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| | Mandrake's House by the FirePage 81 of 106 (66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71, 72, 73, 74, 75, 76, 77, 78, 79, 80, 81, 82, 83, 84, 85, 86, 87, 88, 89, 90, 91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100, 101, 102, 103, 104, 105, 106) |  You made me cry ...... | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/7/2009 6:48:53 AM | So you go to the store
And pick out a pot
A shrub, tree, or flower
Whatever they've got
Then you bring it home
Place it for all to see
Begin to make plans
Oh, the future you can see.
For you will prune it
And shape it,
Caress it with blades of steel.
You will water, weed and fertilize
Not thinking once about the way
The plant might feel.
For when nature is left alone
It suddenly creates
Plumes of orange smoke
Sticking up like daggers
Twisting into magnificent shapes
Because things are meant to start ugly
And weep awhile from the pressure
Of unbalanced limbs circling
On the edge of disaster
Then they will begin to break away
And the true beauty can be found
The twists and turns of Guya's domain
Casts threatening shadows upon the ground.
But, fear not, they are natural
No intervention do they need
We can't do what they do
We can't create the seed
Men try though
Lord, how they won't be still
Instead of observing from afar
They try to mold it to their will.
And she rebels
And conquers
Nearly each and every one.
You can't pick me up on a shelf
or attempt to make me conform...
I'm Just one of those creatures
Meant to be turned loose and bragged on... | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/7/2009 6:55:55 AM | Entry for June 06, 2009
The fog is so thick I can barely see
And only one vision comforts me
The thought of his arms encircling my waist
The thought of his charm
The thought of his taste
Pure as light penetrating the forest floor
Pure as souls searching for something a little more
Someone unafraid and unimpressed
Silence creates the need to regress...
Manipulate, understand
Feel the pulsing of my hand
Know I'm real and I won't ever stray
Knowing I exist should make your day
And I'd say it does
Whether or not you choose to admit
The satisfaction you receive
Just knowing some hopeless twit
Admires you and holds you high
Prays for blessings
From across the sky
Because we are far apart
But that doesn't change
The images flashing before me
Some comforting, some strange
Like the I Love Lucy license plate
Or the Artificial Peak Oil sign at my neighbor's house
Can be something as big as a Spanish love song
Or something so quiet not even a mouse
Would think to compare
That horse's mane to your hair
But this silly mouse does
And I really can't call it love...
but it is something
And to discredit my feelings
Would be a terrible thing.
I have so much to do
Before I'm "really ready"
But I will keep you in my mind
Those eyes that pierce steady
Into my fantasies
While driving or speaking
When I have to shake my head
And focus on whatever I was doing...
because of that strong jaw, thick lips
And alluring eyes that beckoned me
For my outspoken passion
And speedy response
I'm sure he thinks I'm crazy.
That's okay though
What's meant to be
Will be
Just had to let you really know
What your presence means to me. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/7/2009 10:30:38 AM | Sarah,
Someone has recently broken my heart. I was madly and deeply in love with her...hopelessly. It took me almost 4 years to admit it to myself but now look back and know it should have ended in the first 6 months. But when we love someone, I mean really love someone, we allow ourselves to adjust to their wants and needs and always hope our love for them will somehow allow them to fall as deeply in love with us as we did for them. Love makes us delusional. She dumped me to the curb more times then I can count, but I held out hope, I gave way to much understanding and belief in her. I stood by her until my heart just could not go through it again.
In reading your poem I felt what you felt in writing it. With a little editing and change of genders, these are the very words I'd say to her today. Just in hopes that someday she will see just how much I loved her. How unconditional it was. And how sincere I was and still am... even today as I have moved on and look elsewhere for someone that can feel the same depth and share love as it's mean to be. I'd just want her to know what love really is for some of us and how it was with me.
Thank you for this beautiful piece. I relate and can only say I wish I had the talent to have written it myself. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/7/2009 1:08:43 PM | Nicely put my friend^^^^ Nice to see you here.
Bringing this one home from "Food for Thought"
Feelings
Perusing the artifacts
in the dust covered box,
it's color has faded,
and there's rust on the locks.
Her mind races back
while a smile fills her heart,
remembering the times
they were never apart.
The pictures, the letters,
some trinkets of old,
and there, at the bottom,
her diary of gold!
She wiped off the dust,
as the journey began,
back through the pages
of her and her man.
Childhood sweethearts,
now twenty years past,
defying the naysayers
who said it won't last.
And there in the middle,
her first rose firmly pressed,
the tears started flowing
as she clutched to her breast.
It was then that she saw him,
standing in the door,
watching her tearfully,
as she sat on the floor.
Their eyes locked together,
as he moved to her side,
as he handed her a rose, saying
with Love, for my bride! | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/7/2009 1:29:15 PM | So lovely, these last few writes!
[tear drop]
Melancholy meanderings
slowly drip in reflexive puddles
gently sieved to remove sharp edeges
leaving only joyful respectives
and the pangs of what might have been... | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/7/2009 4:01:56 PM | Poem about Love: circa Jan 09
What is race?
How can such a thing be defined?
Geographic boundaries
Rivers and lakes
The way in which you pray...
Are we not all striving for the very same thing?
To love
honor, and obey??
And...
When the tinge of erotica bristles up my spine
For the thought of his brown skin penetrating mine
I scold myself for the pleasure I seek
Then reprimand my guilt
And realize I am weak.
It may not even exist
Oh, but what if it does?
Color will not matter
and now I see the error of my ways. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/7/2009 11:55:48 PM | Yes I dive into your virtuous light
each day with my first breath
prior to even opening my own eyes
as you would see them even closely
shuttered up in solitudinous inner melody
your eyes appear sheltered under the peaks
of brows that arch around
you are not close to being perfect at all
but I cannot take my eyes away from you
because you change every minute every second
and nothing is in focus only something else
and I have no way of enduring this
but will be just
to get by each day
no one can know perfection
they may only aspire to perfection
each day I aspire more to my vision
tru for you | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/8/2009 1:31:23 AM | I professed my love
He didn't care to listen
I knew much better
Still on the same mission
To master the challenges
And seek the final quest
To spit in the wind
And cry over the mess
And not be able to sleep
Not over him or any other
Just over the fact that I'm tired
Of being a single mother
And I want a little help
Perhaps some company
Someone secure enough
To put up with a crazy girl like me...
Who tries to catch the tornadoes on camera
Observes the mating of virtually any wild critter she can see...
Counts the tufts of moss on the highest hill
Is unafraid to just feel and be.
Too much for some
And the rest I don't want
Silly little spoiled girl
Stay away from that restaurant!!! | |
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| Black.
Posted: 6/8/2009 2:08:56 AM | Vices become verses
while old cars become hearses
and good luck turns to curses
with guns hidden in purses.
Her soul is on fire
with rage and desire
they called her a liar
and now the situation is dire.
She knows she should run --
her purse and her gun --
but something needs to be done
to put an end to the one
who put her in this place
who put scars on her face
and made her feel like a waste
of skin and of space.
She stops just to think
but throws up in the sink,
watches the water turn pink,
then mixes herself up a drink.
Soon her head becomes clear
and she wipes down a tear.
Her heart's without fear
as the time's drawing near....
As he gets up to stand
he sees the gun in her hand
and the look in her eye
-- she wants him to die.
He's just about to run
as she fires the gun.
He feels suddenly hot
and sees he's been shot
He touches the back of his head
to find bone, blood, and lead.
Failing to summon the breath to speak,
he blinks a few times as his knees become weak
He falls to the floor, landing flat on his back,
looking into her eyes for one last time before
every-
thing
turns... | |
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| The Fireside.
Posted: 6/8/2009 5:23:08 AM | Sarah....lovely writing! Hang onto your dreams.
Seazadream...thank you...and love your latest. So nice to see you again.
Trulio and Jesse....welcome to the Fireside, and thank you for some awesome writes. | |
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| The Fireside.
Posted: 6/8/2009 6:20:05 AM | A Moment
Her lips,
saturated,
glistening pink,
capturing and reflecting
droplets of sun,
shimmering with each lick
of her tongue,
her eyes,
smoldering blue,
suggestive glazes hiding
behind her glances,
playfully tickling my senses,
bouncing vibrations
along the wooden rail,
four feet becoming inches,
bumping shoulders
as we watched the swans,
swim gracefully beneath
the bridge,
her voice a sultry, sensual
lather, that washed over
my body, seducing me
from the inside out,
as we introduced ourselves,
the furnace grew hotter,
two strangers,
in a day at the
Gardens. | |
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| The Fireside.
Posted: 6/8/2009 6:57:46 AM | | Mandrake, you are just so awesome. I love the way the rhythm sucks you right in... I am really glad I found this thread: blessings to you | |
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| The Fireside.
Posted: 6/8/2009 10:27:10 AM | Sarah...thank you for the very kind words. We're glad you are here! and glad to have you at the fireside with us.
Seazadream!.....whew! whew! whew! Talk about lighting fires!! You're scorching my earth!!  But I love the write! very erotic! Thank you for sharing that side of you. | |
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| The Fireside.
Posted: 6/9/2009 4:30:39 AM | fire indeed!! this is more like kindling i bring....
written this morning and just the beginning.....
free of shame and full of love
we let our sensuality guide us
as if on a divine lovers' course
with every kiss and every touch
we remember our sacredness....
the sacredness of our one'ness
intertwining like dna strands
hormones racing through our glands
love to feel your mouth and hands
we're flying now over exotic lands....
making love in our special dance
you lull me with your moonlit grace
sweetly caressing my upturned face
feeling out of time and space
slowly lifting my delicate lace....
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/9/2009 7:09:06 AM | |
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| The Fireside.
Posted: 6/9/2009 8:05:35 AM | Moi???? Devil Smile??No! Couldn't be!^^^^
Tribute to Eva!
Hiding....
her most delicate
secrets, cloaked
in veils, a thin mask
disguise, the only
barrier between her tears
and her smiles,
she was like the petals
of a rose, tightly sealed,
waiting for a hand,
not to pluck,
but to gently peel
back the layers,
and as he knelt
before her,
capturing each drop
of her weeping spirit,
warming it with his breath,
placing it back
into the budding rose,
she opened her arms,
and their hearts met,
beating a quiet melody
of trust, respect,
and dignity.
She was a woman again! | |
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| The Fireside.
Posted: 6/9/2009 11:04:17 AM | | WeareI....sorry I missed your write. It is excellent! and full of passion. Love the way you express depth. Thank you...and know you are loved and cared about! | |
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| The Fireside.
Posted: 6/9/2009 11:50:25 AM | Entry for May 12, 2009
Compose blog entry:
Pour out the filth you should never say
Hope to God you don't regret it someday.
Formulate fantasies and tilt the equation
Satisfy reality with a minute invasion
Close your eyes and feel the train
Echoing off some ways down the lane
Don't worry about whether or not it makes sense
Express your inner fears with rage and lament
Paint them into pretty pictures
Clouds, dreams, sexual adventures
Store them away
To reflect on someday.
Blog entries satisfy the need to ramble
Wish someone could really hear
My heart pacing wildly
Wish I had some way to ease the fear.
Completion is the only relief.
So I'll call this one done. | |
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| The Fireside.
Posted: 6/9/2009 1:44:40 PM | Thank you Sarah, for sharing your blog thoughts and feelings.
Dreamstone
In the depth of slumber
voices cried, faces twisted
darkened winds,
descending shadows reaching,
clawing, winged depravity
struggling against the light,
subdued within
the dreamstone's elixer,
voices quiet, faces calmed,
winds became breezes,
shadows became morn,
and the spirits returned
to their stones,
only to dream again! | |
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| The Fireside.
Posted: 6/9/2009 5:47:13 PM | sad that people are mean
stuck in their worlds
afraid to touch the feelings
the souls of others
they look for love complete
of mind and body fair
afraid of passionate compassion
the heart of closure
critical rebuke belongs
forced in like a knife
in response to childish query?
the spiritual folly...
sigh. | |
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| The Fireside.
Posted: 6/10/2009 5:56:44 AM | | Lovely write Eva, very touching! Thank you for sharing it with us. | |
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| The Fireside.
Posted: 6/10/2009 2:20:24 PM | She grips the barrel of her reality,
her cold steely eyes clicking
through chambers, flash cards
of memories, silver jackets
piercing her heart, tears like acid,
burning her screams in pavement,
muffled by the stampede
of passersby, the many and the few
who mumble above the sirens,
speaking a dialect of complacency,
while the Ballad of Jane Doe
is sung again,
somewhere in the back pages
her life is confined,
to a little box,
and a
cold stone! | |
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| The Fireside.
Posted: 6/10/2009 2:32:38 PM | Jes fer fun....
A Western Tale
It was at a glance
as he happened by
- the man with hat
that shadowed one eye
A ride through the woods
the girl also, he spied...
a beauty of 12 and he 25
Ten years crawled past
when fate brought him nigh
...a rugged cow poke
with a smile half rye
Age, not considered
the man struck familiar
and she felt his gaze burn her
like lightening inside
He had to have her
and she had to let him,
and consented soon after
to be his young bride
The cowboy with the hat
that he now tipped back,
Pulled her up in his saddle
and away they did ride...
Theme from the lone Ranger plays 'um out.... :) | |
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| The Fireside.
Posted: 6/11/2009 6:56:18 AM | BKS... That is cute^^^^^ childhood crush eh??
The bells softly chime,
on an early Sunday morn,
waking from my slumber,
a new day is born.
A gaze out my window,
to skies tranquil blue,
my eyes fixed on waters
that cradle my canoe.
With the bells in the background,
and the creatures that wake,
there's a song in my paddle,
at dawn's early break.
Loons softly crying,
through the mist covered realm,
with Nature, the captain,
who sits at the helm. | |
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