull Up A Chair....... Posted: 9/27/2009 8:07:52 AM
I watched today a small boy I once met become a man for all to see as on the streets of Singapore he did play as his talent shone throughout this day what makes a king is it lack of fear scant regard for all who are near or is it belief in oneself is this the sum of a characters wealth questions asked and answered shown ripples of pride come from his home 'Tis one thing to win another to know you can this is what truly marks out the man One thing I know for sure while I was mesmerized by his pace time tripped by easy in this place leaving the smile inside upon my face to take that step others will not to push until the goal is got the calm we can gain out of the storm for some this has become the norm to see this other take the stage and realise his dream as played makes me remember long ago I push still wher'err I go

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

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Pull Up A Chair....... Posted: 9/25/2009 3:57:11 AM
I sit here floating in cyberspace knowing this is no longer my place knowing there is nothing here I hold dear and knowing I will soon leave here caught in a paper trap like fly on paper or ant on sap I endure each day and solidly wait for a piece of paper to change my fate and time ticks by at measured slow pace I hide the weariness of it from my face I often look again into the sky as I know one more time I will fly and within the space of single day continents swapped along the way I will stand beside a great lake as a new beginnning I once more make

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

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Pull Up A Chair....... Posted: 9/20/2009 6:39:27 AM
I have ever been a stranger in the places that I saw never having been there before time to take my leave once more to be beside distant shore I hope that this is journeys end on these icy waters to depend as upon its beauty I stand feeling the warmth of anothers hand like mist rolling along lakeside nature's beauty then to hide to disappear from plain sight and re-emerge in plain sunlight whilst winter awaits spring to call natures cold kiss to gentle thaw two hardened hearts to melt as one and walk once more into the sun

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

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Pull Up A Chair....... Posted: 9/17/2009 5:00:52 AM
When anticipation you can taste the world ignores your aching haste things seem to slow to take an age to prolong this agonizing stage almost like a hurt inside mixed up with a nervous pride you stamp your feet or clap your hands or pinch yourself as you stand but there is no stopping the thought inside of you the wondering of what will come true like mighty river it rolls on strong and helplessly you are drawn along so like a chef you mix the pot fear and hope you knead the lot when all is mixed into steady dough you will be ready for what follows

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

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Pull Up A Chair....... Posted: 9/15/2009 1:43:17 AM
When all around nothing stirs peace rings out to all who heard and the daily life things seem absurd and all that remains is the word a quiet time to gather thoughts think of things as one ought balance actions and weigh deeds and think of that what one will please The global village in which we now live changes our days so that we can live joined up lives in block capitol ways as these quiet hours mark our days

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

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Pull Up A Chair....... Posted: 9/12/2009 4:13:16 AM
The next bike is ready I hear them calling my name but I am tucked away here isolated calm space thinking of you even though we have not met I am annoyed this is how I balance my day scribbling thoughts on old scrap paper write them down then throw them away always careful they will not be found Secretly I smile its very hot today so I know what to do before the end of the approach road to the circuit the tyres are hot the game is on I know if I keep it on the limit all the way around on that knife edge of nerve the tyres will overheat and bubble, and burst technicians will frown and stock will be checked and rechecked and I can sleep in the sun I close my eyes and sleep I hear the sound of frantic phonecalls across the world I quietly laugh everything they know they know from me but they do not know all I know

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

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Pull Up A Chair....... Posted: 9/12/2009 3:48:27 AM
I look in his eyes this broken strong man trapped in the remnants of that body but I dont see myself there I have spent a long time now trying to be like you as strong as fierce as true but I am failing Your father has passed and I have to tell you I look for you but you are not there only this shell I hold your hand I feel the tremor in your once strong arm as I go to speak you start first you look at me and say "Can I go home soon Doctor" I just say "Soon sir, soon" I leave your bedroom and close the door I sit in the kitchen of your house where so many memories lurk it now feels cold and strange as do I I know I have just had a rite of passage but it is of no comfort would to still be but a child but I know this is now gone I make tea quietly I take it in the room carefully set it down to sleeping eyes smile, and turn to sit at the other end of the room a piece of scrunched up paper hits me on the back of the head "Morning Boy" "morning Dad" Its evening but we chat until he sleeps I realise how foolish I have been there will always be a boy within me I feel pride this damaged near blind man can accurately hit me with paper Damaged broken near death he still teaches me things maybe more so now than ever before

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

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Pull Up A Chair....... Posted: 9/11/2009 3:44:16 AM
when I see birds in flight I smile inside to see this sight This silent ballet in the sky stops you as it roars quiet by then you sit upon a bike and you know what its like flick left and right with unconscious ease as through your hair blows the breeze such a simple thing to do yet it creeps into the very soul of you and as you complete yet another mile all you can do is broadly smile first you are seduced by the speed until you realise it has become a need after you learn to delight in what you see and know inside what it is to be free Somehow you fuse into the bike both characters become alike you see the smiles from all around as they hear your journeys sound with the gearbox you play tunes hope this song wont end too soon this poetry of sound and deed garnished with laughter and speed there is always that one moment when you ride the one from which you just cant hide the one that makes you slowly blink and all your soul seems to think that suddenly you dont have a care and all you want is to be forever there when finally you know its near the time to shift down through the gears roll to a stop by gentle brakes the skin warming feel still air makes journeys end has its own delights fresh faces, sounds, people and sights but the best thing when about you roam is definately the fun ride home

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

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Pull Up A Chair....... Posted: 9/10/2009 5:34:16 AM
Hmm.......... anam Cara Searching sought from afar all try to find that one soul that defines their being makes them whole all we would aspire to be they can so easily see not asked but given and returned manyfold to thee some old words and some old ways still cause beauty in modern dark days shame to know this now is rare only the few from all stood there all little sheep stood in a flock apathy rears as mediocrity runs amok some peoples lore though hard to find teases the soul and engages the mind so ancient though you know this earth to be you are new upon it precariously Like mortar and pestle or old mortice lock some things just fit like the tick before tock some things were rote, for all to see simply saying "bean mo chroi"

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

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Pull Up A Chair....... Posted: 9/10/2009 4:49:25 AM
People often bounce idea's off each other how would that be if it literally happened?...maybe like so...... What would it be if words fell from the sky Would you get an A or an E right in the Eye would it make me say "Oh"or would that be You would this make us vow never this thing to do If it rained the word "Wet" would it stick in the ground and cause letter flooding in the streets all around what sound would it make if with watery thwhack we heard the sound of the falling duck borne word" Quack" what to do if in the still of night the word "darkness" fell and obscured our sight would all sense mass panic as people oozed the word "fear" and awake the next day to see a falling "Still Here!" When all drove home if watched by people who cry Would out of the sky fall a simple "Goodbye" as eyes in rear view mirror gave a cheery wave out of the sky fell the words "Just be Brave" And as people waved would this vortex of air cause the falling word sentance "Its because I care" could you catch it and hold it to warm cold travelled hands would it melt and reduce till all that was left there was the returned simple statement warmly "I Care"

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

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Pull Up A Chair....... Posted: 9/9/2009 2:42:37 PM
How the world has quickly turned technology so readily learned where we are able to make words fly instantly across the sky what was once read in an asimov book we now routinely do without a look and when something happens anywhere all the planet sits and stares so when anyone financially drops the ball the ripples wash over us all nowhere left on earth to hide even if all see a loss of pride so distance now means not much neutered by digital touch so all of this new humankind reach across space a soul to find so men at war can speak to wives each day to share of their lives mothers can reach out to sons and lovers speak to their loved ones so carbon based life using silicon chip with metals and plastics now equipped can make all these unfeeling entities make people everywhere feel at ease

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

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Pull Up A Chair....... Posted: 9/8/2009 4:06:46 PM
Hi WR-1 never really went away, just been a little busy with the stuff of life...... I came back to a place no longer there I looked and looked with unbroken stare inside my heart yearned to see but alas it just seems not to be what upon reflection I came to find was simple values from a different time when simple folk lived in a state of grace seemingly gone from this cold place but people here no longer wish to hear bury themselves in never ending beer having only ever known nought but this place having lost sight upon its fall from grace generations born of greed blinded to a time of need hard times now befall life to show to teach them well real things to know simple respect from man to man how to live upon the land and as my time here draws to a close I thank it for teaching all I know hope this proud land can set itself free and become again what it used to be

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

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Pull Up A Chair....... Posted: 9/8/2009 1:37:14 AM
Used to be I made them cheer as I showed to them I held no fear and as I sped along my way in their own heads I think they did play And when this race was finally run no matter even if it be won All those crowds just go away and not a soul for you will stay So you out there mark my word if you intend to live by the sword that mysterious thing that sets you apart will keep you distanced from your heart After it was done I walked many lands held so many different hands in all the time the world I did roam merely looking for someone to call home Now I know at journeys end these nomadic years my spent stipend I will leave these shores just once more not to return of this I am sure for home is not your place of birth or all of your monetary worth it is the look seen in an eye a gentle smile as you each pass by its that warm cuddle on wintry night the loving hand your tear to wipe the touch of skin to say hello when words themselves can not say so

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

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Cinquain on the Membrane Posted: 8/29/2009 2:07:02 PM
tender My surrender joy in others splendour heartfelt pleasure for each member growing

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

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Pull Up A Chair....... Posted: 8/26/2009 4:18:25 AM
we each of us if we are lucky find that other that sets us free find that other that lets us be to project ourself for all to see yet protect us from all who be when silence between us says so much its volume increased by simple touch so that when the we becomes the us we do then our whole lives entrust as we walk through an invisible door never to return evermore What has come before we do not care it is as if it were never there merely stages along the way to bring us to this place this day so as a sound travels though the air we are all and nothing else do care of all the things we can say or do all we need is the me and you

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

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Pull Up A Chair....... Posted: 8/25/2009 3:24:56 PM
Nothing ever wrong with feelin silly What would this land look like through other eyes would they see only brickwork in the ruins that lie Or would they see glory and honour among men down from an olden time when quill ruled from pen would they see how the savage at the end of brutal fierce day sat down with all kinfolk to guide a new way Where Deed shown in thought and heart steadying hand gave rise to a notion that swept through this land where the mighty help the lowly and the strong tend the weak to colour our words for the world to speak Where all are treated equal no matter what they wear, speak or worship all have fair say where the heart of a nation almost to a man will die to uphold freedom in other far off land will other eyes get to see this to taste it and smell and learn of all the things in time past that fell And if other eyes do see this will they also see mine will they look down and see their hand holding mine When other feet first step upon this land I hope all history will bind them so that they understand that although far from their people they have now roamed for the first time ever they are in fact home

druid59

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Pull Up A Chair....... Posted: 8/22/2009 5:39:50 PM
Spinning, spinning, spinning away the wheel turns full circle along the way like silent prayer at end of day hearts are meant to be this way As the wheel turns the flax is taut the heart yearns as it ought this simple toil to make a thread which binds all things found in its stead The wheel travels all the while as we often do over the miles as each journey we do tread along our route our path to thread So take this thread make with such care use it to bind all that are there but keep some spare set for none in case it may be used for just one this length of twine so full of time spun and dried and twisted fine put to skein for ready use waiting there, held ever loose As Ravens crow and Salmon play all of mother earth look your way where Mammoths once roamed the shores and Lions sleep on weary paws A spirit world you may just see full of all life of you of me where each animal plays its part strong on earth and true in heart so sit yourself beside a wheel as it goes around you may just feel a part of things belonging to the land reach for it with outstretched hand for finally it reaches for you after all the days of wanting too so bow to none and take your leave as a thread starts your dreams to weave

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

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Pull Up A Chair....... Posted: 8/17/2009 2:48:24 PM
Patchouli Oil taken from that which grows naturally in earth's good soil an aromatic musk that hints of its origins in humble mint you can take all pretenscious scent and the wasted money on it spent throw it all in the chanel and close the Dior on all that hell exotic glass, fancy box, and strings and bows are never needed for the nose advertising budgets strain to captivate the willfully vain do not believe the packaged hype do not become that dreadful type simply use what you find nice never buy based on price for if you wish to seem meek and mild dont smell like a spoiled little child take your glossy magazines full of airbrushed illusionary scenes and realise what they are devious men after your wallet from afar so next time you see patchouli oil remember it has stood the test of time because it simply smells sublime its scent will never be lost within it simply smells great upon kissed skin and even paper can scented be and be still smelled internationally for this lovely scent simply lingers on for simple men to ponder on

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

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Pull Up A Chair....... Posted: 8/17/2009 5:10:18 AM
Hello lovely lady yes, sometimes the smallest thing can change our lives Is a life without love but a big river rolling slowly steadily by ebbing and flowing to moontide acrueing deep silt so in turbulent times murky waters overcome the brine or is it like a dead still pond shining there as if glass none of itself to impasse a steely glare for careless eye as other souls happen by if you should see such as me take a small stone cast it easily wonder at the ripple found see it expand to all around all this took was one small deed perhaps to fill a dual need

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

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Pull Up A Chair....... Posted: 8/16/2009 3:37:18 PM
By chance lives can change By Chance film clicks onto another frame a speck of dust in the eye can make a lifetime flash right by a handkerchief given in relief changing lives beyond belief what chance will pass us by what chance will make us cry, or cause a sigh how will we ever know if we do not seize it before it goes chance is a funny thing with no warning of what it may bring no intro pack or documented notes as quietly from high down it floats like a snowflake of opportunity landing with complete impunity it can make a rainy day blue or repaint it completely shining anew chance is a result of fate an undertermined altered state like throw of dice or toss of coin in air how are we to know its there by chance is all we have to say by chance it may happen another day by chance if some thing you befall by chance I hope these words you recall look this chance square in the eye and by chance you may just fly as if by chance you could see what is set in store for thee

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 8/15/2009 3:44:25 PM
hmm....hey girlie sometimes life is messy it doesn't quite fit we dont know the answers all things are bullshit but its all we have life ain't fair sure is no fairy tale there's many a hard road people take and most will surely fail but trying can be good but we can all still feel the sun on our face warm, friendly orange glow through closed eyelids it will go As it always has So smile Rosie smile hang your head and laugh a while keep that twinkle in your eye and nothing of note will pass you by throw stones in a pond or walk a dog ride a bike or sit on a log do whatever you damn well please and live your life with consumate ease

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

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Life is funny...hahaha...God and demons...hahaha... Posted: 8/14/2009 10:06:59 AM
Hi KL Each step and ache reminds us all of that moment of the fall the bend, the twist, the small mishap which now brings pain ever on tap each ache makes us curse the wherewithall makes it worse this self inflicted pain abounds and reasoned thought it does confound so heal thyself with rest and care music ring out as away you stare thinking of a far off place thinking of a far off face rest yourself in an old pair of jeans the one's you like and have had a while 'Tis many a secret in old denim hides and wearing them brings back pride and once again a change takes place the world is after all a cosy place Its careful seams, stitched just right fit you so well as you like ah, will anyone ever know what it really means to love an old pair of favourite jeans Idle thoughts on idle days to pass the time as it slow plays Gary Moore picks a soulful tune the Prophet rings out across the room sunlight streams upon your face and warmth you feel in a still small space and as yourself you begin to lose lay right back and simply snooze

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

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Pull up a chair Posted: 8/13/2009 3:33:12 AM
Hmmm..Nighttime The eerie glow of the light that would know your secret thought unspoken desire as cricket song becomes ever higher the air so still bereft of noise makes you want to hold yourself with static poise as if all creatures here around are statuesque invisibly bound in this quest yet your mind races so full of faces from long ago wondering hope beyond hope anew wondering what is to become of you dark thoughts come when darkness falls unguarded moments when doubt surrepticiously calls you try so hard to push these thoughts away but secretly for the daylight to return you feverishly prey and sleep will take you in its round safe and warm and ever sound when you awake to a fresh day full of light to light your way

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

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Pull up a chair Posted: 8/11/2009 1:01:38 PM
if, using words, beauty is made it is not wearied by time or edges frayed it burns strong thoughout the night its mesaage shining in the light if those words a story make they echo long as silence they break reverberate within our soul keep us warm even if cold but written word needs seeking eye as all others will pass them by eyes to heart, and heart to mind all now ever will you bind all things are possible in the world of men when our actions are driven by a pen for whenever we run out of words all that is left is the sword

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

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reflection of past year into the future... Posted: 8/11/2009 12:59:01 PM
if, using words, beauty is made it is not wearied by time or edges frayed it burns strong thoughout the night its mesaage shining in the light if those words a story make they echo long as silence they break reverberate within our soul keep us warm even if cold but written word needs seeking eye as all others will pass them by eyes to heart, and heart to mind all now ever will you bind all things are possible in the world of men when our actions are driven by a pen for whenever we run out of words all that is left is the sword

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

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Pull up a chair Posted: 8/10/2009 10:57:26 AM
Ah...KL...... best way to see a wisp is with eyes tight closed to see with delicate nose that faint smell of smoke not enough to make you choke a sure sign that you have found that elusive smoke when its around ethereal though it may be you may see it quite clearly feel its touch long and slow before it must once more go breathe it deep in your lung while upon the air it's hung when it is inside of you there will no longer be two then you will feel as your stare that smell of impending storm heavy in the air waiting for thunderous release with sound to shatter previous peace so read these words aloud if you have voice make their noise your very choice they may lead to other sounds vocalised when none are around Smoke and fire wind and storm natures tools when first formed briefly held by man to see the power that creation be

druid59

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Pull up a chair Posted: 8/10/2009 7:33:22 AM
Hmmm..... Ah, the danger of a dipping toe it can take you places you'll not want to go deep or shallow its reflection shines this thought to echo within your mind the water may be cold make you shiver or be so warm you will come hither for if you plunge into the pool what then will become of you will you drink its body down and breathe as if its not around or will you choke and gasp to see nothing but darkness surrounding thee all of this you would but know when you dip that single toe

druid59

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Pull up a chair Posted: 8/10/2009 7:03:38 AM
Rose your welcome Ma'am..... KL Nurse....... I love the meter of that "He loves life simple He talks in tunes" thats nice Ah Runes........ these come from a time of the whispering world Remember the rule of three cast and you would see keep in mind our mother moon wan or wane it guides your rune simple lines etched on stone reveal a path for you alone there is old knowledge sight unseen still known by some ever keen when Druid and Wiccan play they do so out of the light of day For many centuries has been this way to keep the unbelievers away

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

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Pull up a chair Posted: 8/10/2009 5:54:08 AM
Hello Dear Rose you always have a seat here Old pain if turned away becomes stronger along the way Like Nietzches warriors in the rain there comes a time to face the strain the memory always so clear of that thing held so dear it aches its hurt all around but in this hurt peace be found a silent tear when silent cried can release that felt inside you will never win the day but your demons you'll keep at bay this pain you feel this hurt inside is lessened by the tears and time

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

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Pull up a chair Posted: 8/10/2009 5:32:55 AM
You are welcome here young KL Nurse grab yourself an empty chair make it comfy as you care draw your legs up, with arms around and survey all that can be found for this place is a a brief respite an antidote to solitary night breathe out, sip some wine as your thoughts you do define and only you will know the when so once more pick up a humble pen your thought will fly through cyberspace and rest quite neatly in this place

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

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Pull up a chair Posted: 8/9/2009 6:27:56 PM
Let Sleep Take you cast on a stone, wisdom make you in birdsong and morning mist ever loved and often kissed Like the Stones buried here We are each others root we can know no fear two hearts pulse to single beat as we touch we are complete An ancient symbol shared on skin to show the feelings held within needle touch and feelings bare ever focus our time there

druid59

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Pull up a chair Posted: 8/9/2009 4:38:04 AM
When you stand there before the crowd when you hear them shout out loud now you know the game's afoot your mettle tested whilst they look But do not when you look out there think for one moment that they care they will chat as you pass by with ease but when you slip you do them please your certain danger will them tease if you fall down they strain to see and if you survive this little mishap you are greeted by disappointed clap It is the dance, not the danced to the dancer craves, when you make motion as through the air you pave you twist and turn mark out a way express the art and hope not to pay and after when at them you stare they turn away from accomplished glare

druid59

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I can be Posted: 8/9/2009 4:36:22 AM
When you stand there before the crowd when you hear them shout out loud now you know the game's afoot your mettle tested whilst they look But do not when you look out there think for one moment that they care they will chat as you pass by with ease but when you slip you do them please your certain danger will them tease if you fall down they strain to see and if you survive this little mishap you are greeted by disappointed clap It is the dance, not the danced to the dancer craves, when you make motion as through the air you pave you twist and turn mark out a way express the art and hope not to pay and after when at them you stare they turn away from accomplished glare

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

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Pull up a chair Posted: 8/8/2009 12:27:00 PM
It is August 8th 2009 I sit here idly passing the time I think back to strife torn days My grandfather resolutely marching away For it was this day in 1914 the first world war came upon the scene spades and sweat, trenched defined two peoples locked in battle dreadful aligned I remember sitting on his knee as all these things he imparted to me how the love he had for a girl kept him sane in his horrible world each a time a letter came he would touch it for days as he knew her hand, had handled it this way then open and read, and read, and read this was all the comfort he need He would place the latest one safe in a billy can, safe from the eyes of any other man so a passion in his heart did burn and when he went over the top he had reason to return He unpicked a shoelace till it was fine strands fashioned with his weary hands to sew inside his uniform jacket a doubled handkerchief and when completed he sighed with relief He carried her words next to his heart her passion his armour right from the start and never a wound in battle did recieve and in his woman he did absolutely believe when I saw the light in his eyes as to me he would her describe I swear I felt just more alive he would dance and sing and share with me his Martha, His heart, his love , his glee I wish to find a reason out there to unpick a lace with such equal care and select a handkerchief for none to see and dress in that armour eternally

druid59

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Msg: 429 (view)

Pull up a chair Posted: 8/7/2009 9:03:09 AM
Haha Young Bear and all of you gathered there I simply have not been around been skulking around old London town You see Nelson's boat, The Victory steeped in naval warfare history lies in berth not far from me a reminder of former mastery So he asked me, quite without a care if I would go to Trafalgar Square on a column his statue be and make sure all was well you see well even though was made in jest who am I to refuse such a request so offI trod with trepidation to the very heart of this proud nation To stand again in Parliament square and pudding lane where the fire first flared to laze on the grass in regents park and listen to passing skylarks ah, even though time passes by slowly upon the London Eye it felt good to once again be there when so long ago I did live there It seems rolling stones can do so in a circle as on the train Southsea bound I hurtle a strange feeling of deja vu rightly quietly overtakes you when you take a journey of this sort when you walk the roads with a bag of thoughts Sights and sounds smells and touch remind you of so very much My real reason for travelling there was to see a love story set in stone with exquisite care completed after I last left England my heart has yearned to see it so Victoria's shining Albert Memorial this widow's labour of love Magnificent in all its scale and gold leaf from top to tail this oh so indulgent opulence a lady always thought so severe her tender heart revealed here sitting there above those steps so regal, yet romanesque Albert has all the world to spy from lofty position, there on high If there was ever a love so definately held on pedestal for all to see this lonely loved woman shows all her heart monumentally till this day

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

Msg: 1077 (view)

~lost in thought or flight of fancy~ Posted: 7/28/2009 5:54:44 AM
Upon our skin outward signs of depths within nature's ever written book leaf through its pages with your look As both stand, both stare reading all written there time passes they neither care all that matters is the being there

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

Msg: 421 (view)

Pull up a chair Posted: 7/28/2009 5:47:39 AM
Closing Time In my mind I hear the few first chords prepare myself to sing those words Tom Waits song so beautifully done by Hootie for you and me "Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you, falling in love just makes me blue" how these words run full circle through my mind simple truth in them there for all of time "Well the night does funny things inside a man These old tom-cat feelings you don't understand" what a feeling it brings to me to sing these words and on other faces see eyes close and heads bow as this song becomes theirs now "I can see that you are lonesome just like me, I wonder if you'd like some some company" heads turn to others stare so many messages dreaming there "I search the place for your lost face, guess I'll have another round And I think that I just fell in love with you" All heads rise and smiles bright laughing, clapping in delight not for me, but for this song Now to be a memory ever strong

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

Msg: 3 (view)

Closing time at PlentyOfFish Posted: 7/28/2009 5:43:26 AM
Closing Time In my mind I hear the few first chords prepare myself to sing those words Tom Waits song so beautifully done by Hootie for you and me "Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you, falling in love just makes me blue" how these words run full circle through my mind simple truth in them there for all of time "Well the night does funny things inside a man These old tom-cat feelings you don't understand" what a feeling it brings to me to sing these words and on other faces see eyes close and heads bow as this song becomes theirs now "I can see that you are lonesome just like me, I wonder if you'd like some some company" heads turn to others stare so many messages dreaming there "I search the place for your lost face, guess I'll have another round And I think that I just fell in love with you" All heads rise and smiles bright laughing, clapping in delight not for me, but for this song Now to be a memory ever strong

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

Msg: 1073 (view)

~lost in thought or flight of fancy~ Posted: 7/27/2009 1:32:59 PM
Ah Rose Good girl......lol when that Wind rushed past your face and the noise of tyres filled all space your hands steer the course you will take there this ballet royal, cut through the air your hair spilling about the place from ear to ear a grin in place your clothes flapping in the breeze how life passes by with exquisite ease saddle sore you head back home but life can be grand when you roam

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

Msg: 5 (view)

a true recipie to make you happy Posted: 7/26/2009 11:36:09 AM
Ah...what a great line [As I grow older I find that I'm gaining wisdom but losing my memory] cliche's clear the air on rainy days remind us of some old ways a time when simple deed meant more and time itself was not a chore where careful thought expressed aloud put silver lining in a cloud an added spring to a step and taught the value of "not yet" where children listened and parents thought now kids are deaf and parents fraught before we decry things in the past we had better make the now steadfast

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

Msg: 1069 (view)

~lost in thought or flight of fancy~ Posted: 7/26/2009 11:22:49 AM
oh..such a hard decision my dearest Rose... oh, the trouble of the troubled mind sinews bent to break the rules heart wanting to pop like a new old fool but head weighing down the lightened load trying to stop you on that road obligation the head cries loud the word floats across like unwelcome rain cloud muscles switch off at this lament as out for fun they are hellbent the bike all shiny tempting there like one bad boy or one lady fair your head you know will miss a beat as your heart slides into that saddled seat so pedal quick and pedal fast your head may eventually win to make this the last but we ever know that thought sublime the ecstacy of just one more time

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

Msg: 420 (view)

Pull up a chair Posted: 7/26/2009 11:02:33 AM
hmm...yes..the power of touch Just sit there Let me run my hand through your hair wipe away your single tear kiss it off my thumb make it disappear take this moment to slow way down forget all else that is around we rush like fools surrounded with inconsequential tools rush and hurry lose the plot forget the have chase the have not but one day we stop a simpler tune we would but hear a melody that strikes no fear each passing verse to bring us near this distant sound ever clear so hold my hand trace your fingers along its scars each cut and healed to show the journey that we do both know I will take your hand and kiss its palm let this healing be its balm we can stand together and simply share our hands our eyes both alone there

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

Msg: 418 (view)

Pull up a chair Posted: 7/26/2009 2:34:46 AM
hmm... Same lovely face....same lovely hair....new name....but always good to see a friend there I think of a woman far away as she quietly goes about her day I think about the sparkle in her eye and of the things that have made her cry I wonder what it would be like to see the reflection of my self in her eyes looking back at me to pull her close and hold her near the scent of a woman so resoundingly clear To hold her hand as we walk a awhile feel the warmth of her smile feel the giggle on our lips and the soft, velvet feel of her hips Lay there in some friendly grass talking things as time does pass occasionally just stop to stare at this wondrous sight without a care smell her skin and smell her hair enjoy the warmth of the other there gently run my hand across her brow "Relax baby, its just us now" and just let the day slip away silently we dreamily lay these are the moments when we are alive talking by touch saying not a word isn't everything else just so absurd

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

Msg: 416 (view)

Pull up a chair Posted: 7/24/2009 9:56:32 AM
she looks at me with pain in her eyes as she unsuccessfully tries to rise as if even mattered there as if I would ever even care this woman so young beautiful, yet unsung tries each day to struggle on with legs so wooden less and less strong she fails to see the image of her I have in me she's running hard and kicking high mouth open, laughing at the sky so I take her in my arms carry her until she is calm she closes her eyes and hides in there for then she does not have a care the shingle on the beach crunches under my feet cold surf lapping to make it complete we talk now just above the wind its whistles by its song to sing I set her down on the ground spread the blanket all around place her carefully on its warmth she grabs my arm looks in my eye we both watch a little of the world go by I read to her for a while she sits so still, with subtle smile the wind, the world , the waves, and us we never tire of things to discuss we talk and talk, we know we must for if words stop what will become of us if we run out of things to say we would just lay there and start to play a pup runs up all waggy and glad shakes us wet and banishes bad we both laugh to see one so young so full of life four legs working with all their might I turn to her its time to go we both wrly smile as we both know strange how nice it can be on a pretty bad beach in the right company as we spy from afar the patient waiting of her car in her mirror I see her eyes the hand blown kiss to my wave goodbye I turn around and walk away this has been a very lovely day

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

Msg: 415 (view)

Pull up a chair Posted: 7/19/2009 4:30:33 PM
WR-1 we do think each others thoughts at times.. The man leans back thinking about another place another land, another face wonders if he will ever stare into eyes never there this electronic age in which we play is camelot made another way where word and thought, and written deed express an inner special need so across a chasm made in space two minds can can walk at the same pace side by side to share a smile having never covered a single mile so we pull the sword from the stone Merlin cries and hurries home this round table we all electronically share built not of stone, but simple care this is our circle poured in salt from within we shall exalt stand before a moonlit sky and let our words simply fly

druid59

Joined: 3/18/2008

Msg: 5762 (view)

First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 7/19/2009 8:56:27 AM
with eagle sense wisdom if we could look all around cast our eyes up as well as on ground If we could only swoop through air how graceful would be our movement there so glide and think upon this day as you come across others along the way

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