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 Findchris
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What a nice name for an early morning greeting, "AnotherAwakening".

Hello, Soft edge,
My letter is to you, so let's "catch up".
It's been awhile since we've talked
but it doesn't matter
we don't feel our friendship needs to be stalked.

I, too, am learning the meaning of "home",
My safe, sheltered, peaceful space,
Finding me and my thoughts
and it's a tranquil place.

You know I'm not great at
Putting words on paper or screen,
But just wanted you to know
I'm thinking of you on this morning scene.

I too was up at 5 and again at 6,
just feels good to roll over
and hear the gentle
clock ticks.

You never cease to amaze me
with how you can be so creative so early.
Come to think of it,
You're creativity is endless, I see.

Time is on your hear and soul
That is when you are at your Best!

Hope all is well with you kindred sister,
Our friendship is unique and never to blister.
Take Care,
 ~softEDGE~
Joined: 6/12/2005
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Posted: 9/23/2007 5:36:19 PM
always an honor and with appreciation
to visit your thread AD/AA
thank you for the laugh
but i really can't be thelma OR louise!
can't i please just be me?!
(it's the only person i could ever be!)

and oh by the way i have too many shoes
i don't need anymore
i just cleaned my closets
and was horrified
at just how many damn shoes
boots and clothes i have
even after donating so much
just yesterday
no i ain't kidding either

and just so you're clear
very very very clear on this...
whether you want them or not
we all know you have wings
so i guess you can go shopping
to get as many heels you desire
just make certain you won't find
any heels in men
(and no i don't mean men in heels! i hope you know what i mean)
 ~softEDGE~
Joined: 6/12/2005
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Posted: 9/23/2007 5:47:48 PM
and no, i didn't forget you, findchris!

so sweet to find your lines here
in alwaysdreaming's thread
for it's a really warm place
always inviting and with a sense of "home"

thank you sweetie, such nice things you write!
i too have lately missed you
why is it we are here in this city
even working so close
and never seem to find the time
to just pick up the damn phone?!

work is busy busy busy
i know for you and me
these mega monsters going up
each one seems more quickly
i hope your GC's folks aren't STILL
skipping floors the damn dorks
making work harder for you
feel free to call me any night please!

one last thing before i go
i certainly have no idea
what you mean by fibbing here
with lines like this:

You know I'm not great at
Putting words on paper or screen...

you must be forgetting
i know you better than many folks here
and you, you're modest yes
but as well you are always hiding
your bright and brilliant light
under a bushel for what i'll never
know or understand
but if anyone reads your past lines
the clarity will prove
you indeed, can too oh so eloquently shine
ryhme or not matters not to me
just know how happy you made me
leaving lines herein such a safe warm place
i too hope you take care
and that all is well with you and yours
i promise now ~ we'll catch up, and soon!
 ~softEDGE~
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Posted: 10/7/2007 1:02:58 PM
popping in to visit you
i need a lil respite too
from torment and strife
within our planes and frames
within my own tired soul too

i bring to you my simple self
tattered some so i sought shelter
to rest a bit regain some strength
here it's always warm and toasty
from your heart which shines and glows

no use in denying, i just know
i thank you for the cuppa tea
smiles breaking into laughter
my apologies for not stopping sooner
i just wanted you to know
today i'm thinking of you
my twin sister in heart and soul
hoping you're have a gentle time
treating yourself i hope, kind?
 Brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
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Posted: 10/9/2007 6:48:37 PM
candy

don't speak
you'll rue the day
when you drove
good things away
taste love
on your tongue
hold the sweet
till bitterness dissolves
rancor cools hot feet
and tenderness
holds sway

LS 9/30/07

Patchworking

AA, you always have the candy words...... Thanks for being such a sweetheart....
 ~softEDGE~
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Posted: 10/23/2007 12:02:09 PM
nods wholeheartedly
indeed
we need not
say a single solitary word
we each of us
just know

and in that knowing
i am beaming
ear to ear grin at work
i adore you sisters dear

we don't even need candles
we have each other's souls
to warm us and light up each other's faces
we need conjour no spirits
in any efforts to make ousrselves
feel somehow vilified
we have one another
and in each of you
i find special unique blessings
grateful to have each of you kindred
inside and beside my heart


imagine knowing where strength begins?

thank you sister dear; i think i know
it begins and resides in love
in compassion
in truths
in integrity
in friendship

i thank you beautiful sisters!
 genegem
Joined: 7/24/2007
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Posted: 10/25/2007 2:45:37 AM
Beautiful write Jules


Something of an angel...
a knight in silver armour...
clinging to our heart...
wanting love...to reach farther?
such a man...is one to hold!


Brought over from ...
Wishing on another star......And scenes from my real life
Posted: 10/20/2007 743 PM


To understand a woman
requires patience in a man
treat her with kindness - nothing underhand
she will give you signals to help you understand
as she reveals the beauty in the pages of her book
giving you oh so many reasons for a second look
hold her gently, with tenderness show her you care
take time to learn what's in her head and she will share
all of the beauty that resides deep within her heart
listening to her words between caresses always a good start
remember hugs are healing, so don't leave her reeling
or you may just find her darts flying across the ceiling
take the time, by the hand, lead her gently beneath night sky
in glowing mists of moonlight, sheltered by stars, time will fly
sweet memories will accumulate in gentle breezes that blow
as you find within shared hearts and minds all love is aglow
time is but a priceless gift, you can't own it, but you can use it
her love is a precious treasure she'll share if you don't abuse it
you can never own it, just share it, once lost it don't come back
spend time wisely taking time to know her, nothing will you lack
as she relaxes and unwinds, she will show you her heart and soul
nothing else in your lifetime upon this earth will make you this whole.
so treasure all the love she gives as you become lifetime friends
and lovers of the soulmate kind, so refined till time on earth ends
.
 genegem
Joined: 7/24/2007
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Posted: 10/25/2007 2:52:43 AM
Indeed softedge where would we be without those "special" friends ...



we don't even need candles
we have each other's souls
to warm us and light up each other's faces
we need conjour no spirits
in any efforts to make ousrselves
feel somehow vilified
we have one another


My world awakes
to a new sunrise
three double shakes
wipe sleep from eyes
shower and coffee to go
what will this day bring
dark, bright, just so-so
or a joyful song to sing
this day will be mine
not given to any other
it’s for me to make it shine
giving love to sister and brother
forget past painful recollections
step out with confidence
to face life’s new directions
this day is mine to do as I please
nobody can spoil it for me
I’ll wing it or swing it with ease
Being the best me that I can be
with friends I will laugh, chat and joke
throughout the day until sun goes down
cos I’m a sunshine guy, not a bad bloke
life is good … I wear a smile not a frown
so come join me for the sweetest ride
live each day as if it might be our last
climb that mountain, race down to the tide
make every minute count cos life goes fast
as sunsets drift through cold nights to dawn
and another new day begins … do it all again
living our days like each one of us is being reborn
in love with life … all gain, no pain, all sun, no rain ……………
 Brizo
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Posted: 11/4/2007 6:58:32 AM
AD...... Sounds like you've had a very rough week.....I'm sorry for your loss.....

gardening

the primal
assertation
of life
that
miraculously
rebirth
will
prevail

LS 11/04/07
 Brizo
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Posted: 11/15/2007 9:34:33 PM
the short list

your floor show
coming and going
that knowing smirk
two a day

I'm taking you down
mister
a pony ride
on my carousel

my wanton blood
itches, heated
rising towards
the danger zone

my pupils
two red airplanes
going down in flames

LS 11/15/07

Daily Poet
 Brizo
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Posted: 11/18/2007 8:59:47 AM
Dreaming.......if only I weren't writing from memory.... I haven't had my head turned in so, so long.....I could use some whiplash about right now....

back to the garden

eden is burning
our innocence kidnapped and bound
on the express train
hurtling to the future
the song of the air
is discordant and melancholy
but we could travel on a dream
of love, hope and strength
how many times
can we drown our optimism?
sooner or later
we have to listen
to our consciousness
to the brightness within
to slow down our frantic pace
and be grateful for the here
and now

another composed for Daily Poet, I like the challenge of trying to use all the words.....
 Brizo
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Posted: 12/9/2007 7:10:13 PM
as lonely oyster without pearls
the silky seaweed round me twirls
I nestle plump an invitation
to grains of sand for permutation
nature should get on with it
for pearls are only made of grit

12/07/07

for some reason, thought you might like this, A.......
 Brizo
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Posted: 12/15/2007 12:26:57 PM
hi cutie...loving your new pic...

hiding

good intentions
paving
a meandering path
falling short
where they lie
fallow
like fingers
suddenly still
on the keyboard
the dial pad
I forced myself
to care
through diffidence
to be......unmet
yawning silence
speaking volumes

LS 12/13/07

DAily Poet...hmm,...somewhere else....?
 woobytoodsday
Joined: 12/13/2006
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Posted: 12/23/2007 2:33:56 AM
Blessings on your new year, luv!


 Brizo
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Posted: 12/23/2007 9:39:23 PM
even though
you don't have snow
hang tinsel
on a palm tree
and ho, ho, ho....

Happiest of Holiday seasons to you and yours, AD......
 Brizo
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Posted: 1/30/2008 10:16:33 PM
doodle bug

how is it
that your
submission
the limpness
of your body
and rabbit round
eyes
so paradox
to your swaggering
cockiness
last moment
instills in me
such mercy
ah, cat!
I suspect
I am still
your puppet

LS 01/31/08
 ~softEDGE~
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Posted: 2/1/2008 11:53:00 AM
can you forgive me sister
for calling you by the wrong name
consumed with sheer tiredness
makes no difference of the excuse
but so wanting to let you know
your heart touches many so

physical therapy 3x a week means
sometimes i'm in even more pain
than whence i went through the door to go in
others leaves me smiling wide
cheek to cheek (not those cheeks)
almost in ethereal glow
i know you know what i mean
because it's like alice and that ole rabbit hole
falling falling swirling and away we go again
on another adventure as it begins
strap your seatbelt on and hang on tight

when, not if; i ramble or rumble
when i falter, crumble or stumble
yes you can even roll your eyes
if i spoke another language
or if i was blind/deaf/dumber
she'd still be as kind i believe
i hope i'm not the only one
to feel strength of this bond even though
i rarely anymore write/read/come
here it's so sweet to always know
we all have a place to come to
a comfy place for her 'n him
you 'n me, or us 'n them

made herein by one woman's dream
with her heart and wit and strength
softness and laughter wrought all from one
always dreaming made us a place you see
where luckily shelter felt here is free
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
 Brizo
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Posted: 2/8/2008 9:09:23 PM
I could send you diamonds
or I could send you smiles
I could let you bite my neck
with all your vampire wiles

your egg may soon be hatching
your garden full of plants
but what I wish for you, dear friend
is genuine romance
lots and lots of chocolate
and fire in your pants.....

Happy birthday, A
 PosterChild4Ugly
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Past Wrapped©
Posted: 2/20/2008 6:39:13 PM
It was sweet, while it lasted,
Memories sing ‘cross my mind
Tho’ it was brief …
Oh my! How it shined.

Springtime was blessed
With newness of love
The touch of your hand
Gave my heart a shove ...

To days that came after
And endlessly seemed
To be all I’d looked for …
For all I had dreamed

Then … suddenly was over
With you there no more
I wanted it to be
Just like before

Now I sit wrapped
In those days of joy
A lonely old man
Who once was a boy.
 PosterChild4Ugly
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Who Knows©
Posted: 2/20/2008 7:00:08 PM
There‘s Life before us:
See its’ ebb and flow
Showing us those things
We’d otherwise never know

But you … you say you know me
Oh my! T’is naïve you are
There are things you must learn
Outside of your boudoir

While passion is a cornerstone
And loving is a need
Oh my dear, there’s other things
In your life to heed.

Watch a simple sunrise,
And then a falling star
See a leaf fall from a tree
They’re part of Life’s bazaar

Until we can embrace
All Life’s ebbs and flows
Our lives remain replete
We’re not the one who knows.
 PosterChild4Ugly
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Visitation©
Posted: 2/21/2008 12:12:01 PM
Oh, I know she owns me,
That fact I do admit
And I can’t wait to greet her
While her memory’s in transit

Quietly does she linger there
In elegance and grace
With un-attainability
On her exquisitely chiseled face

Time was when she and I
Were inseparable as one
Due to fate and circumstance
Our union became undone.

Now sands of the hourglass
Sift slowly then are mute
As memories of the past
They silently dilute

And anxiously do I wait
For recollections from our past
When once again, through memory
She visits me at last.
 PosterChild4Ugly
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Wake and Change©
Posted: 2/22/2008 8:55:24 PM
What’s that I see in me wake I’ve left behind?
‘T is mere flotsam, an’ I’ll be payin’ it no mind.
No, laddie, ‘t is more me thinks – look again, and hard
Stop now, and analyze that which you discard …

I see there a wife … no, … two … or maybe it be three!
My goodness, laddie boy, with none could you agree?
And there I see be bottles, once were filled with wine
Looks as if to their content ye builded ye a shrine

And there be much of cursing and much profanity
Wallowing there in ye wake upon Life’s stormy sea
Smoke filled rooms of decadence and gamblers I see
Ye wages flowed like wine in betting activity

‘T is wasted Life laying here in ye worthless wake
And no redemption do I see, and n’ery a keepsake
But from this point, and forward, with ye sail set true
Ye remaining journey’s wake can bring comfort unto you

All females ye encounter … ye treat respectfully
Gamblin’; cursing; drinkin’ you’ll push away from thee
Self respect will be ye gain, and respect from others, too
Just some simple life changes will bring this all to you.

In ye Life must be a change, but I’ll no show you how
Only ye can change those things – the things you’re doing now
Then at ye journeys’ end, when ye look back at ye wake
Say: ‘T is been good, for me … and for all of me namesake.
 PosterChild4Ugly
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Makes Sense©
Posted: 2/23/2008 6:16:33 AM
Spring, (‘tween alternates of rain and sun),
Explodes with color everywhere, but not to be outdone
Summer rides along behind pushing Spring to maturity
And prepares the way for Fall, when we can stop and see
Indian Summer there, and it’s autumn color flows
T’ward the years’ ending months, and all of Winter’s woes.

And next year when these seasons all repeat
As new life appears, others meet delete
In pushing of the winds, and shifting of the sands
Posterity is handed off to the next new pair of hands
And you and I will be there, one year sometime hence
And pass the record of our lives – it’s why it all makes sense.
 PosterChild4Ugly
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Makes Sense©
Posted: 2/23/2008 6:17:31 AM
Spring, (‘tween alternates of rain and sun),
Explodes with color everywhere, but not to be outdone
Summer rides along behind pushing Spring to maturity
And prepares the way for Fall, when we can stop and see
Indian Summer there, and it’s autumn color flows
T’ward the years’ ending months, and all of Winter’s woes.

And next year when these seasons all repeat
As new life appears, others meet delete
In pushing of the winds, and shifting of the sands
Posterity is handed off to the next new pair of hands
And you and I will be there, one year sometime hence
And pass the record of our lives – it’s why it all makes sense.
 PosterChild4Ugly
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The Trunk©
Posted: 2/25/2008 2:45:54 PM
The attic trunk, dirty, and oh so old
Had survived the many years untold
Sitting there amidst the quiet dust
The hasp and hinges brown with rust

In the young girls’ mind she was compelled
To see what it was the old trunk held
Her desire to glimpse into the past
Met with screeching protest from the hasp

Slowly, as the trunk lid opened wide,
The young girl could at last peer inside.
There before her, in disarray
Was her family’s history dossier

First her eyes, and then her hand
Touched that history’s wonderland:
A wedding dress; A photograph;
Were in themselves an epitaph

Of lives that lived so long ago
Placed in the trunk for her to know
That there were those preceding her
Whose life stories they did transfer

To her eyes, and mind and hand
To help the young girl understand
That life goes on, and what she thought “new”
Were really old and now in her view.

Within the yellowed wedding dress
Had been a woman of marriage blessed
No doubt joyous on her wedding day
But … who it was, who can say?

As the young girl looked into the depth
Where the history had so long slept
She learned of dates and names and more
The pieces of her own folklore.

She found some letters, tied in blue;
Military medals she found there too;
And a pillowcase, in pink crochet:
But, whose head had upon it lay?

Her thoughts were lost in fantasy
Of who they were … who could it be
That years before in reality
Had left these things for her to see.

Her thoughts envisioned hair of gold
And other attributes her mind cajoled:
Were eyes of brown … or were they blue?
Or perhaps of totally different hue?

With the military medals in her hand
Was invented a soldier in a foreign land
And while there thinking she did yield
Mental images of a battlefield

A photograph revealed a faded face
The image seemed so out of place
The person she did not recognize
And felt the need to apologize

For these persons had been alive
But all that’s left was this archive
Within this old and dusty trunk
Their lives condensed and to this shrunk

Tears appeared on her young cheeks
As she gazed down at the old antiques
There before her was the legacy
Left by them for posterity.

For some time she sat to ponder
And her thoughts of them grew fonder
The lives they lived she did perceive
Until at last, it was time to leave

By her hand the Trunk lid closed,
So grateful, for it had exposed:
A glimpse of her ancestral life
And of their living joys and strife.

And that was a hundred years ago
(Well, maybe not, but it feels so),
Maybe our ancestors will one day see
At a point in time – there was you … and me.
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