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Joined: 12/2/2009
Msg: 476
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I know what I saw his last post list so long
I must have come back with the sweep not quite done
check his history now those last three too are gone
don't forget all the poems wiped when thorb faced the gun

Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 477
For my daughter
Posted: 10/24/2010 6:25:10 AM
Thanks, Andover (your name always makes me think andoverand

Here's my newest:

For my daughter

. . . whenever she might happen to see this

If I were to look inside
at the wristwatch in my heart,
if I were to look inside
and say: ‘It’s time for us to love each other,’

I’m afraid she might reply:
“But, Dad,
we haven’t synchronized our watches.”
Joined: 12/2/2009
Msg: 478
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For my daughter
Posted: 10/24/2010 7:00:25 AM
when out of sync
we often think
we can't repair
a broken link
but I have seen
the case has been
when face to face
love's still between

(andoverandover again, you callin' me repetitious? lol)
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 479
For my daughter
Posted: 10/25/2010 5:30:35 AM
Andover - and! No, I'm NOT calling you "repetitious" I was just enjoying the play (the bawdy play?) I got from your name, and your poem above is both funny, sad and, unfortunately, true.
Joined: 10/14/2010
Msg: 480
For my daughter
Posted: 10/31/2010 3:40:33 AM
What can be better time
to linger with lights and shades
looking for my shadow
in disguise of death
and horror
children's laughter
how fearless they
and innocent as the moon beams our path
embracing skeletons monsters
we all run from in nightmares
it's a time of facing our fear
and bring light to our closets
set our haunting spirits on fire
for the delight
of childlike play
tricks or treats
open your door
would you
give us
smiles and sweets ~

Happy Halloween :D
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 481
For my daughter
Posted: 10/31/2010 9:19:00 AM
lyricmath: I love the lyrical imagery in this, the energy of it. Thanks.
Joined: 10/14/2010
Msg: 482
For my daughter
Posted: 11/1/2010 6:41:02 AM
Thank you dear for the encouragement, all is worthwhile :)
Joined: 10/28/2010
Msg: 483
For myself
Posted: 11/1/2010 3:29:52 PM
Sometimes "we" are merely shadows of ourselves.

Hi Uncle.

I needed practice
To take away the dust
Of long forgotten feelings.
A chance meeting
Became one long date,
Constantly interrupted by life.
Questions without answers
To life's great mysteries
Streaming through my mind
Playing havoc with my heart.

I should go to Paris

26 October 2010
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 484
For myself
Posted: 11/1/2010 4:39:52 PM
Hi niece (aka Not again)

Thanks for the lovely poem. Everybody should got to Paris, at least once, but before you do perhaps you'll post some more poems here or elsewhere?
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 485
Yea, though I walk
Posted: 11/15/2010 4:53:07 AM
Yea, though I walk through the valley
of the shadow of the living
I am but another shadow,
subsumed by the more or less
pale greys.

Between grey and paler grey
lie lives of striving
and of slipping back,
of quiet ceremony
and loud, unmerited applause.

We are just innuendoes,
the hiss
of some whispered hint
already gone by.
Joined: 12/2/2009
Msg: 486
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Yea, though I walk
Posted: 11/15/2010 5:57:23 AM
soft sincere applause
the sound of two hands clapping
the whispered yes I hear you
coming only occasionally
when the urge to acknowledge
irresistibly forces one
to reach out of the darkness
providing the rare and cherished
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 487
Yea, though I walk
Posted: 11/16/2010 7:52:42 AM
Wow, Andover, many thanks for what I take to be this tribute.
Joined: 10/14/2010
Msg: 488
Yea, though I walk
Posted: 11/16/2010 10:36:56 AM
We are just innuendoes,
the hiss
of some whispered hint
already gone by.

atmosphere captured to words
reincarnated to a new world !
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 489
Yea, though I walk
Posted: 11/16/2010 9:42:38 PM
I especially am fond of whispers
they brush your cheek, softly, then.
with a bravado interrupted by life
I am especially fond of premises
waiting to be built.
Here intertwine your fingers with mine
we are going to dance.
Who dances better than the one?
Who forgot the nuances?
Which will sink you, unless you agree
that each kite that sailed
took me away? Oh...I dance
until I cannot and then. Let me rest.
Before I do...a great big earring in my ear
red shoes on my ear to hear
my tasks done. then... Dance with me.
Until I Tried.
Good enough. Put the music on.
Joined: 10/14/2010
Msg: 490
Posted: 11/17/2010 3:21:08 AM
Resting by my cheek
eyes following your elegant steps
watched as your swirls and turns in floaty dress
how you shine those red shoes to light lusciously
the air around you now blare with zest of life
I gaze and dream in illusive daze
how you've become the lover
entwined to timeless affair
to music and land
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 491
Yea, though I walk
Posted: 11/17/2010 4:55:32 AM
To 60 for this and to LyricMath for "Dance," thank you both
Joined: 9/22/2008
Msg: 492
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Yea, though I walk
Posted: 11/21/2010 7:40:43 PM
I sidestepped my heart
when I said I do
blinded by the rush of propriety
I did what I thought I should, what I must.
Paper is the first anniversary gift
does it count if it is in pieces
torn apart,
blown away,
like dust?

Ca va cheri?
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 493
Yea, though I walk
Posted: 11/21/2010 8:38:54 PM
away, dust is replaced
in cycles, one is not another...
when you gaze into life
all becomes like a gazelle
replacing one bit of land
for another. So rises another day.
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 494
Yea, though I walk
Posted: 11/23/2010 10:14:04 AM
Dear Pickles & 60: Thank you for allowing me and others to eavesdrop on your conversation.
Joined: 9/22/2008
Msg: 495
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Yea, though I walk
Posted: 11/24/2010 4:22:43 PM
With a calculated tenderness
you brushed my hair from my face and
for a moment everything was
the tendril sprung back
demonstrating the power of hair products
you can't even pronounce
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 496
Yea, though I walk
Posted: 11/25/2010 7:36:07 AM
Dear Pickles, thank you for this elliptical and somewhat enigmatic poem.
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 497
Yea, though I walk
Posted: 11/25/2010 9:46:30 PM
I am tired.
Until your hand found...
my hair, with a gentle stroking
I awoke.
Stroke me into understanding
why I understood
just about everything.
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 498
Yea, though I walk
Posted: 11/26/2010 5:00:07 AM
Dear 60, I do love the ambiguity of the final

"I understood
just about everything..."

Thank you.
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 499
A Valentine’s Day Poem: re the pears
Posted: 2/14/2011 7:26:50 AM
Mustn’t we have a one in whom to confide
that we overpaid for the pears
that we brought home
and so our heart is sore?

It isn’t much of a confession, is it, but it
is everything. “Those pears,
oh, those pears, darling,
how can I have been such a fool?”

And it isn’t, you know
(and I know you know
and it comforts me more than I can tell you
to know that) - but as I was saying,
it isn’t just those pears
but that this isn’t the first time I’ve been careless
or absent-minded or neglectful.

And I’m sorry, love.
I hope you know
how sorry I really am...
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 500
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A Valentine’s Day Poem: re the pears
Posted: 2/14/2011 9:20:40 AM

I am dazzled by
the gifts
you throw me
so you don't have
to know me?
I cannot be bought
or even rented
I will catch
your shiny things
(though they were baited)
I just want you to know
I wasn't blinded

LS 2/14/11
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