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Post by dawness on Jan 16, 2007 12:48:39 GMT -6
backside, front side
whatever profile
pours into the moon's pool
goes on and on
with phases of utter wonder
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Post by amycando on Jan 16, 2007 21:32:39 GMT -6
Utter wonder is what I feel when
I hear that little girl voice say,
" I want to help them because it makes me feel good inside
to help people"
this little snippet strolls accross her lips as we enter the church for a meeting about volunteering at the homeless shelter.
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Post by dawness on Jan 17, 2007 12:39:10 GMT -6
shelter me with a thousand
embraces from the moon's blankets
as the wind torments me now
in a moment when the dusk cries'
for mercy
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Post by Sam on Jan 18, 2007 13:37:29 GMT -6
Mercy is so easily spoken
and so seldom shown....
Be kind to people today!
Do not wait until tomorrow!
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Jan 19, 2007 10:03:06 GMT -6
Tomorrow,
I shall plait babies breath
and rosebuds into my hair;
adorn myself in a diaphonous
gown of gossamer fabric...
But, today, I must hold sway
and deal with alternate problems,
both gargantuan and trite, alone...
Dreaming of your fingers
picking through my tresses,
to release the crown of flowers,
twisted there...Before you take me
once more, with great passion and care...
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Post by Sam on Jan 19, 2007 11:13:08 GMT -6
Before you take me
once more,
with great passion and care...
would you be so kind,
this time,
to remove my underwear......
Sam
(gotcha all) hahahahahahahahahaha
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Post by amycando on Jan 19, 2007 17:54:16 GMT -6
Sam, I'm shocked (hehe) To remove my underwear...... you'll need a crow bar
they are stuck
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Post by anirbas on Jan 20, 2007 2:02:22 GMT -6
together...just you and me...
us, them, the "others"...
are you listening? i said, together...
i'll take your hand...
you take my hand...
we don't need a god
or a belief system to do that...
we don't need a bible, a quran, a talmud, the collected stories
of the Brother's Grimm, to join hands, to care to share,
to share to care, to simply be human, to and with one another...
all we need do is to remember, first and foremost...
we were and are,
born into the human family...
no matter the color of our skin;
the culture and nation
we are born into;
nor the gender
or sexual orientation,
we are born into,
as far as that goes...
none of that matters...
it's all window dressing...
surface veneer...
we are of the human
family, first and foremost...
remember? i do...do you feel me
reaching out, fingers stretching like my thoughts,
to touch your hand, to take it in mine? and say, welcome
home, sister...welcome home, brother...welcome, home...
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 20, 2007 5:27:36 GMT -6
welcome, home ...
words which seem
so numbing upon my lips
knowing the hurtful praise
the man known,
in flesh terms
as your father -
uses as white wash
for your young,
but wise mind
where gifts are given
for loving terms
and blackmail is
the unseen force
with unknown words
" i love you "
echoes, but it's truth
is well lost -
and I feel your presence
drowning
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Post by amycando on Jan 20, 2007 19:41:29 GMT -6
Drowning inside
in a pool of sorrow that cannot be helped
I try to keep myself above the abyss
and try to keep hope alive
for love to someday come my way.
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 21, 2007 19:28:59 GMT -6
love to someday come my way
is something
I wish for
when I have time to
dream,
until then
there is son of 10
and daughter of 7,
who keep me grounded
with their unconditional love
which I wear, proudly
sheathed within it
like my own protective glove
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Post by anirbas on Jan 21, 2007 21:56:37 GMT -6
love, capricious beast,
does not come upon us,
when we wish for or seek it...
love, waits til we no longer
believe in love anymore...
accept the existence of lovelessness
in one's life...accept it quite possible love
betwixt and between, men and women
does not exist, unless they are connected
by blood...all else is lust and contracts...
love, waits...fickle, sly beast...
til we no longer believe in love, anymore...
and then love pounces and makes of us
love's willing fans and sychophants...
as love, being a gambling entity...
does so love a challenge...
and what better way
to prove love conquers all
than to smite the heart of a naysayer...
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Post by anirbas on Jan 21, 2007 22:01:33 GMT -6
*WARNING! Inane commenting. Not a part of the poetical thread unraveling within!*
EEK! I have no idea what I was thinking of, up there...
the last word was GLOVE, not LOVE...
glove, a word I must equate, associate with love in my head?
scratches head at own cypherical gaff...just made myself laugh...
forgiveth my looney tune moment, mi compadres! a wire
must have come loose upstairs...shortcircuited something in there...
*WARNING! Inane commenting. Not a part of the poetical thread unraveling within!*
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Post by Sam on Jan 22, 2007 15:28:47 GMT -6
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! What you got on your mind today, Nirby?  hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha ___________ Like my own protective glove covering up my hands I cocoon my heart with heavy thoughts every night now for self preservation. Sam  |
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Post by amycando on Jan 22, 2007 20:42:35 GMT -6
Self preservation gone awry
Has me gravitating toward you like a magnet
instead of running for the dear life of my heart
my poor muzzled heart
unable to speak it's truth
yet kept where it fairly wishes to scream
what is housed there.
My attempts to keep my perspective
are sometimes unheard
over the internal racket
of my stiffled heart.
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Post by dawness on Jan 23, 2007 1:07:39 GMT -6
my stifled heart breathes
again,
finally you slammed out of the door
and carrried you emotional
baggage with you.
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 23, 2007 4:23:39 GMT -6
baggage with you
is something,
I do not need
so I bid you farewell -
please,
close the door as you leave!
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Post by Sam on Jan 23, 2007 12:40:09 GMT -6
Leave quickly
before the need
shows through...
before the tears
start to flow...
before the sadness
once again
starts to show..
You don't need
to know now
what is really
on my mind...
You should have
already known
before you walked
outside my door....
It is over.
We are through.
I can not bear
any more hurt
because of you.
Sam
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Post by Sam on Jan 23, 2007 16:36:46 GMT -6
Because of you
I have lost much sleep,
gained much weight,
ruined many dates...
Damn!
Ain't love great?
Sam
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Post by Sam on Jan 24, 2007 12:47:17 GMT -6
Great things come
to those who wait...
Whoever said that
already had everything
in life he ever craved....
Sam
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 24, 2007 18:06:58 GMT -6
craved...
craving..
the decadent darkness
of smooth coal like
appearance
pearl too touch
cocoa infused
lingering taste
upon my buds,
one piece..
is just never quite enough
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Post by Sam on Jan 26, 2007 9:44:51 GMT -6
one piece.. is just never quite enough. (Excuse me! But..... are we talking chocolate here?) Because if we are, I would definitely have to agree.... But, when it comes to other things, I have to say, usually once is more than enough for me to send them on their way!!! Sam |
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Post by amycando on Jan 26, 2007 20:27:12 GMT -6
Send
them on their way
your very best wishes in prayer
we should hold nothing back
and stop only short of extravagance
in the good we ask God to bestow on others.
"and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you."
let us lavish a wealth of well wishing requests on our fellow humans
in our petitions. The more of a genuinely generous spirit
we have towards each other the more we will draw the same, but false (selfish) generosity will either be sensed or eventually seen.
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Post by dawness on Jan 29, 2007 11:29:00 GMT -6
to be sensed or eventually seen
in nothing
except the vulnerability of
tenderness,
this is greatness formed by noble humility
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Post by Sam on Jan 29, 2007 14:47:49 GMT -6
greatness formed by noble humility
is indeed greatness to me...
not great public displays
of love and affection
but the one on one
show of dedication...
says more than mere words
can ever relay....
Sam
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 29, 2007 18:35:31 GMT -6
relay -
we race,
too and forth,
each watching the other
waiting for fault
too trip,
or stumble
will it be you who
outstretched their hand
too lift me,
pull me from drowning
who smiles and
offers words of
encouragement
wisdom,
friendship ?
Or are you those
who sit,
blindly unaware of
another's trouble
too willing
to hide their head in the sand,
keeping their eyes downward
with no thought,
care or consideration
for those in the world around you
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Post by Sam on Jan 30, 2007 8:11:56 GMT -6
Those who sit,
blindly unaware
of another's trouble
too willing to hide
their head in the sand,
keeping their eyes downward
with no thought,
care or consideration
for those in the world around you
are the very ones
so quick to lash out in judgment,
anger and brutality.
Shame on them,
for they are the ones
that never see the sunset,
or watch a rainbow,
or have ever danced
in the falling rain....
Take my hand
and I will lead you
through a world of fantasy,
make believe, and imagination...
A day filled with sunshine,
rainbows and lollipops....
Sam
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Post by dawness on Jan 30, 2007 9:07:16 GMT -6
rainbows and lollipops bring me
to a new caroet ride
where i was just a child
never knowing even lollipos
and rainbows can be smeared by
angry sick adults
who have tormented innocent loves
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Post by Sam on Jan 30, 2007 12:58:29 GMT -6
angry sick adults
who have tormented
innocent loves
will all meet
their own demise
in the end....
We have to protect
the innocent,
cling together in love,
and in hope
that our children
can one day, again
play in their own backyard
in safety and at peace.
Stand up! Be counted
as one who will not tolerate
the abuse of our future,
the ruining of our children.
Sam
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Post by Sam on Jan 31, 2007 12:48:53 GMT -6
Our children deserve
our love and protection.
They count on us,
depend on us,
and believe in us.....
What a beautiful notion
above all the commotion
such love and devotion
coming out naturally.
Sam
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