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|(((Rosie))), sorry for your loss. |
Posted: 6/18/2010 9:20:58 PM
|sorry for your loss rosie dearest...|
just remember whenever she is looking down, she prolly doesn't want to see you crying..
afterall she's hanging wit Elvis.. I would like to think it's a much better place
huggz and muah ...H
Posted: 6/21/2010 6:07:14 PM
|Far worse things could occupy the mind|
Than the masters of absurdity
Are we The Judean People's Front
Or The Peoples Front of Judea
Brings to mind Huey Long
Who when asked if fascism
Could ever overtake America replied
"Yes, but we will call it anti-fascism"
Now bring me a shrubbery
One that looks nice
And not too expensive
Posted: 6/21/2010 6:19:44 PM
|this evening I think of you and miss our e-mails |
Posted: 6/22/2010 7:25:10 AM
|Yes, with distance anything more than friends is highly unprobable~|
Yes, I shock and continue to awe. Im have many sides...
Posted: 6/22/2010 8:28:26 PM
|Careful gentle unsuppose|
Orchestra created chose
Cultivated thorn protect
Branch strong intellect
Rooted calm fertile
Beaming bush smile
Foliage green blossum
Contentment seen often
Rose unfolding petal
Fragrant strong mettle
Tis a garden seen chose
Gentle touch observe Rose.
|~*~awwwwwwwwwww Rosie ~|
Posted: 6/26/2010 6:06:57 PM
|~Sometimes she comes|
Sometimes she goes
Depends on the wind
or the Moon,
how she blows!
a Blessed Memory!
In your mind forever more
It is all in your heart
It's what lives in your mind
A painted memory
never dies, and it never
ever fades away! ~
xo :) hugs jules
Posted: 6/26/2010 9:31:30 PM
|In a child hood of terror|
Grandma showed us kids more than a path
To walk upon this earth
She was the smell of soil
When you bend down to plant a seed
She was the song of the birds
That gave us flight
She was as strong as the will of spring
To bring us into life
God bless you Rosie
Posted: 7/12/2010 6:24:12 PM
|A life of curses that dont want to bleed|
from the scorned at ease full of greed
contempt of the proud iniquity I see
writing their pages at a very high fee
not knowing or caring where love has gone
not even a thought as to what has gone wrong
too blind to see outside of their self
sits a loney heart empy upon a shelf.....
Posted: 7/13/2010 2:28:13 PM
|^^^ To add to yesterdays venting...|
I was 'interviewed on Ft. Bragg yesterday by a Lt. and another officer investigating the pepper spray incident. My daughter was also interviewed yesterday at a later time.
These guys are tough; its their life~ and thats all they seem to have.
Sad really. They made me feel like the criminal but I guess thats what they are trained to do. Its wrong they jeapordized the well being of the public, let alone on the fourth of July. In my case being disabled the officer that sprayed me fukced up big time and endagered me. ME~ my health~ and I get treated like a number.
Posted: 7/23/2010 8:19:05 AM
there's something in the waves
to grapple with
forces from the realm of gods
never to be taken on
I have rubber fins on my feet
mimicking the natives
perhaps hoping to blend in or
but I will always breathe air
yet I am drawn as a tide to the moon
as a tiny leatherback to the promise of life
as a seagull to a french fry
always back to the surf
and my heart will pound as it
like an expectant lover
checking his watch
I will raise my hand to shade my eyes
like Magellan or Ericson
with love and concern
and then I leave the world of air
again a small sea turtle
at once at home and afraid
kicking and panting out past the breakers
Posted: 7/23/2010 5:28:20 PM
|Sometimes causing a hollow maple|
To howl unearthly forlorn
One can’t always trust the wind
Which can also speak the truth
A seemingly endless
Yet inevitably finite
Series of choices
Bricks of reality
Headstones of fate
Posted: 7/23/2010 7:30:20 PM
|It's beautiful how our "past"|
lives inside our heart, soul, and mind....
revisited upon our single thoughts,
never truly dying,
only living as they once were
and forever will remain...
It's beautiful how our "present" lives,
as our reality,
only waiting to die,
to be reborn again.
remembered as such...
a forgotten immortal god,
that once reigned,
as a spirit of the lost.!"
It's beautiful how our "future" is now of the making,
where dreams, aspirations, and goals lay dormant..
waiting for their birth
when their moment arises
finally bringing them alive,
only to become part of our "beautiful" past,
"only a tomorrow away!"......
Posted: 7/25/2010 9:16:59 AM
|Three centuries after the first white man|
Made camp where two rivers meet
Under a full moon
On a perfect summer night
At foot of the Laurentians
To hear a guitar gently weep
Familiar refrains across the Quebec border
As a voice asked, “Do you feel the way I do”
And the multitude replied
“I want you to show me the way.”
Albeit without the hair
Frampton’s still alive
And man he can still play guitar
Posted: 8/2/2010 6:47:38 AM
|No longer shed,|
No longer shed,
No longer shed
Posted: 8/2/2010 10:51:33 AM
|just read this, Rose....and thought you'd appreciate it too.....love you :)|
Epitaph - Merrit Malloy
When I die
Give what’s left of me away
And old men that wait to die.
And if you need to cry,
Cry for your brother
Walking the street beside you.
And when you need me,
Put your arms
And give them
What you need to give to me.
I want to leave you something,
Look for me
In the people I’ve known
And if you cannot give me away,
At least let me live on your eyes
And not on your mind.
You can love me most
Hands touch hands,
Bodies touch bodies,
And by letting go
That need to be free.
Love doesn’t die,
So, when all that’s left of me
Give me away.
Posted: 8/13/2010 11:30:02 AM
|a daisy by any other name|
simply could not be the same
a minpin is mine she loves me not
when I come home she barks, a lot!
I know my place in the pecking order
she owns the place, I am just a boarder
to get between her and my significant other
like tearing a babe from the arms of its mother
and if the triumvirate isn't working out right
tis I who will be put outside for the night
Love ya, Rosie. Are you still making it to the desert on occasion?
Posted: 8/15/2010 10:54:14 AM
|just checking to see if you broke the forum, Rosie..|
I've done that a couple of times.
dang near 12 hours since there's been a post in the poetry threads..
testing.. 1 2 3..
your word is "enlightenment", darlin..
Posted: 8/15/2010 2:58:12 PM
|Okay... I'm gonna cheat|
and pretend to be enlightened
when quite frankly
I need to call my damn sister
and see if she has a problem
with the Ha-beeb I'm bringing home with me for the reunion
I invited him already
I hope she says yes...
I'm sure she will :)
no ****ingn enlightenment here Brawny... let me smoke one and get back with ya.
Posted: 8/15/2010 9:26:22 PM
no ****ingn enlightenment here Brawny... let me smoke one and get back with ya.
How's that working out for you, anyway?
Posted: 8/15/2010 9:41:11 PM
|As the dog barks, so the world turns|
As the flame starts, so the joy burns
Take what you will, sip from the jar
But, ...'ware the limits of who you are
Posted: 8/16/2010 9:17:27 AM
|Not suddenly |
But rather by small increments
Yet right before my very eyes
Watched him come undone
Turn his back on reality
Surrender to the voices
Worse than the blind
leading the blind
Concern over his
Ought not to consume
One so ill equipped
To light the darkness
Posted: 8/16/2010 10:13:43 AM
|sorry again, Rosie..|
I couldn't help but jump in the physicists cash cab
no guts no glory
can I get away with a simple "me bad"?
Posted: 8/16/2010 3:17:00 PM
|evening rose, just releasing some random thoughts...stay thirsty friend:))|
rad radical random thoughts of regressed emotions
like when the river meets the ocean, wide
and the tides take you against your will
and still, you fight with all your courage
never discouraged, strive inward, weather the whether
or whatever the storm, even if the war is inside yourself
cause you were born, with a purpose-filled purpose,
whatever the circumstance be told, stand firm, be bold,
and never let yourself get too controlled,
where you cant see the other side,
Posted: 8/16/2010 3:54:48 PM
|Controlled , NOT!|
If ever I felt someone pullin my pigtails
Yankin my rope that I hold by myside!
Jerkin' my chain , while it hung on my belt!
Disgustin my heart, the one i make so plain!
He must be an Asszzzhole , and probably vain!
I am finally floatin and enjoyin this RIDE!
My Friends are my Angels and they ride beside,
the girl that Forgot what she wanted the most!
The one that got LOST inside time and pain!
Her heart it has surfaced and She RUNS IN THE RAIN~!:)
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