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quasar said:
I do not know what I would do without this thread to participate in. I would become a boring zen master or something.
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and here I thought you were already a zen master <grin
 
ty you Art and Quasar, Sugarmountain and Rhymefairy

My Erotic Trail said:
and here I thought you were already a zen master <grin
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your support means alot...hope to feel up to stuff soon...

ART...big hugs to your mum...luvs ...to you all blue

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The Pack

Rain gathers on blue chips
of sunbeams.
Wolves run on the
edge of flaming fields
as moonlite burns their dusty trail.
Fractured phantoms dwell
in empty ruins , heartbeats heard
pounding in the rain..

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bluerains said:
your support means alot...hope to feel up to stuff soon...

ART...big hugs to your mum...luvs ...to you all blue

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Thanks Blue~

mom made it through surgery, triple by-pass
they are shooting for letting her go home monday
perhaps even the weekend, I am as tired as a butterfly flapping in a hurricane <grin so tonight, I am home, relaxing, no visits to hospital this day, my brothers going today and looks like she is going to be good as new, a woman with brand new batteries <grin any way thanks for your support and hugs sweetie, they meant a lot

Art~
 
Blue heaven

Me and Miles, almost blue

rush a river of emotion
swirl in confused currents
intent upon reaching you
to fathom the depth
touch the valleys of your ocean

to pulse with your tides
share the deep azure,
crystal aqua aquifers
spring from fissures
where monsters of the past reside

I become your ebb and flow,
inseperable part salt part fresh
one flesh spread inundating
eons of confusion, washed away
we play porpoise like
ride the froth, skirt the undertow
 
magic in magnetics...

tungtied2u said:
Me and Miles, almost blue

rush a river of emotion
swirl in confused currents
intent upon reaching you
to fathom the depth
touch the valleys of your ocean

to pulse with your tides
share the deep azure,
crystal aqua aquifers
spring from fissures
where monsters of the past reside

I become your ebb and flow,
inseperable part salt part fresh
one flesh spread inundating
eons of confusion, washed away
we play porpoise like
ride the froth, skirt the undertow
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to see the visuals in this is to feel ,

to become one
breathing to and fro
in out up and down
 
My Erotic Trail said:
snicker'snort
now that's funny <grin
been raining coons and crows here
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A coon chasin' crow ...

is like anything like eating crow?

missing everyone
... thinking I might hav'ta write a bit
and see what pops into mind~

:rose:
 
Hard at work
sitting in blue lace knickers
knee beneath desk
designs in mind
but not of the workplace kind

instead, knees spread
zipper pulled down, fingers
busy doing double duty
typing and stroking
quick and nimble

I shut my eyes
feel your tongue
in my schemes
it would be you
instead of just dreams
making my day
 
sugarmountain said:
Hard at work
sitting in blue lace knickers
knee beneath desk
designs in mind
but not of the workplace kind

instead, knees spread
zipper pulled down, fingers
busy doing double duty
typing and stroking
quick and nimble

I shut my eyes
feel your tongue
in my schemes
it would be you
instead of just dreams
making my day
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knickers are sweet
pressed , starched and pleat
bring me,
those eyes innocent
void of spin
 
this poem made me think of this thread ~


Summer Sun

Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven with repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.

Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.

The dusty attic spider-clad
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.

Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy's inmost nook.

Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes.


~~ Robert Louis Stevenson
 
Grace

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I watched, as you gathered
patched up pieces of your
world.
I whispered, "breathe",
knowing all the while
teardrops would drown your
soul with each gasp.
Yet, I clung to the hope
that a faint breeze would
sweep each broken
sliver into the silent
wind of yesterday,
planting your
vision in the eyes
of tomorrow just
so I could walk
in your fields of blue
once more...
 
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bluerains said:
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while planting your
vision in the eyes
of tomorrow just
so I could walk
in your fields of blue
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the illustration and the poem are fabulous
but these lines here, stuck to the heart like peanut butter to the roof of my mouth <grin nice write
 
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If my heart had wings,
I would fly a field of clover
to find your lucky leaf.

And if I could change
to corvid,
I would cover your
tinged night
with my array.

As yet, I am only a
winged dream sent into
the lightest parts
of your mind,
sharing your darkest
blue.
 
bluerains said:
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If my heart had wings,
I would fly a field of clover
to find your lucky leaf.

And if I could change
to corvid,
I would cover your
tinged night
with my array.

As yet, I am only a
winged dream sent into
the lightest parts
of your mind,
sharing your darkest
blue.
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alluring as a falling feather! (~_~)
 
feathers flicking, swipe
swipe. softly plummeting,
urging me over the edge.
falling from amazement
into abandonments cup
overflowed
brimming me over
over ...
 
Good communication is 80% listening. When a conversation consists of 100% listening by both parties, you have enlightened dialogue. Is it the sound of silence?
 
My Erotic Trail said:
Good communication is 80% listening. When a conversation consists of 100% listening by both parties, you have enlightened dialogue. Is it the sound of silence?
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not when screaming cicadas break the peace


:rose:
 
wildsweetone said:
not when screaming cicadas break the peace


:rose:
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I agree, I am told so many times that I should not be out in the country all alone and rarely watch TV, so they seem to think it is too quiet. I disagree, the crickets and bull frogs in the pond and ducks on the river and doves calling at dusk, a bass splashes in the river... it is never quiet <grin good point wild~ (~_*)
 
Tetra, The Dragon

unlucky pun..and such...just thoughts migrating...saying fuck the proper english..what can I say in this ..a verbage of mind meld...big sigh

Should we breathe you outside
the shadow of seashores,
would we vanish beyond the
veil of intuition, our senses shadowed
in your melancholy?
Would salvation be swallowed
by the blood of man , knowing
their creation sailed ,
pearls highjacked
in liquid crystal memory ..
Would there be any
ME , left behind, in a morphed
aftermath of revelation.
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