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christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

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Regardless the sun rises once more Posted: 4/2/2009 11:16:10 AM
This is sad I asked once, “Why does it feel so right lying here beside you?” Hoping for love Wishing, imploring I looked him in the face drawing out the response He half closed his eyes and looked off “It’s just familiar”, he said And I turned away

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

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Are you strong enough to bleed ... and love Posted: 3/30/2009 7:16:08 AM
I dreamed of you today Buried in work I fell asleep in my chair And dreamt that you came and knelt beside me You took my hand to your lips And lightly kissed it I leaned forward And felt your whiskers and warm cheek on my face I opened my eyes But you were gone It was only a dream It was all just a dream

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 470 (view)

not terribly short but there is a river in it Posted: 3/30/2009 6:05:17 AM
this is a walk from last fall, the river is flooded right now and all my best trails are under water, so I'm dreaming of walking I went for the longest most lovely walk in the woods down by the river this morning I walked the dirt road through the high grass under the power lines Till it dissolved completely into the grass that surrounded it I worked out my emotional as well as physical kinks as I walked Thinking out loud Coming to grips with unresolved issues A lone in the wild flowers With only the annoying insects And a wonderful breeze I had a strong desire to lie down on the grassy road And look up through the power lines at the darkly cloudy sky over head But regretfully walked on I found a nitch between the river and the high grass And sat among the crayfish holes on the muddy bank Again the damp breeze found me And leaves fell And floated by on the surface of the water Autumn is so subtle in the south Like a kiss on the cheek It leaves you with the slightest tingle and the smallest smile Again I wrestled with my thoughts And found myself… Well my butt fell asleep So I got up and not wanting to leave walked toward the woods I walk in and I am enchanted Through my eyes the muddy jungle is a fairy like woodland I climb down the tangle of a tree's exposed roots To a thin stretch of sandy shore below And once again I'm seated at the water's edge My mind drifts off with the current through branches and around stumps A fisherman awakens me as he slows down to pass by In proper river etiquette he asked how I'm doing and if I'm fishing today I tell him, "no, just sitting" and ask if he's caught anything The conversation lasts as long as it takes for his boat to float past me My daydream is broken so I climb up to leave But am captured by the sound of a wild turkey Happily hypnotized I turn and walk deeper into the woods Tip toeing over leaf debris Gingerly stepping over branches I laugh at myself I'm having fun I walk on and on Deeper and deeper Following hog trails and dry swamp beds Enamored by mushrooms, cypress trees, autumn leaves, burrows of small animals I almost miss the deer Who looks at me and snorts with disgusts Then throwing his white tale up at me trots off Its time for me to go home So I head for the edge of the woods Where without a trail it is nearly impenetrable In the middle of the woods very little light gets through So the forest floor is open and spacious But at the edge the sun reaches in and grows up a wall of grass, bushes, vines Spiders also make their webs at the edge I am stupidly determined to get through it A fat bellied spider scurries out of my way I am being so careful not to break a single branch or move a single leaf But One spider web in the face later And I have left a clear path of destruction behind me But I am out I head for home To eat a bacon tomato sandwich And write all these thoughts down Before the only thing left from my morning walk Is the sent of mud and the fear that a spider is still in my hair

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 122 (view)

girl who wants to take it slow! Posted: 1/20/2009 5:01:54 PM
Wow Some of ya’ll have serious issues No wonder you’re single Sorry couldn’t resist But seriously all this bitterness and resentment toward the opposite sex isn’t healthy Not all people of the opposite sex are out to get you And honestly any time I got myself played, lied to Honestly, I knew that the fella was like that but I chose to risk it anyway cause sometimes we all do stupid things so stop whining and blaming others for your past mistakes and hey, OP its been 6 days give us an update did you dump her or slow down?????

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 102 (view)

his needs vs her needs Posted: 1/19/2009 4:58:46 PM
You know, no matter how much we argue this point back and forth And we have all been dragged through the mud And I’m sure we’ve all done our share of dragging too When it comes to that special person The man or woman who just lights you up If they say go slow we’ll go slow if they say go fast we’ll go fast Cause they will mean that much to us And if we get our heart stomped Well sometimes just being with them for a little while It’s worth it

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

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girl who wants to take it slow! Posted: 1/19/2009 1:12:15 PM
You know we could turn this around Cause I’ve had a lot of fellas After one or two dates planning out our life together what’s that all about makes me feel caged some people are like that they’re so ready for a relationship or sex or whatever they want that they forget that it takes two baby two people who both want it two people who feel the same way not one trying to manipulate the other

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

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Are you strong enough to bleed ... and love Posted: 1/18/2009 7:57:51 PM
hope you don't mind me cutting in on your thread I promise to stay on topic I have loved several men And been loved But never been truly loved Never been kept Never wanted to keep But I remember them all I’ve been bleeding for years I’m an emotional cutter I think of him from time to time I see his eyes before me Blue His smile He is glad to see me His questioning look Do you love me Will you hurt me I can’t remember his laugh But I remember his voice His quick wit His smart azz answers I can’t remember his touch But I remember his kiss Fevered and Fumbling Then Wet and Powerful Sliding down my neck Oh baby, I think of him from time to time And my toes curl up

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 761 (view)

Are you strong enough to bleed ... and love Posted: 1/18/2009 6:34:19 PM
that was beautiful nothin2it and sad

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 759 (view)

Are you strong enough to bleed ... and love Posted: 1/18/2009 4:57:44 PM
When I call out to you I don't mean to bring you to me I don't mean to say I want you I don't mean to hurt you I mean to tell you "I forgive you" you can't keep me I'm like a bird on a branch See me stretch my wing Soon it will be healed Soon I will fly You cannot keep me

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 460 (view)

shorter poemish kinda thing Posted: 1/17/2009 5:44:57 PM
hey river dude, good to .... see ya thanks for having a place I can hang my hat for a mintue and post a thought or two so hows the ice fishing

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 458 (view)

shorter poemish kinda thing Posted: 1/17/2009 7:31:11 AM
Here’s another oldie but goody, this is from this past summer, I’m having warm weather thoughts on this freezing cold morning, this southern girl wasn’t made for such temperatures So I'm out on the water, it's early in the morning And I see this thing So I paddle over real quiet, It's wiggling on the surface and it's big As I get closer it's scaly Now I'm a little concerned But I keep paddling quietly till I'm right up beside it It's the biggest fish I've ever seen on this lake, about three feet long and fat as my thigh Is it dead, caught in a trap or something I dribble water on its back with my paddle And it takes off It must have been asleep Weird I also saw a long brown snake slithering its way across the surface So I paddled over toward it But it stopped And looked at me as if to say Don't So I paddled away When a snake talks, you listen Or take a shovel to its head, I didn't have a shovel Saw some birds, or they saw me and flew away I think they were Osprey, all white on the belly; I need to look them up Went swimming, at the other end of the lake The water was warm, almost as warm as pee But not, it was shallow, I walked on deserted beaches So I'm walking all alone on this deserted beach wearing my old lady bathing suit, a giant straw hat and comfortable water shoes when I suddenly stop and say, "When in the world did I turn into my mom, my grandma and my great grandma before me?" In the words of a cartoon character I detest, "this is them, this is so them" I found a shady tree, hanging over a small beach beside the water, Pulled my kayak way, way, way up Used my life jacket as a cushion Found the food, water, book, and art-journal And fell asleep Am I too old for this stuff? I hope not It's all I know

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 457 (view)

short ???? poem ?????? Posted: 1/17/2009 7:13:28 AM
This is an old adventure that i enjoy re-reading, hope you do to In desperate need of intervention and feeling I had no where else to turn (Hi, My name is Brenda and I am a bad relationship junky.) I ran to the woods to meditate on the sunset and ward off evil spirits. (I actually looked up the phone number and address of an old fling! Why? Because I'm a sick puppy!) I missed the sunset but walked the dirt road in the dimming light anyway. We've had several hard rains so the swamps are full and puddles try to stretch across the roads. At the end of the road is a gate with four NO TRESSPASSING signs hung on it. The river is just past the gate. I cannot see the river but I can hear it. It calls to me. Like a lover that I have not yet married I desire it anyway. Foolishly and excitedly I climb over the gate. Once over I follow the sound down a dark lane. An owl screams that it's awake. Coyotes howl and whine like small dogs tangled in barbed wire. The river is high. I stare at it. Something swims quickly downstream. I cannot see what it is. The moonlight reflecting off the surface of the water dilates my eyes. For a minute, when I turn back toward the lane, I cannot see. I'm back over the gate and night has settled. The road through the swamp, usually enchanting has become ominous. An animal jumps in the water as I approach. I smile but my pace hastens a little. The water on either side of me is dark and moving. All of a sudden, way too large of a splash to my right sends my heart racing. My chest aches and my arm tingles. I am walking as fast as flip flops allow. Finally I am off the swamp road and back on solider ground. My heart slows. I relax. A brown mouse skitters by my feet. The owl screams. The coyotes whine. By the time I reach the car I am using my cell phone to see and the frogs and crickets are deafening. Cushioned seats, air conditioning and headlights! If I had had the foresight to bring a cold water bottle it would be perfect. Why did I come out here tonight anyway?

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 126 (view)

Define Love at this stage Posted: 1/15/2009 7:30:33 PM
treselle darling your stepping on my bitter old toes how many cynics can one thread take however it did occur to me that all of us are only describing love based on our own experiences, like the four blind guys describing the elephant, do any of us have a complete picture, is that reserved for the happily married only if we did have a complete understanding would we still be single or would it be like a free get out of jail card

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

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Define Love at this stage Posted: 1/14/2009 2:57:23 AM
i like that red hardest to define even harder to find

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 117 (view)

Define Love at this stage Posted: 1/13/2009 5:03:55 PM
how bout "I'm so sorry, I love you, take me back, please oh please, I'm sorry" love means never having to say you're sorry not right? darn it, I knew I should have finished those codependent classes

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 58 (view)

you can always find me on a country road Posted: 1/12/2009 6:45:21 PM
Oh baby You found my happy spot Literally Old dirt roads and creeks under the bridge This is where I do my thinking My wishing My dreaming My relaxing Nothing deep or mighty or wise Just observing nature Simple, free, and content Here are a few odd selections from an old journal ______________________________________________________ It's been a long time Since I walked the path under the bridge by the creek So this morning I bundled in clothing that could stand being muddy And ventured in Within minutes I was absorbed by the silt covered foliage. All the rains had caused the streams, Creeks And even the river To overflow its banks in places The landscape was changed. Nature wasn't the only change agent at work though. People had left their mark too. Tire tracks, Ruts, Grooves Scared the ground in places I don't' know who Tommy and Markay are But their love will "endure through eternity". I don't know about their love But their vocabulary was impressive. I leaned against a familiar tree to eat a few crackers (Proactively monitoring blood sugar, growing older sucks) When a beaver or otter Waddled from the dried grass into the water on the other shore I still can't tell the difference. What ever it was, It wasn't interested in entertaining me So I guess that means it wasn't an otter. Walking in the woods brings out the caveman in me. I was fantasizing about roasting meat; Sausage, Bacon, Potatoes and onions, So I headed for the Waffle House (I should invest in that place). Clanging and banging dishes Hollering "Scattered, smothered and capped" "Who's washing dishes?" "I need bacon" "Me too" I want to holler out. Cholesterol is good for the soul. _________________________________________________ I took a short hike the other day Only a couple miles at most And was much disappointed Not enough boggy swamp And not a long enough walk. I really need to rethink my criteria for a good hike I did walk up on Or was walked up on By a huge deer I've never seen one so big. It had either six or eight points. I really couldn't count them Because I was too obsessed by their possible sharpness And just how close he was to me But, God is good, I was wearing my lucky sweatshirt (have I told you this before) So he couldn't see me. I was cloaked like a Klingon cruiser (Treky alert). It was really weird because he kept looking right at me As if he knew something was there (I was standing in plane sight in the middle of the road, Cloaking devise activated- God is good) But then he would go right back to eating Only to look up again after a minute or two I think I creeped him out. Saw a couple otters, Those guys aren't too bright, My cloaking devise was activated They were so sure that something was there They were so curious That they almost came right up to me If I could make duplicates of this shirt I could sell it and make millions. __________________________________________________ Went down to the river this morning, There was ice on the grass and leaves, But the sun was shining I could hear the drops falling as it melted The same puddle under the bridge was crisscrossed with ice I walked on Absorbed in the happy observation of wetlands that had all filled back up And in tracks, The tiniest set led up to the edge of a puddle When suddenly a crashing of branches and the belly flopping splash of something big leaping into the swamp I could hear it swim away but I couldn't see it, Probably a deer or large boar, I looked down at myself, I wasn't wearing my lucky sweatshirt, Dog gone it! Small Sounds An unfinished thought... The tiny sound of wings beating in fright, Of dew dripping that froze in the night,

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 106 (view)

Define Love at this stage Posted: 1/12/2009 5:29:49 PM
darling you hit the nail on the head if I could be exactly who i am and be loved uncondtionaly for it and if i could love someone for exactly who they are and love them unconditionaly for it that would be.... hmmmmm nope no, I don't believe that is stastically or physically possible

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 747 (view)

confessions of an emotional cutter Posted: 1/12/2009 5:11:22 AM
I can write about the physical The touch The smell The exclamations uttered And I smile as I think of it even now It’s the emotions that I have hidden away The pain of loosing His hand slips from mine so easily It’s like a dream A nightmare I want to grab hold Never let go But he is like the wind Nothing I do matters I want to scream Nothing will come out I can’t move I am cemented in place Watching as he walks farther and farther away It’s the emotions that I have hidden away Of letting go Of seeing it in his eyes The surprise The hurt Then the hatred Like I’m all that holds on to him as he dangles over a bottomless pit And then I let go I let go I replay it in my mind I let go I still see his eyes I’d rather write about the happy moments The knowing smile The mischief The shared laugh As my son says, "Why do that to yourself, it only makes you sad"

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 102 (view)

Define Love at this stage Posted: 1/12/2009 3:36:58 AM
Rusty and rob ya’ll are both right It’s the age that makes you lower your standards I have one child out of the nest and the other perched on the rim The house that I thought was so small is about to become huge It freaks me out And in my hysteria I look backward at the men I’ve already said no to And rethink the answer Can I put up with one of them The evil I already know Or can I handle being all alone I have hobbies and crap out the wahzoo but its not the same As I said It freaks me out so what is love love is the santa clause of teenagers and young adults

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

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Define Love at this stage Posted: 1/11/2009 2:34:43 PM
you're having cynical thoughts because like the rest of us you don't beleive in it any more love isn't romance and giggles love is hard work and putting up with stuff you don't want to

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 739 (view)

Are you strong enough to grow Posted: 1/7/2009 3:06:26 PM
dang boy can you say that stuff on here

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 735 (view)

an attempt at peering in to the darkness Posted: 1/6/2009 3:37:25 AM
He was a gluten of a type Of food, oh yes of food Greek Japanese Oysters on the half shell Fondue And the deserts oh the deserts Decadent, chocolate, caramel, cream Taste this one You gotta try this Come on just one bite And for things Expensive things Cars Lexus, of course Blackberry Of watches, I think he had seven The cheapest costing about 350 He liked to wear one for each mood I guess I was a mood A weekend away from town mood The cabin on the river We spent a whole night laughing in bed, Just laughing in bed He even got in a boat for me A little row boat On a lake I laughed so hard To see him struggle to paddle And knew it was the sweetest thing that he could have done Just for me But he was a gluten for things And I was a thing Of which he had many

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 438 (view)

see ya around Posted: 1/4/2009 6:53:22 PM
I've had some fun hanging out here writing lines and reading them too met some really nice people and read some great poems my holiday break is at an end I spent my time wisely on the river with my family on some trails with some friends and even on the couch a time or two but tomorrow I go back to work I'm out of poetry out of words I'd say I'll still be here but the truth is once I'm back in the classroom little else gets my attention so thank you all so much its been a lot of fun I'll try to drop a line or two but by the time I do you'll have forgotten who I was

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 732 (view)

Are You Strong Enough to Bleed ..... and Love Posted: 1/4/2009 6:40:28 PM
I'm half way inspired to write of my own darkness but then I remember my son saying, "why, it only makes you sad to dwell on it" I'm halfway inspired but darkness never spoken of is darkness not released you are a hostage, used to the cage hmmm yeah I'm halfway inspired

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

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Are You Strong Enough to Bleed ..... and Love Posted: 1/3/2009 9:25:03 PM
this is another perfect example of why i like your poems you seem to be able to look right into the darkness and then tell us what you see how do you do that when i look into the darkness all I do is shudder

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 728 (view)

Are You Strong Enough to Bleed ..... and Love Posted: 1/2/2009 9:32:30 PM
Unless your profile is wrong You’re only forty one That’s not old That perfect You’re a man A little salt and pepper here and there You’re seasoned with experience A few creases at the corner of the eyes Its part of the charm when you smile Shoulders that have filled out broad and strong And wrap around me so perfectly You’re a man, Not a young man, Not a boy, A man And there’s nothing sexier than a man Let me catch that drool

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 725 (view)

Are You Strong Enough to Bleed ..... and Love Posted: 1/2/2009 2:53:38 PM
darlin that was just beautiful they're all beautiful thanks for sharing your heart and displaying it so openly gosh your words.... I bet you get lots of chicks with this stuff

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

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Weekly Title Competition: I am a Traveller Posted: 1/2/2009 7:36:00 AM
Did you notice how easily we all wrote of hope? But of fear Oh fear We write not a note Of fear Oh fear I shudder as I type Be honest Dig deep Cut through all the hype What frightens you most? Isn’t shadows or darkness or even a ghost What frightens me? What makes me draw back? What makes me shrivel And want to attack? It’s the breath before the words That quickens my heart That breath you take in before you start To tell me my fate You love me You hate me You found another mate I fear this is too juvenile I'll try to write another but it'll take me awhile cause fear is subject I don't like to discuss like roaches ear wax and woozy puss

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 434 (view)

I am Talking Tina and I Want To Kill You... Posted: 1/2/2009 6:56:14 AM
thanks rose I really appreciate all words of encouragment on my writing I'd love to do something with but what its just a pile of personal thoughts I guess I'm a writer in training maybe someday I'll be the grandma moses of poetry that would be cool

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 433 (view)

I am Talking Tina and I Want To Kill You... Posted: 1/2/2009 6:48:43 AM
dito on the talking tina rose made me turn all my dolls to the wall before i closed my eyes at night and you are absolutly right about river he can write sometimes you run out of words to say so you get out and live while then suddenly you want to express what you just did or how it made you feel I'd say he'll be back but I hope that he doesn't I hope that he finds someone so special, so loving and kind that he doesn't need this site at all and we don't even cross his mind I hope that for all of us myself included

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 429 (view)

I am Talking Tina and I Want To Kill You... Posted: 1/1/2009 9:54:54 PM
if the author goes away can the posters still play

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 59 (view)

Weekly Title Competition: I am a Traveller Posted: 1/1/2009 6:31:11 PM
fear hmmmmm any particular style?

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 426 (view)

Time away spent with family Posted: 1/1/2009 8:50:48 AM
back and forth back and forth Bahahahahahahahah I meant to say left side, right side left side, right side someone's having a Freudian morning sigh ah well back to work grocery shopping to do and Christmas decorations to take down

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 424 (view)

Time away spent with family Posted: 1/1/2009 6:32:40 AM
thanks I appreciate that I just try to make you feel like I did when I experienced it

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 422 (view)

Time away spent with family Posted: 1/1/2009 5:39:36 AM
Went to the river yesterday Wanted to spend the last day of the year doing something I love Hoisted the kayak on the roof of the car And headed up the road Radio screaming And me howling right along I went to Juliet A town filled with memories of the past year I pushed myself into a wetsuit and water boots I fit in my kayak like a pair of worn out jeans Ragged and tattered but comfortable Shove off with my hand against the rocky bottom The water is icy The wind is biting Small craft advisory today The river grabs hold and turns me around and around I face into the wind, heading up stream Dig deep with my strokes A strong, deep rhythm Stroke Stroke Back and forth Back and forth I pick up speed I’m like a knife forcing myself to cut through the elements Up my nose bounces Down it smacks on the water Splash and spray Like frozen confetti in my face Down I smack Splash and spray Stroke Stroke Back and forth Back and forth Down I smack Splash and spray Like a ride at the fair Laughter rips out of me To the island I head To lie on the sand in the sun Like lying in the arms of my lover Happy and content The year is done

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 56 (view)

Weekly Title Competition: I am a Traveller Posted: 1/1/2009 5:04:30 AM
Kev I think you're either gonna have to change the title or just go with this traveller thing forever, cause no one is reading the directions

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 418 (view)

re: open heart, mind at peace Posted: 12/29/2008 9:52:23 AM
just playing around I’m teacher on Christmas vacation, I’ve time on my hands and nothing to do, except write these poems and talk to all of you, so wait just awhile and I’ll be back at work, consider my time here somewhat of a perk or just hold your nose and pretend I’m not here soon I’ll be gone I’ll just disappear To much Dr Seuss Poems are not Just big pretty words They’re thoughts and phrases That travel in herds Like family or friends With the same basic roots Like cowboys, horse, big hats and boots I don’t write to impress the smartest of man But write so everyone Might understand That poetry is expression Of thoughts and sometimes deeds So I’m sewing the future With words used as seeds Did you forget I’m a teacher? And it’s not just a job It’s a way of thinking That separates you from the mob Of folks who are just Out to earn a quick buck To pay the loan On some big fancy truck Or those who write poems That bleed on the page To entice a crowd On whom they might rage Poems are our friends Not boring dull things They open our minds And then Give it wings Happy New Year

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 49 (view)

Weekly Title Competition: I am a Traveller Posted: 12/29/2008 7:51:31 AM
timetripper I like this last one you wrote its simple and hopeful

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 416 (view)

Pitbulls and Poodles Posted: 12/29/2008 7:20:48 AM
It’s not lame It’s sincere And that’s rare and beautiful Fishing guide That makes my mouth water If I had another life to live I’d be a river guide, Rent canoes and kayaks, Maybe a concession stand on the side On the Ocmulgee right above Juliet Dam I'd track through the shoals Yelling, “Stay off of the rocks” “Aim for the V” “Paddle hard” “River right” And when no one was looking I’d wade in waste deep Where the current is slow And the fish nibble your feet To float on my back Letting the current have me And stare up at the clouds Loving God for his creativity The river’s my heart, or at least a large piece of it

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

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Something for all of you to think over Posted: 12/28/2008 2:58:37 PM
Walstib69 I get it I got it Cold beer The little things God has to be in the little things Because it’s the little things that make day to day life so enjoyable And make the hard times bearable I did get it I fully admit That occasionally I am A prick and thanks

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

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Weekly Title Competition: I am a Traveller Posted: 12/27/2008 6:48:38 PM
here's one more, don't know if this one will count, I'm just playing Hope, I pray That I still Have enough to dream Of peace and Joy and Love And all The happiness These things can bring For without them I am Nothing

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

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Weekly Title Competition: I am a Traveller Posted: 12/27/2008 6:38:32 PM
Hope Childlike Make a wish Dreams still come true Hopefully for me And you Hope

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

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Something for all of you to think over Posted: 12/27/2008 6:20:36 PM
she may be 18 but maybe you need that young hopefullness, "faith like a child" to quote a book i know sincerely, every couple that I know who ended up married there was one person in that couple who decided that no matter what they weren't giving up I think it takes at least one person who won't give up to make the relationship work so you have to find someone that you're willing to do anything for to me that would be the same as a miracle

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 414 (view)

Eyes Can't See When the Heads So Full Posted: 12/27/2008 8:44:22 AM
correction river dude dood is my nick name for my son

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 413 (view)

Eyes Can't See When the Heads So Full Posted: 12/27/2008 8:24:20 AM
here's one just for you river dood :) Went to the river To sit quietly and watch for otters The fog hung in the air like a blanket Covering everything It made the morning feel like it went on forever The river was empty of people Just me and the fog I breathed it in in deep moist gulps It's been warm for several days in a row So the spiders have come back out Small webs like wads of cotton dripping with dew Strung across the dried grass and hung in the trees I sat and listened to the sound of water Watched as the water splashed and flowed around downed trees Listened to birds rustle in the piles of dried leaves Calmed and relaxed as the stress of the season ebbed out with each breath like the flow of the water around the bend No, I didn't see an otter

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 452 (view)

lost in thought and flight of fancy~ Posted: 12/27/2008 8:20:03 AM
you are welcome and thank you for having a site where i can read thoughts and occassionlay post some of my own isn't it amazing isn't it grand when your kids grow up when you know they can stand on their own two legs without taking your hand theirs no pride like a parent's pride when their child not just stands but is strong enough to help others stand too

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 449 (view)

lost in thought and flight of fancy~ Posted: 12/26/2008 7:15:42 PM
I wrote this a couple months ago hope you don't mind my sharing it here I opened my bedroom window and listened Listened to the rain outside Listened to the pat of each drop Listened and remembered Remembered the pat of rain on the camper I lived in for so long, like a refugee from my own finances Remembered the pat of rain on the tent on the side of the mountain, living out my own dream of hiking The Trail Listened and remembered Listened and was soothed Soothed by the familiar Soothed by the rain The pat of rain outside my window

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 409 (view)

Stoned to the Bone Posted: 12/26/2008 6:55:36 PM
wrote this a couple days ago I'm a teacher Tomorrow is the last day before Christmas break One of my students has been suspended I was tired of being told “No” Teachers deserve a good last day too As I’m driving home the church bells play “Oh soul, are you weary and troubled” “No light in the darkness you see” I sing along It’s an old favorite “There’s a light for a look at the Savior,” “And life more abundant and free!” I sing the next line as I watch a woman on the side of the road She stands beside a grocery cart piled high She is yelling and kicking But there is nothing there “Turn your eyes upon Jesus,” “Look full in His wonderful face,” I keep singing and keep watching “And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,” “In the light of His glory and grace.” I wonder at this struggle between hope and hopelessness Played out right here on the street I imagine angels Or a very pious old minister Ringing those bells As if the song itself could hold closed the gaits of hell Or at least remind a passer by that there is hope In Jesus, If only I’ll turn my eyes upon him

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 407 (view)

short poems Posted: 12/25/2008 9:37:40 AM
did I do something wrong I don't know did I do something wrong I guess so he'll cheat on you they all said I had to have done wrong cause he's with her instead but today is Christmas the sent of turkey is in the air wrapping paper is everywhere relatives are on their way joy and laughter fills the day today is Christmas my savior's birthday

christian_gal

Joined: 10/29/2008

Msg: 21 (view)

Christmas Gift Baskets from the Kitchen Posted: 12/24/2008 6:22:29 AM
you know junipermoon, if you know someoen who likes flavored coffee then vanilla sugar would make a great gift, I like to thematic gift baskets, its fun for me to put together nad fun for them to go through and find all the little treasures inside

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