Free Thoughts~on One word...

We are sooo glad you are back!!!! Met and I have had a bad year as well, and we hopre we both have a happy and prosperous new year!


let me think about your word of the week...
 
We are sooo glad you are back!!!! Met and I have had a bad year as well, and we hopre we both have a happy and prosperous new year!


let me think about your word of the week...


I sent Art a few Maxine's via email, make'm share them, way funny !!!:D

I'm also very happy to see that you and Art are still here. I'm on a bit of a different path right now and trying to make my way back to writing ... here's hoping for the best for all of us ....

:rose::rose::rose:
 
a few writes all over tha threads this pm
one even refers to a year, or two, lol ~~:D




~~~~~



glitterdust flies, sparks off backside slide.
tan freckles meet, golden hazel green eyes
no spark could compare, ignite
inflame my insides with one silent, smirk. standing
outside, frostbite to tha bone, his look, mellow
happy, then finally a smile. He giggles, like a girl
and that alone, stole my heart.

times have hanged. I search many a night
to hear that soft whimsical note, Now all serious
as if too much worry
weighs him down. he is anchored down, no happiness
in sight what I wouldn't give, do
to be tha one
to light up his face, once more
just, once more ....



~~~~~~


years turns to strawberries.
nights into lemons,
suckled with relish
as his salty lime
thighs, catch
my breathe. lips meeting
spread sheet wide, turn table
rodeo, rough ride
neigh .... yeahhhhhh

sculptured in sand, sailing
on the winds. clouds
turn to pillows as night negate
our disco ball
kaleidoscope dreams.
dreams
I relish with sour crout
'n weenies betwixt golden, furry
thighs. a few favorite memories
I thought to take
for walk.

my pet
for tha taking, squeezing
his red jelly cream, whipped
with delight, finger fucked, plucked
then sucked.
mine,
mine
my sweet tangy
lemonade, on a Sunday
afternoon ....




~~~~~~~



coerced crooning catches wind
whipping along his supple spine
traveling down, tingling thighs.
sting, cry out
for more
more, hurtful words welcomed
as pleading
turns to whispered words
of encouragement
for a job, well done.





:devil::kiss::rose:
 
a great poet, I wanna share ......

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
by E. E. Cummings


somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands




I'm a big softy tonight, lol.
This poem spells out L O V E to me,
very sweet and yummy ~


:heart:
 
play with me..

I have been to the rivers end,
where the bend
sweeps and spoons.
I have felt the cool rush
of blue winks
trinkle betwinxed
my toes.
I have not friend, nor foe.
Just a soul,
and a need for the journey.
I place myself here,
amongst you.

For there is no-where
closer to my heart,
than the stars in your eyes.




** RF, I wanna play......... where are you ? Where is the rain, and the erotic tail ? I miss ya'll muchly..........
:kiss:
sGp
 
Miss Both Of You...

And Hope You Are All Doing Ok...***** Is In A Busy Space These Days For Us All...
 
from blues post... busy space

Morning starlight shines overhead
cars zig, zag, rush and brake
coffee chugged and eyes blurred
a finger or two flies
hostility reigns

Elevating the cadence of life
blood screams within the heart
A blockade to the soul's song
Heedless to the danger
of realities illusions

The busy space of a hummingbird moment.
Soft silence of frozen time
Peaceful breathing moves me forward
Extortion of my soul music
in a trice the hummingbird files.



du lac:eek:
 
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from blues post... busy space

Morning starlight shines overhead
cars zig, zag, rush and brake
coffee chugged and eyes blurred
a finger or two flies
hostility reigns

Elevating the cadence of life
blood screams within the heart
A blockade to the soul's song
Heedless to the danger
of realities illusions

The busy space of a hummingbird moment.
Soft silence of frozen time
Peaceful breathing moves me forward
Extortion of my soul music
in a trice the hummingbird files.



du lac:eek:

humming my center
Am I scales noted by time
filling quiet space
 
I can only see images of you..

It is beautiful, this heart
of poet verse, and parchment thread
Soft voice rising,
speaking only into the wind.
And raindrops are often
tears left unshed-
and bled
through the night.

Open the window-
and fly back to home.




*** A take from both blurains, and DuLac :rose:
 
Good Morning .... I leave for a day or so and


my friends, sing tha blues. From life's
busy highway to a hummingbirds'
thought. they synchronize schemes
from one road to the next.

tree's fly by, children laugh
and run with momma in tha garden
while dad is off for a hunt. sitting
by the brook, gaining peace

from the silent rivers song, scaling
moment by moment while dreaming
away to cherished memories, hidden
within, around the next river bend.



~~


soul searching .... loverly day, Sunday.
I tried, my writing has become rusted
as the proverbial nail. too corroded,
and too far gone to take seriously.
perhaps a spit polish is in order, lol ~


:rose::heart:
 
Hey RF

Hey girl,

I really liked this:

from the silent rivers song, scaling
moment by moment while dreaming
away to cherished memories, hidden
within, around the next river bend.


brought me right to a peaceful place. I know what you mean about rusted writing. Mine sucks, it seems as if my prose soul has a rusted lock on the door and someone has barricaded the other side! But one of my New Years resolutions was to write again. California moves to fast for me, they have forgotten the important moments of life and strive for more all the time. Morgan and I don't fit here, it is work work and more work. By the time I get home I am wiped out. But I understand it is where I am to be for now and I have the power to changed my small part of the world. So here I am writing crappy poetry trying like hell to break through that barricade.


You keep working at it too! It does come back it just takes work. I have missed you, blue sgpeacheds and of course Art. Hope life is well for all and if it is rocky right now, know that this too will pass it is just part of the plan of life.

blessings
du
 
Hey girl,

I really liked this:

from the silent rivers song, scaling
moment by moment while dreaming
away to cherished memories, hidden
within, around the next river bend.


brought me right to a peaceful place. I know what you mean about rusted writing. Mine sucks, it seems as if my prose soul has a rusted lock on the door and someone has barricaded the other side! But one of my New Years resolutions was to write again. California moves to fast for me, they have forgotten the important moments of life and strive for more all the time. Morgan and I don't fit here, it is work work and more work. By the time I get home I am wiped out. But I understand it is where I am to be for now and I have the power to changed my small part of the world. So here I am writing crappy poetry trying like hell to break through that barricade.


You keep working at it too! It does come back it just takes work. I have missed you, blue sgpeacheds and of course Art. Hope life is well for all and if it is rocky right now, know that this too will pass it is just part of the plan of life.

blessings
du

Good Mornin' Du ... I missed you too. I can not tell ya'll how happy I am to be back online, writing but mostly reading. My creativity normally comes from a bounce on a word or a feeling I sense - in anothers write. I'm blessed to be here among so many talents, such as you and all the others who drop by. :rose::kiss:

I'm kickin my friend and life is OK now, just having a few problems with my ears, but soon .... sooooooon I will be at 100%, then watch out, lol.:nana: Thanks Du ... and you keep it up to, nothing like writing it out, helps tha soul and the carrier ~


:rose::heart:
 
My parents sometimes come visit on Sunday. My dad had called yesterday and said he may be over today and my daughter called him back this am, he said we will see, lol .... That's when she got all up in his kool-aid. :::

My daughter laughingly said, " They better watch it, papaw don't wanna provoke me into calling him every two minutes " ....


This hit my funny bone. She usually does keep calling him till they come over or until he will call ME back and begssss, please make her quit !! lmao ,,,,, hehehehehe
Our new word, dedicated to my darling daughter ~~ *weg*



Provoke :


Syllables: pro-voke

Part of Speech transitive verb
Pronunciation prE vok

Inflected Forms provoked, provoking, provokes

Definition 1. to incite (a person) to anger, annoyance, deep emotion,
or action.
Synonyms move , anger , excite , stir , irk , vex , rile , agitate
Crossref. Syn. actuate , bait , work , rouse , nettle , incite , prompt , exasperate
Similar Words motivate , impel , enrage , fire up , infuriate , incense , induce


Definition 2. to arouse (thoughts or feelings).
Synonyms stir up , kindle , move , inspire , inflame , stimulate , excite
Crossref. Syn. rouse
Similar Words galvanize , arouse , awaken


Definition 3. to cause or incite as a reaction.
Example The play provoked much criticism ; comments that provoked
a violent quarrel.
Synonyms foment , instigate , inspire , excite , cause , foster , generate
Crossref. Syn. stir , actuate , pick , occasion , incite , prompt
Similar Words produce , effect , yield , incite , prompt , activate

Related Words invite , move , dare , evoke , challenge , bother , tempt ,
encourage , defy , kindle , frenzy , precipitate , fan , irritate , tickle ,
tantalize , bug , threaten , fire , madden , engender , heckle , spur ,
antagonize , quicken , abet , lash , miff , vex , draw , anger , excite ,
persecute , prod , urge , taunt , inflame , badger , annoy

Derived Forms provoker, n. ; provokingly, adv.





Happy Happy Writing ~~~ :rose:
 
this fever induced calling, provokes
my mental state to go beyond.
decipher and calculate how many times,
how many days, how many stars
in tha heaven, blister'n blither away
into nothingness. leaving this lost child
weightless from the travel. yet,
always wishing upon that same
broken star : when, when ...



:rose:
 
When one plays off words of others, is it provoking? LOL

this fever induced calling, provokes
my mental state to go beyond.
decipher and calculate how many times,
how many days, how many stars
in tha heaven, blister'n blither away
into nothingness. leaving this lost child
weightless from the travel. yet,
always wishing upon that same
broken star : when, when ...



:rose:

Provoked,

When I look out into the grand of the Universe,
I see the stars above, the moon..
and they can't escape my view ,
for they always shine..
but there is always that one star..
the one that flickers, trying so hard to shine
sometimes to hard...
And,
I have to wonder, if that star burnt out
to a midst of nothing in the sky,..
~*~
Would the moon cry ?
~*~
And on earth , would it rain..
iridescent starlites of pain
would the ones below
would they know..
Would that moon see then
where that star had been..
that it wasn't like the others
glowing always so bright
to only escape with the dawn of first light
that it had always remained,
that flicker ... just dim..
~*~
Would the moon cry then ?
~*~
Would it wrap it's glow
around that star
that barely flickers from afar..
merely wanting to hold space
in that one great sky
wishing only to shine flickers of hope
into the moons eye
~*~
Would the moon see ?
~*~
that star will never be
the Blue Super Giants
or the Miras for view..
But it's light will always shine
through..
illuminating
from it's very
core
faith~hope~truth
out
unto that
endless
shore

~*~

In theory the 'White Dwarf' is a dying star ..
it has been said that sometimes
these dying stars mass together, and with their mass
so great they actually collapse and create a black hole,
...much like a dying soul....
Though gravity is so strong that not even light can escape..
just as life is to the soul of humans.
The light is then spewed back out into the universe
to give birth to more stars.....
and I believe, ...
That is where hope is born...
where the flicker of faith remains endlessly in the heart,
leaving traces of light
to filter the soul
~*~
So when I cast my thoughts out unto that sky
and send my wishes on a kiss to the wind..
I won't send it to the star that shines bright by far
but to that flicker...that will never end.


alot I know, but I was however, ....provoked. LOL...

:kiss:
sGp
 
Have you ever been provoked to retaliate?
but wait ... just wait
hold it
savour it
run you finger along the sharp edge
nurture it to your breast
suckled
not on tottering steps
till it is grown.
Know when it is ready
to leave your side

~

then let it
go ....
 
earlier today ...... thread hoppin'

critique


it's your day to write, critique
every word, penned. perhaps you shall
shingle layer by layer, till our crisp
center, shines. bare witness
to all, just what a good eat,
really is ....



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


perfect union



flame leery lips, learned
long ago, breath
catch, snap,
release. my venus
to his fly trap, pop' n slide
letting out tha cream.
preserved

in leafy visions of moist
waves, crested
and ridden,
laughing, lounging
this hypnotic poison,
prescribed
for the perfect union
mismatched, though it may
be.




:rose::heart:
 
Du, Sweeets & UnderYourSpell ...


Wisdom in words that do provoke not only spellbinding poetry
but thoughts, that blow one away ~~~:rose:

Nice ladies, really nice writes here ~~~



:rose::heart:
 
10-20-04 post # 444

Flash, splashhhhhhhhhhh from the past. :::::






Contrast


She had stayed in all day, waiting for me
To come in from the world and its distractions
This the quiet refuge of her taking me in
And giving herself to me so profoundly

The soft pale blue robe wrapped around her
While my work clothes still hung on me
Til she opened the silk and let it fall
And wearing nothing but a smile, she kissed me

I took her hand and led her to the room
Where she had already lit so many candles
But the dark corners held such mysteries
Like the discoveries we had found so often before

I took the bottle of oils, lavendar and rose
And looked at her again as she waited still
So small, delicate perhaps though so wild
A rose bud nestled on top of a stem of steel

My rough rugged hands soothed the oils about
Her already satin like skin from head to toe
Silent as I caressed her twice completely
Moaning as I touched the wonderous zones

Then to the chains I took her, hands and feet
spread wide and held up by the links
Steel and leather, flexible and rigid
More suited to a beast instead of this dove

Then I began taking what pleasure I craved
No thought at all to what she might desire
Though still I wanted to hear her cry
From pleasure and from torment that she loves

Time and time again I brought her to edge
Then backed away as my own climax slowly built
Til at last I let cum and cum and cum some more
Before I felt the release from my own want

Then to the bed I carried her, petite and lithe
Curled up softly and securely in my arms
And as the night sank further into darkness
We slept entwined in each other and candle light

:rose:



I just re-read this and a sudden heat wave, hit.


G r o w l ....:catroar:
 
A lil note here:

I've wanted to write sooo bad the last couple of days but I am still feeling a bit sick from ear aches and fever. I'm on the mend, never doubt it, just seems to be very slow going, and nothing gets me wound up more than wanting to write and being too tired or ill to do so, grrrrrrr.:(

So ... I've been reading oodles and oodles of the classic writes. I have posted a few here and there but I wanted to put a spotlight on this poet - Sara Teasdale has got to be one of my favorites .... just one though, lol ~~

If ya want post a favorite of yours or just sit back and read a bit. Just enjoy ~~


RF~~



~~~~~


After Parting


Oh, I have sown my love so wide
That he will find it everywhere;
It will awake him in the night,
It will enfold him in the air.

I set my shadow in his sight
And I have winged it with desire,
That it may be a cloud by day,
And in the night a shaft of fire.



~~~Sara Teasdale




:rose:
 
Houses Of Dreams


You took my empty dreams
And filled them every one
With tenderness and nobleness,
April and the sun.

The old empty dreams
Where my thoughts would throng
Are far too full of happiness
To even hold a song.

Oh, the empty dreams were dim
And the empty dreams were wide,
They were sweet and shadowy houses
Where my thoughts could hide.

But you took my dreams away
And you made them all come true --
My thoughts have no place now to play,
And nothing now to do.



~~ Sara Teasdale



~~


I better quit while I'm ahead eh ~
Now on to tha passion writes, grrrrr

:devil:
 
What,,,

Houses Of Dreams


You took my empty dreams
And filled them every one
With tenderness and nobleness,
April and the sun.

The old empty dreams
Where my thoughts would throng
Are far too full of happiness
To even hold a song.

Oh, the empty dreams were dim
And the empty dreams were wide,
They were sweet and shadowy houses
Where my thoughts could hide.

But you took my dreams away
And you made them all come true --
My thoughts have no place now to play,
And nothing now to do.



~~ Sara Teasdale



~~


I better quit while I'm ahead eh ~
Now on to tha passion writes, grrrrr

:devil:


We're sharing mood swings too?

Been down and out of it a bit the last couple. Been a rough couple of days these few past. Sometimes life does suck and does throw you a curve ball you knew was comming, and still couldn't do anything about it anyway...ya know?

Funny how we look back
and see who we once were.

Trying to become something better than that,
then sliding back into thoughts and dreams of yesterday.

Its a hard thing to overcome, even now
Even when the snows will soon melt and sunshine will come again.

I shiver with the sorrows of yesterday,
hide in places of my mind though thankfully only moments now
one here...one there.

I hate that I still do.
I hate that I can feel feelings long hidden
a past now a past that will forever remain so.
I hate putting on a smile that lies to the face that sees it.

I hate looking into the eyes and seeing behind them the depth of
something that still exists, that cannot be torn away.
No matter what I've done, how I've done it.
I cannot change what lives within me.

All I can do is accept it and somehow live with it.
 
We're sharing mood swings too?

Been down and out of it a bit the last couple. Been a rough couple of days these few past. Sometimes life does suck and does throw you a curve ball you knew was comming, and still couldn't do anything about it anyway...ya know?

Funny how we look back
and see who we once were.

Trying to become something better than that,
then sliding back into thoughts and dreams of yesterday.

Its a hard thing to overcome, even now
Even when the snows will soon melt and sunshine will come again.

I shiver with the sorrows of yesterday,
hide in places of my mind though thankfully only moments now
one here...one there.

I hate that I still do.
I hate that I can feel feelings long hidden
a past now a past that will forever remain so.
I hate putting on a smile that lies to the face that sees it.

I hate looking into the eyes and seeing behind them the depth of
something that still exists, that cannot be torn away.
No matter what I've done, how I've done it.
I cannot change what lives within me.

All I can do is accept it and somehow live with it.


Oh Honey .....

I've been on this train all week.
Take a seat. Doesn't look like I will be vacating
my chair anytime soon, lol. I am trying
to get a grip on it by looking up passion poems
BUTTTTTT I keep swinging back to the caboose
and getting choked up on tha fumes ~~
:eek::kiss::heart:
 
Well...

Oh Honey .....

I've been on this train all week.
Take a seat. Doesn't look like I will be vacating
my chair anytime soon, lol. I am trying
to get a grip on it by looking up passion poems
BUTTTTTT I keep swinging back to the caboose
and getting choked up on tha fumes ~~
:eek::kiss::heart:


Since we're sharing a seat, lets just close and lock the doors, and fuck like minks until we hear the whistle blow then.

Well...maybe even past that.
 
Since we're sharing a seat, lets just close and lock the doors, and fuck like minks until we hear the whistle blow then.

Well...maybe even past that.

Ya might wanna be careful,
I've been drooling, in all kinds'a weird places, lol ~~ :eek:
in all actuality I have. My ears, nose, throat ... weg*
grrr, hate being sick, I am such a big baby when I'm sick, lol ~~


Minks you say ? G R O W L ....

New word for tha day ...



Mink :::


Syllables: mink

Part of Speech noun

Pronunciation mIngk

Inflected Forms mink [or] minks

Definition 1. any of several small, carnivorous North American mammals
that are related to the weasel, that have short legs, partly webbed feet,
and a pointed snout, and that live near water.

Definition 2. the valuable, soft, lustrous, usu. brown fur of this animal.

Definition 3. a coat or stole made of this fur.



:rose::kiss:
 
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