Tag: love
member name: Mary S.
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November 29, 2006 12:04 AM EST --
I am convinced that we are living in the end times. I don’t even watch the news, but I still hear of wars and rumors of wars. I watch the Weather Channel, and . . . more
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November 27, 2006 12:00 AM EST --
Once, about half a century ago, there was a little girl with a very bad name. She was a pretty little girl, with huge brown eyes, bouncy brown curls, and soft round cheeks, but through unfortunate . . . more
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January 24, 2007 01:28 PM EST --
You are my forever home
Though far and yon I've been,
It doesn't matter where I roam
It's back to you again.
You are my forever port
Though my . . . more
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October 08, 2007 04:47 PM EDT --
I saw the wind in your in your eyes,
And you saw me see it
So you looked away.
Now I wonder where you've drifted to,
Like a yellow leaf with brown . . . 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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April 15, 2008 12:50 PM EDT --
'Round Again
Another tune for the bard my friend
Another pluck of the string,
Another dip, another spin
Another tip of the hat and then...
. . . more
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December 13, 2007 10:07 AM EST --
Sometimes I think there's not much left
of that smiling face, that eager hopeful love.
Too many years of living
with one bad choice
weighs like a sack of armor, worn in defense, . . . 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 19, 2008 01:25 PM EDT --
Menghibahkan was a good mama.
She was young but attentive
And worked hard for her children,
Planting rice and sweet potatoes.
She taught her young ones
To sing the tribal . . . 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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February 12, 2007 01:17 AM EST --
You look, but always fail to see
What there is here.
You’d rather that I let you be,
Head turned, back bent, towards tapping key
Lost in a world I’ve come to fear.
Sadness . . . more
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August 16, 2007 05:48 PM EDT --
In this stressful world,
Yours is the presence that quiets me,
The voice that calms me,
The touch that comforts me...
...the love that helps me remember what is most important in each day. . . . more
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February 16, 2007 12:16 AM EST --
Many of you may have seen or heard of this already. If you have, watch it again, it will do you good. If you haven't you are in for a treat. I only wish that I had come up with this . . . 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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December 09, 2007 04:33 PM EST --
I've walked a thousand miles,
Walked them all,
To find your smiling face,
Just down the hall.
Each hall was empty as the last,
Each call fell sharp
Like bits of glass,
So I have . . . 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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