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[Azuldrgon]

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[LanguageOfLove]

Fear
is of
the great unknown
why should we fear
when we can
be strong
Courage

 

[LostGirlTink]

I promised something sparkly yesterday.

 

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Good morning my friends,

I woke up this morning to find beautiful words, beautiful pictures and even roses in my thread.

What a lucky man I am!

Thank you all.

much love

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[LanguageOfLove]

What you give out you get back
You give out kindness and friendship
Great words and thoughts
So you get back lots and lots...lol

 

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The value of friends
Can't be weighed on any scales
But on a lite heart

 

[LanguageOfLove]

The value of friends
Can't be weighed on any scales
But on a lite heart

Throughout the darkness
I can finally see the light
I see beauty now

 

[LanguageOfLove]

For those that are far away
hurting, scared and afraid
What can we do, but wait
and never let friendship fade

My heart aches for you
My dear pal, my friend
The battle is winning
but you must fight to the end

I will be there for you
win or lose
that's what we do
that's what I choose

 

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A painting in green and red inside my head

No picture can ever capture this truly,
Except that burnt image you carry
where only you can see.

It can be blinding to look at the sun
But really how can you ever look away
From something so radiant,
Once you've had that first fiery taste
And the image is for ever etched,
Much reduced, on the canvas in your head.

What other image lasts so long in our memory
or effects us as deeply as the beautiful orange reds
Followed by the darkest greens inside our heads.

It can be blinding, but what a glorious last sight to see,
The last sight every day as it sinks into the sea.

 

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Weekend time now.

Bye till Monday.

Much love.

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[UnderYourSpell]

From another thread, how long do your sentences without a T have to be?'
.
Everyday, charming and sassy ladies pass you by and you're unaware

 

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From another thread, how long do your sentences without a T have to be?'

Hadn't really thought about it. long enough to be meaningful I guess.

Everyday, charming and sassy ladies pass you by and you're unaware

Oh! I like your clever words, we have begun then I guess. Friends we have a challenge, rise up and express yourselves, speak your words!

(Simple rule just don't use the letter T)

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[UnderYourSpell]

Hadn't really thought about it. long enough to be meaningful I guess.



Oh! I like your clever words, we have begun then I guess. Friends we have a challenge, rise up and express yourselves, speak your words!

(Simple rule just don't use the letter T)

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Shall I put it in a new thread, so it doesn't mess up this one?

 

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Shall I put it in a new thread, so it doesn't mess up this one?

Yes please



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Ok- so as far as poems go this one is pretty bad! In fact I'm almost embarrassed by its poor quality but the idea cracked me up so much I had to post it anyway:

To the woman who’s husband I slept with

I’m so sorry you didn’t know he was queer
But I assure you I wasn’t the first man to go there.
He’s been round the boys for a bit
I spotted him because he looks fit.
If I’d known he had a lovely wife
I would not have caused you this strife.
But your pretty hot too,
maybe I can have both of you?
So how about it sweets,
Care to go a round in the sheets?


please don't judge my abilities based on this, just my morals



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[LostGirlTink]

Just dropping by with that missing G.

 

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Just dropping by with that missing G.

Humble thanks! I will treasure it.

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You can't break true beauty, only hide it away.

A pretty thing, once loved,
Now broken and discarded,
Still has luster in my eyes.

So I'll pick it up,
Gentle for its fragile
And place it in my place of treasures.

Pretty thing,
let me pick you up,
Let me brush away the dust.

You are a treasure beyond value,
pretty thing,
Shine again for me.

 

[LostGirlTink]

You can't break true beauty, only hide it away.

A pretty thing, once loved,
Now broken and discarded,
Still has luster in my eyes.

So I'll pick it up,
Gentle for its fragile
And place it in my place of treasures.

Pretty thing,
let me pick you up,
Let me brush away the dust.

You are a treasure beyond value,
pretty thing,
Shine again for me.

I loved this.

 

[LanguageOfLove]

You can't break true beauty, only hide it away.

A pretty thing, once loved,
Now broken and discarded,
Still has luster in my eyes.

So I'll pick it up,
Gentle for its fragile
And place it in my place of treasures.

Pretty thing,
let me pick you up,
Let me brush away the dust.

You are a treasure beyond value,
pretty thing,
Shine again for me.

Aww that is lovely!

 

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Why thank you my friends! I do my best

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Annie (Underyourspell) has wonderful taste!

Well now! - I just noticed, for the first time, the the lovely gleam of true treasure hidden in Annie's signature!

Oh my but could those possibly be my favorite words from my favorite poem by one of my favorite poets?

What treasure you hide!!!!

The Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light;
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

~W. B. Yeats

sigh

Why are there so many sexy Irish men? Wouldn't you just love to hear this poem read in a lovely, rich Irish accent?

Excuse me I think I will seek a cold shower!



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Hiya everyone,

I'm having internet problems and may not be on much for a while. (its taken ten minutes to load this page)

I will also be on holiday over xmas new year so If I don't get to see you before I get back in early January I'm sending you all my love now.

Please everyone stay safe over the festive season.

I'm hoping my internet situation will improve before my holiday starts but just in case.

much love

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[Raven_Timothy]

Kyoto

I have walked this road all my life.
I have been here for a while.
I know before me is a road full of
bandits, thieves, spies, and assassins.
One or two I have met before.
And they may remember me well.
Behind me, almost to the far reaches
of my memory stands Kyoto.
It is lovely.
And I hope to make it home someday.
I know before me,
at the edge of tomorrow,
my enemy waits for me.
maybe this time,
he is ready.
And maybe this time,
he has allies.

I pray for the souls of my men,
hoping mine is in order.
As I prepare my blade
and inspect my armor,
I know my place
and that I could have
one of my Yojimbo (guards) check it for me.
But these things are old friends.
They have been with me
for all my life.
They were with me
before I earned that mare out there.
She has never thrown me,
though I've given her cause once or twice.
They were there when Kami
first picked up his spear.
His helm sits in a place of honor
to the left of my Disho (sword set or stand).
I wish he had
had it on that day.
I had them when I first saw Yabi Sam.
Her light smile and soft song
always brought fire to the blood.
I watch the last of her arrows
slide into the case, ready.
I know that they are almost as
sharp as her wit.
It brings a comfort to me.
Both will be needed tomorrow.
Even the N agamaki (horseman's sword)
that arrived from the blademaster this morning
is old to me.
It is in the blood of my ancestors
and in my blood
that I should know
it this well.

It is time to walk the tent rows.
I no longer look at the new faces.
I cannot remember when I stopped.
Now I just see something
where people sit.
I see courage, fear, honor.
And that is bravado that waves a salute
from the far side of his camp fire.
Only the old ones
have faces and names.
As brothers of war,
I cannot forget their names
or their deeds.
There is that old ronin (fallen or masterles samurai)
They say has no name.
But his name comes to my lips
all the same.
Many a man has hugged
his skirting in combat
but not many that
could stay beside him.
His lord has been gone
three years now,
if my memory serves correctly.
But he stays.
I am not sure
He remembers
anything but this.

I hear it!
The arrows coming in,
The hoof beat of the charge.
I know these things
and what comes next.
My horse is ready before I get to her.
That archer is already dropping enemy cavalry.
It may be hard to match her score this time.
But my old horse knows this game well.
Before the guards can mount,
they learn that this
is not my first defense.
They can just make out the flanks
of my mare in the fading sun.
As I reach the edge of camp,
I am pleased that my men
respond so fast
and that there are only a handful
in front of me.
New men never react well
to their first ambush
so I know that I am
in good company.

The enemy was a fool
to leave his archers
so poorly defended.
For my spearmen are the best
in all Japan.
My camp of few but well-trained hands
charge the enemy archers,
my Yojimbo veering wide to the treeline,
fearing a counterattack.
It dose not come.

Morning finds us two
on either side of a great field,
not a better place to stand.
Fearing the worst,
my advisors demand
the wounded bear arms.
They may be right.
As the sides advance to range,
the first volleys are fired.
Those who have played before
know the safest place
is on the other side of the valley.
As we meet in the middle,
it is obvious
we have the right tools
for the day's work.
And soon the enemy's ranks
are broken.
That sound of the drums
of their second wave
is sickening in my ears.
I look up the hill,
Seeing all the line as it moves
and it moves hard.
The earth as far as the eye can see
is covered in a blanket
of armored men and horses.
Today, I am Kensi ( sword saint/ samurai shock troops)
and the Daimyo (dime-you? lord general)of my clan.
Belting out our battle cry,
we charge.
The first and second of their lines falter
but only the Kensi
may push forward.
The battle rages
even to my very soul.
We push on
to our defeat.
Such is the cost to our enemy
that their children will not rase
an army like this one.

I only hope my sons are ready
To ride from their homes
To avenge these fallen.
before the towers of Kyoto see
the torchlights of our enemies.
As my eldest son finds this book,
the first lines he adds are
"I have been on this road all my life
and I know it well."


The End

Timothy The Raven
August 6, 2012

 

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*Bows Deeply*

Arigatou gozaimashita RT San.