Tag: happiness
member name: Mary S.
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February 20, 2007 06:56 PM EST --
Frosty rides down old winding country roads in rickety, windy old pickup trucks that rattle and shake to the old hardware store, filled with the warm smells of popping corn, horse feed, and big . . . more
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August 26, 2008 06:23 PM EDT --
Steam rises up from the over heated ground
As the rain falls down, as the rain falls down
An almost perceptable sigh is heard
As it soaks in, soaks in, all around.
The parched . . . more
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January 20, 2008 12:34 AM EST --
When you make it through the fire
And dust off the soot and ash
To find that it's still there,
When you hack through brush and briar
Feeling weary from the dash
To find it . . . more
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February 08, 2008 11:01 AM EST --
There has to be a poem somewhere
about the way the morning sun
paints the trees that perfect shade of pink,
inscribing its rosy signature in a soft blushing sky,
punctuated by tiny flitting . . . more
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March 24, 2008 08:28 PM EDT --
Close your eyes
Listen
Here in the leaves
Now in the "whys"
There in the song
Of the sweet sad owl
Near in the hollow
Of a lone wolf's howl
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April 29, 2008 09:40 AM EDT --
Not yet day, Not quite dreaming
Lying half awake at 3 a.m.
Listening to circles in the sand
Thoughts of you drift by
My sleepy mind's eye.
And even . . . more
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January 16, 2008 07:34 PM EST --
Big crash, loud bang, rumble, rumble, rumble
The storm monster is on the way and his stomach is a-grumble.
I hear him getting closer; I know he's on the way
Underneath these covers in my hideout . . . more
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April 03, 2008 09:14 AM EDT --
Look on me with eyes made soft by love.
Hold gentle my heart always close to yours.
If you someday choose to sit upon a horse that's high,
View me with tepid judgment, knowing that I try. . . . more
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February 14, 2008 08:00 AM EST --
We hit the ground running
so fast, that before we realized it
we were flying.
The way each curve fit
into the other, and the extra arms
made it easy.
We both knew well the story . . . more
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March 04, 2008 11:35 AM EST --
The sky held the moment
Between a star and the moon
And the song of a whippoorwill
Fell through
A hole in the last note
Rose, a luminous balloon
Catching the oak tree's . . . more
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March 08, 2008 09:43 AM EST --
I wrote this awhile ago, and some of you may have read it already, but it fits well for this weeks challenge word, sacrifice.
What's Left When the Heart's Gone
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June 13, 2008 08:33 PM EDT --
Natural Reflection
There'll come sometime, somewhere will be a door
Rough hewn grain that opens to wooden floor
The smell of home will fill up every room
And out the window you will . . . more
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August 30, 2008 06:33 PM EDT --
Darjeeling
Invite me for a swim in those green tea eyes
I'll take a dip in your tide pools
Listen to the wind sigh
While I sink to the bottom of your china cup.
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May 18, 2008 01:05 AM EDT --
Twisted and broken
Pitiful heart full of holes
And yet you loved me.
This is a classic Japanese Haiku, with three lines consisting of 5 syllables in the first line . . . more
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August 05, 2008 06:59 PM EDT --
I remember that time when we stood in a distant place
The way the trees were so thick they hid the sky
And our hearts beat hard there in the midst of the chase
The blood trail . . . more
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January 21, 2007 02:24 AM EST --
Again, I just jot down what I recollect upon waking. It's a dream, so it ussually has bits that don't make sense, and they tend to skip around a lot.
Me and . . . more
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January 24, 2008 10:00 AM EST --
As I sat in the bright heat of the sun, savoring the brisk winter breeze blowing through my hair, I tilted my face skyward and considered life's variations. One of the things I like most . . . more
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June 03, 2008 08:46 AM EDT --
No Father
Bright red sailor cap bobs
Atop his special dark
Chocolate little face,
With a shiney green
Granny Smith apple
Held up, a prize,
In his dark dimpled hand.
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November 17, 2007 02:27 PM EST --
This list is written only in the order of what happenes to come to mind…
The soft, cold cream smelling cheek of my mother when I kiss her goodnight. This perhaps more . . . more
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