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Treasure this woman. I've read her work. She's a deep well and you could spend a lifetime swimming in the seas of her heart....tell her love to accpet her female emails too (smile)
To KC whom and I and to his love who I will love because he loves her~ She will struggle for Her survival daily Wielding her dignity Well armored in Painted on bravado The scent of Eau de Confidence Masking the fears and Uncertainties Of the little child Who cowers inside She has no choice … She’s always a Woman She will fight the good fight For her right to be heard Knowing her word is as Good as the next Making her stand Tall as an oak when She knows she’s righteous Yet bending soft as a Willow When she knows She is not… She is always a Woman She will gently Nurture a child Mothering her Precious jewel Cradled in soft warm Arms deceptively fragile Vicious armed and Dangerous guardians Keepers of the gate The treasure safe Within them under Her watchful eye… She is always a Woman She will love a man Deep passions burning Bright in a night Sparks ignite cool Timber set aflame Under curious hands Wandering warm mouth Inviting deep kisses Silky scented skin Tantalizing tongue Teasing Pleasing Uninhibited Offering up her Soul giving up Anything Everything and More…. She will be left Emptied Bereft Bloodied Brokenhearted Yet still She will Continue … …to give… She will cry her tears When no one can hear Late at night in the confines Of a cold lonely bed once Filled with heated passions Gently paging through Her memories as though They were well worn parchment Precious under loving fingertips Reliving every moment Her heart aching Snapping Breaking Under the weight of her loss In the morning she will Dry her eyes Still her cries Walk out into the world Proud and Tall Doing it all again… She doesn’t know Any other way … She is Always … …a Woman… February 22, 2009 |
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Topic:
A walk with Compassion
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A walk with Compassion You see her, walking down the street Worn, tired,, as if life has thrown her to her feet Circles so deep upon the eyes of light You see her, walking down the street Wondering,, what has brought this women to her knees You see her, Yet you look upon her with horror in your eyes You gawk,, and turn away Some look on with compassion Some Eye-idolly stare You see.... This women walks with compassion A depth of peace unknown, to the naked eye This women has lived a life of love Blessed in all she does This women birth'd pure-ness so rare This women, her battle lives inside Cancer consumes her every step Eating her deepest thoughts Yet, This women.... Survives And Just breathe's.. Enjoying her Walk of compassion her way of life.....  And here is yet another of the true poets on the site. Bringing me tears, and smiles and joy in her never ending perception. I love you Denise.
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REJECTION
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Alternate title, "Note to Self". Nicely done.  Wonderwench, you are a gift~
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You See
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You See I walk a few paces behind her, Knowing who she is. Trying not to invade her space Her shadow of knowing true bliss. Watching her frame hold high, The hopes that carry her heart, Caged in a tangle of longing, Leaving her trail to the top. Bread crumbs we eagerly gather, A memory so as not to get lost, For we know in a heartbeat,so quickly, The way on the path might just stop. So I take in the light of her presence Making sure, just a portion to glean, For her treasures surrounding her beauty, Her family, more needful, esteem. You see, easily I walk far behind her. Though, knowing her pace, she would slow. I have the treasure most sought for, Her gift to love and to know. Raine Les 8/12/2009 Sadie, I make it a point not to write out who I consider the "real" or BEST poets there are amongst us, but I will say unequivaquably (sic) You are and always have been one of the true poets on this site. We have We have a lot of people who toss out, "hey, look at me, I write fifty poems a day, so I MUST be a poet", and yet, they are so dreadfully lacking, You my gorgeous minded friend, will always be a true writer.
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More Than a Muse
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She sings like An angel Her voice Colors pastels She’s held Together with Ribbons And bows She’s as fragile as Can be And as tough as She needs Where she Comes from Nobody Knows But, She came At the right time To get me, In my mind She’s a woman Of the finest Design She walks like A lady Sometimes talks Like a baby She’s a diamond Just waiting To shine She floats like A feather In the calmest Of weather So lightly She falls To my bed My fingers Work pages Familiar phrases Of a novel I’ve already Read I’ve loved you Forever Now I know you It’s better Than I could Have ever Possibly dreamed You may not Have been right For the others In your life But, you’re Perfectly Perfect For me kc09 still playing with the form on this one...who knows??? This is finished. Everything that needs to be said, has just been said here lovebug. This is priceless.
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cupid's broken arrow
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Cupid's arrow seems to be broken Its aim is off on who it is poking He promised that loves truth was ahead Took out his weapon and aimed at my head I closed my eyes and giggled in glee Finally love was to happen to me Directions must have been misread It seems my dog was shot instead! Once she was pierced, her loyalties shifted Now onto the partner that cupid pre-gifted She used to run around with mutts Now with my man that b-i-t-c-h struts My baby's been shot And he cannot see His partner's a dog It's supposed to be me! Today he walked her down my street Her tail in the air She walked with conceit I screamed out the window As the two walked below "She's not what she seems, She's just a missed bow! I waited a lifetime for you to pursue She'll never love you the way that I do" There was no catching my sweetheart's ear Obsessed with my pet since shot by loves spear Though cupid's intentions did come from his heart He forgot to pre-test his component part Love's truth was promised and did lie ahead But my cage is empty and so is my bed Well, bless my boots. We have here a raw and ingenious talent. My dear, I believe you ARE, in fact, an honest to goodness poet. And a good one to boot. |
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KISSES KISSES KISSES
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SPELLING!!!
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It spelin Don't mata to me Ths ain't no Englis class I luv it magination The way u tynk The way U put it all Dan on the papar I gt ur feelings Rite To my Heart I'm not yr teecher U ain't my class Your a poet I understand How you feel The way your Heart beats The music Of your soul Your spelling means Nothing to me I can decipher Your love..... Of the words Tammy Unfortunately, class or no, the sting of a rejection letter based primarily on spelling hurts no less than the sting of a rejection letter based on your thoughts as a poet. But we all learn in our own way and time~ 
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MY JUICES
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I know The perfect speller I'm not It is the poet herself That makes all the diff!! Love ya Tammy I also am not the perfect speller. I have many bite marks on my *** from editors to prove it. Well, if you should find yourself in need of antiseptic and bandaids, I have plenty to go around *smile* |
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MY JUICES
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Small typo: Reniscanse should be renaissance. Believe it or not, it does make a difference.
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Live and learn.....
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Thanks everone! (I think I can puke wherever I want) Well, this is true I suppose. But in the end, puke is still after all, puke, no matter where it ends up. |
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glimpse
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just one look at the wrapper and..... salivation part of her knows the delicious engine drenched in oil device designed to burn energy into blinding light rays from eyes beaming pull me in a perfect fit this pleasure apparatus a mind stunning imagination A stunning visual my Henry
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If I had just one wish, just one prayer. I would wish it, truth or dare. Would YOU, could YOU, love me so dear? As to make me love YOU to GOD I swear. I am really NOT a picky man, Bald head and all, in need of a tan. But GOD this life is ruff, as I am just me and Not ruff. I have been on this site, for almost three years now. And I want so much to be, SOME woman's ,WOW.. I am as opened as a book,GOOD GOD FOLKS,I am an open book. A truck driver for thirty years, as for relocation, THIS whole United States is my back yard. My Nation. If your looks are a bit hard to want to see. I am NOT perfect nor , do I want to be. Just a slim lady who can speak the truth.. I am not looking for a DR. Ruth. Someone to hold me when I'm feeling down, Someone who always wants me around. A girl next door, that wants to explore. A girl who desires ME, even MORE. I love to make love, as any man would. But just as often as YOU think we should. Distance has no PLACE in time, If YOU feel I am YOUR Mr.Fine.  I love to hug and kiss, I really do truly MISS. Waking with the warmth and smile, of the morning BLISS... If your single and LOOKING for a man who's true. Then,PLEASE give me the time to prove, I COULD love YOU. THIS was written from how MY HEART feels. And TRUST ME, I DON'T DO, LETS MAKE A DEAL! I want YOU, to WANT ME, And through this life. To REALLY feel the US WE COULD BE! There is a woman out there. A brilliant woman who will come across these words and know that she has found what she has been looking for, for a long long time. And she will know without a shadow of court, how precious this gift is....you are the gift my friend....and the brilliant woman who falls over you is going to be incredibly happy and she will never forget how very lucky she is to have found you! xoxoxoxoxo |
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Thank you Mingle friends and family~Mucho kisses to all~
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I want to wake up
With a silly smile And a belly rumbling Grumbling Growling With anticipation I want to feel romance I want to take a chance And dance wildly Gladly Madly To a tune Only you and I Can hear I want to lay down Under midnight skies That are Faded and Dimmed by the Stars in my eyes As I contemplate With contented sighs The blood rushing Through my veins As you paralyze With ice blue hot shot Desires Staring me down Bringing me round To your way of thinking I don’t want to think I want to fall Stumbling drunk On the heady wine Of Desire Lit up and on fire When you Whisper my name Lifting me higher Than I ever thought I could float Adrift on the boat Of Ecstasy Fantasy Just you and me …Yeah… I want to be a song Sweet as Im sung An instrument Crafted with care High strung As you strum And pluck at Notes Never Before heard I want to go to bed Counting the hours And minutes Until I hear your voice See your face Lay soft and love worn In your warm embrace Knowing that if I never woke up My life would be Sweet Complete Filled with Everything and Anything I ever Lost …and found … Yeah, that’s what I want I want to be In Love. September 2008 |
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Topic:
Confessional (revised)
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I lay quietly
Watching you Slowly advance Towards Your place Of worship Driven by Your vocation Your quest For meditation Zealous Redemption Of your faith With no Hesitation Reservation Or doubt You kneel At my altar Head bowed Sipping of My warm wine Taste my Consecrated Flesh, oh Sweet Sacrament Slip into my Feminine Sanctum We’ll meet in Blessed Communion Professing Our sins In whispered Beatified Union Reach with me Heavenly Rapture Your lips Divine Warm and Sweet On mine We lay spent Completed Contented Languid Liquid Salvation In our Confessional June 11, 2008 |
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Comfort of you
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are you baking again?  <<---scampering over to Gorgeousgurl ~ I got cookiez and milk sister! I'll share!
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This might leave a bruise
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We make our choices my friend. What choice do You make TODAY?
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Comfort of you
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p.s. You gotz milk and cookiez for Wizzy???
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Comfort of you
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"She's got a cookies-n-milk
kind of reputation. She'll raise bread dough but her hackles never rise." I would have left it just at this. This is fabulous WonderWench! What an excellent metaphor!!!
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