G'morn(((2KMoM)))I hope you have a great day sweetie.Well it's back to Best Buy for me today.My logitech keyboard & mouse are 3 wks.old & my mouse goes POOF!Yikes!!what junk hey?lol;)tty/soon.Here's #14 of 22.Love & Godspeed!Cy
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growing old
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angels attic
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Silent Treatment
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(((Sadie)))
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Passion be Yours
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My Beloved
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Giving Up
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Time To Fly
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~Sherrie's Art Haven~
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In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she. Steel chambers, late the pyres Of her salamandrine fires, Cold currents thrid, and turn to rhythmic tidal lyres Over the mirrors meant To glass the opulent The sea-worm crawls—grotesque, slimed, dumb, indifferent. Jewels in joy designed To ravish the sensuous mind Lie lightless, all their sparkles bleared and black and blind Dim moon-eyed fishes near Gaze at the gilded gear And query: "What does this vaingloriousness down here?" Well: while was fashioning This creature of cleaving wing, The Immanent Will that stirs and urges everything Prepared a sinister mate For her—so gaily great— A Shape of Ice, for the time far and dissociate. And as the smart ship grew In stature, grace, and hue, In shadowy silent distance grew the Iceberg too. Alien they seemed to be; No mortal eye could see The intimate welding of their later history, Or sign that they were bent By paths coincident On being anon twin halves of one august event, Till the Spinner of the Years Said "Now!" And each one hears, And consummation comes, and jars two hemispheres. Thomas Hardy~The Convergence of the Twain Godspeed!Steven(((Sherrie))) |
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G'morn(((2KMoM)))I hope you have a great day today sweetie.Me and my daughter had an awesome day:)We even managed to watch a movie before we wrapped up the day.The title was Death Sentence.A great movie but terribly sad likewise.tty/soon.Here's #13 0f 22.Love Ya! & Godspeed!Cy
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~Sherrie's Art Haven~
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I caught this morning morning's minion, king- dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing, As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding Stirred for a bird,—the achieve of; the mastery of the thing! Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier! No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear, Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion. Gerard Hopkinns-The Windhover Godspeed!CyPoet(((Sherrie))) |
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~Sherrie's Art Haven~
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Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more. Lord Alfred Tennyson~Tears,Idle Tears Godspeed!Steven(((Sherrie))) |
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~Sherrie's Art Haven~
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Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm: Time and fevers burn away Individual beauty from Thoughtful children, and the grave Proves the child ephemeral: But in my arms till break of day Let the living creature lie, Mortal, guilty, but to me The entirely beautiful. Soul and body have no bounds: To lovers as they lie upon Her tolerant enchanted slope In their ordinary swoon, Grave the vision Venus sends Of supernatural sympathy, Universal love and hope; While an abstract insight wakes Among the glaciers and the rocks The hermit's carnal ecstacy. Certainty, fidelity On the stroke of midnight pass Like vibrations of a bell And fashionable madmen raise Their pedantic boring cry: Every farthing of the cost. All the dreaded cards foretell. Shall be paid, but from this night Not a whisper, not a thought. Not a kiss nor look be lost. William Auden~Lullaby Godspseed!CyPoet(((Sherrie))) |
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G'morn(((2KMoM)))It's going to be a lovely day today.Woo-Hoo!:)I'm going to spend the day with 1 of my daughters.Yay!I hope you have an awesome day sweetie.Thx!for visiting the Haven btw I left a response for ya but U missed it.That's O.K.,well U know Cy luvs ya bearifically.he-he.Artistic/Poetic minds think alike & tend to make the bestest of friends:)Oooo!look there's sausage,bisquit & egg w/Java.Yummy:)~Here's #12 of 22.Godspeed!Cy(((2KMoM)))
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~Sherrie's Art Haven~
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Sleep, sleep, beauty bright, Dreaming in the joys of night; Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep Little sorrows sit and weep. Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles. As thy softest limbs I feel Smiles as of the morning steal O'er thy cheek, and o'er thy breast Where thy little heart doth rest. O the cunning wiles that creep In thy little heart asleep! When thy little heart doth wake, Then the dreadful night shall break. William Blake~Cradle Song Godspeed!Steven(((Sherrie))) |
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~Sherrie's Art Haven~
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Oft, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me: The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me. When I remember all The friends, so link'd together, I've seen around me fall Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me. Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me. Tom Moore~The Light Of Other Days Godspeed!CyPoet(((Sherrie))) |
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~Sherrie's Art Haven~
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Over the city the moon rides in mist, scrim scarred with faint rainbow. Two days till Easter. The thin clouds run slow, slow, the wind bells bleed the quietest of possible musics to the dark lawn. All possibility we will have children is gone. I raise a glass half water, half alcohol, to that light come full again. Inside, you sleep, somewhere below the pain. Down at the river, there is a tall ghost tossing flowers to dark water— jessamine, rose, and daisy, salvia lyrata Oh goodbye, goodbye to bloom in the white blaze of moon on the river, goodbye to creek joining the creek joining the river, the axil, the Y, goodbye to the Yes of two Ifs in one phrase Children bear children. We are grown, and time has thrown us free under the timeless moon. Jack Butler~For Her Surgery Godspeed!Steven(((Sherrie))) |
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I find that when a girl is quick to send nudes, it never works out right. I've met up with several of them and they turn out to be weirdos. I'm not against sexy pics, but there is a time and a place for everything. Hiho Hiho It's off to work we go Sweat in the sun - then have some fun Hiho Hiho Hiho Hiho Hiho It's off to work we go We do our best - and work for less Hihi Hiho You work for less because that is the male differential. You want to be the first on that lifeboat- I get a dollar more an hour TR, you are a very sexy man and that eye patch is to die for, to die for!!! ...But by now I would have thought you had it figured out.... There is a calculated reason why you guys make $.30 more on the dollar....It's to offset the expense of living in a female dominated world |
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~Sherrie's Art Haven~
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What is a poet? Is he not that which wakens melody in the silent chords of the human heart? A light which arrays in splendor things and thoughts which else were dim in the shadow of their own significance. His soul is like one of the pools in the Ilex woods of the Maremma, it reflects the surrounding universe, but it beautifies, groups, and mellows their tints, making a little world within itself, the copy of the outer one; but more entire, more faultless. But above all, a poet's soul is Love; the desire of sympathy is the breath that inspires his lay, while he lavishes on the sentiment and its object, his whole treasure-house of resplendent imagery, burning emotion, and ardent enthusiasm. He is the mirror of nature, reflecting her back ten thousand times more lovely; what then must not his power be, when he adds beauty to the most perfect thing in nature—even Love. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I saw the pale student of unhallowed arts kneeling beside the thing he had put together.I saw the hideous phantasm of a man stretched out, and then, on the working of some powerful engine, show signs of life, and stir with an uneasy, half vital motion. Frightful must it be; for SUPREMELY frightful would be the effect of any human endeavour to mock the stupendous mechanism of the Creator of the world. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Women, Men, Power My dreams were all my own; I accounted for them to nobody; they were my refuge when annoyed my dearest pleasure when free. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dreams, Free, Nobody Invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consist in creating out of void, but out of chaos. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mind, Parents, Faculty But I am a blasted tree; the bolt has entered my soul; and I felt then that I should survive to exhibit what I shall soon cease to be a miserable spectacle of wrecked humanity, pitiable to others and intolerable to myself. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Justice, Charity, Wanting Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Life, Death, Dark Elegance is inferior to virtue. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Virtue, Inferior, Elegance Every political good carried to the extreme must be productive of evil. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Life, Hated, Obstinate Nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind as a steady purpose - a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God, Him, Rather The agony of my feelings allowed me no respite; no incident occurred from which my rage and misery could not extract its food. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Food, Feelings, Misery And now, once again, I bid my hideous progeny go forth and prosper. I have an affection for it, for it was the offspring of happy days, when death and grief were but words, which found no true echo in my heart. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Alone, Forward, Personal A king is always a king - and a woman always a woman: his authority and her sex ever stand between them and rational converse. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sex, Woman, Between It is a farce to call any being virtuous whose virtues do not result from the exercise of it's own reason. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dreams, Once, Fantastic The same energy of character which renders a man a daring villain would have rendered him useful in society, had that society been well organized. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Society, Character, Him The very winds whispered in soothing accents, and maternal Nature bade me weep no more. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nature, Weep, Winds What terrified me will terrify others; and I need only describe the spectre which had haunted my midnight pillow. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Others, Describe, Midnight It is hardly surprising that women concentrate on the way they look instead of what is in their minds since not much has been put in their minds to begin with. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley 8/30/1797-2/1/1851 Godspeed!Steven aka CyPoet(((Sherrie))) |
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~Sherrie's Art Haven~
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Once more home is a strange place by the ocean a big house now, and the small houses are memories, once live images,vacant thoughts here,sinking and vanishing. Rough sea now on the shore thundering brokenly draws back stones with a roar out into quiet and far depths, darkly to lie there years, years there not a sound from them. New waves out of the night's mist and obscurity lunge up high on the beach, spending their energy, each wave angrily dying,all shapes endlessly altering, yet out there in the depths nothing is modified. Earthquakes won't even move—no, nor the hurricane one stone there,nor a glance of sun's light stir its identity. Richard Moore~Depths Godspeed!Steven(((Sherrie))) |
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