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PandoraGlitters
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Coffee. Black and steamy.
Safe_Bet
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What's Better
TWO little girls that "cooked" tomato soup just for their mommy and cuddled with her while she ate it instead of playing outside with their friends.
(I shoo'ed them back outside when I was done. The world needs their sunshine too)
What's Good: A little girl who wants to cuddle with her mommy.
TWO little girls that "cooked" tomato soup just for their mommy and cuddled with her while she ate it instead of playing outside with their friends.
(I shoo'ed them back outside when I was done. The world needs their sunshine too)
unpredictablebijou
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Bad movie.
Good eyebrows.
Good eyebrows.
CeriseNoire
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Burning thighs and calves.
UnderYourSpell
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Sangria and sun
unpredictablebijou
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People who will benefit from my Mad Skillz.
champagne1982
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Speaking of skilz. I'm writing a story based on a certain somebody (no names mentioned but whose initials spell her name) who must've realized those mad onez at some point in life... I'm just making her do so at a northern university with a bit of a guru-ish doctorate fellow with a phd in para-psyche and yoga. - One must always include a bit of yoga in any story with big hair, big penises and no real computers...
I hope you don't mind and that you're an ass grrl.
unpredictablebijou
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*laughing, applauding*
dollface, you have made my day.
I am, rest assured, an ass girl on every possible level. Some of my best friends, in fact...
The perfessor dude sounds just like my type. And this:
One must always include a bit of yoga in any story with big hair, big penises and no real computers...
is excellent. Essential advice for writers everywhere. It's going into my sig line if I can find a way to fit it.
bj (spells my name)
(and my religion)
UnderYourSpell
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Did anything come of my story while I was away?
unpredictablebijou
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UnderYourSpell
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Can't now.... the goalposts have moved and one player is no way going to score any goals
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unpredictablebijou
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Those are extraordinary.
The second one made me cry.
Wow. Just beautiful. Thank you!
bj
The second one made me cry.
Wow. Just beautiful. Thank you!
bj
unpredictablebijou
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Equinoxe
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You are most welcome.
They are beautiful. When I first happened upon Riba a while ago, I had to share it and sent the link to a number of people. I just happened to find out yesterday that Hedgehog in the Fog was on YouTube and had to share it, too.
PandoraGlitters
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Special Plates
Rumi
Notice how each particle moves.
Notice how everyone has just arrived here
from a journey. Notice how each wants
a different food. Notice how
the stars vanish as the sun comes up,
and how all streams stream toward the ocean.
Look at the chefs preparing special plates
for everyone according to what they need.
Look at this cup that can hold the ocean.
Look at those who see the face. Look
through Shams's eyes into water
that is entirely jewels.
(Translation by Coleman Barks)
Rumi
Notice how each particle moves.
Notice how everyone has just arrived here
from a journey. Notice how each wants
a different food. Notice how
the stars vanish as the sun comes up,
and how all streams stream toward the ocean.
Look at the chefs preparing special plates
for everyone according to what they need.
Look at this cup that can hold the ocean.
Look at those who see the face. Look
through Shams's eyes into water
that is entirely jewels.
(Translation by Coleman Barks)
EilonwyKareena
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The cat loved the second one.
Perched on my lap and just watched the fish.
When it ended, he gave a purr and a mrrp.
High praise from Schroedie!
(He's a media- savvy kitty, likes Discovery Channel and Animal Planet)
Equinoxe
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He is clearly a cat with impeccable taste.
PandoraGlitters
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This is going to change.
Well. The part about American Foreign Policy. Not the part about the toilets, probably.
Well. The part about American Foreign Policy. Not the part about the toilets, probably.
PandoraGlitters
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I have a friend whose grandmother recently died. She lived into her 90s and had a good life and peaceful death. He's asking if I can recommend some poems that would be good for her funeral service. Anyone have suggestions?
HowMayIPleaseU
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Hope one of these helps...
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep by Mary Elizabeth Frye
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
(Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!)
***********************************
I Am Always With You
When I am gone, release me, let me go.
I have so many things to see and do,
You mustn't tie yourself to me with too many tears,
But be thankful we had so many good years.
I gave you my love, and you can only guess
How much you've given me in happiness.
I thank you for the love that you have shown,
But now it is time I traveled on alone.
So grieve for me a while, if grieve you must
Then let your grief be comforted by trust
That it is only for a while that we must part,
So treasure the memories within your heart.
I won't be far away for life goes on.
And if you need me, call and I will come.
Though you can't see or touch me, I will be near
And if you listen with your heart, you'll hear
All my love around you soft and clear
And then, when you come this way alone,
I'll greet you with a smile and a "Welcome Home".
************************************
Remember Me
Christina Rossetti
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more, day by day,
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
****************************
Death is nothing at all
Henry Scott Holland
Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used
Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household world that it always was,
Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It it the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,
Just around the corner.
All is well.
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep by Mary Elizabeth Frye
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
(Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!)
***********************************
I Am Always With You
When I am gone, release me, let me go.
I have so many things to see and do,
You mustn't tie yourself to me with too many tears,
But be thankful we had so many good years.
I gave you my love, and you can only guess
How much you've given me in happiness.
I thank you for the love that you have shown,
But now it is time I traveled on alone.
So grieve for me a while, if grieve you must
Then let your grief be comforted by trust
That it is only for a while that we must part,
So treasure the memories within your heart.
I won't be far away for life goes on.
And if you need me, call and I will come.
Though you can't see or touch me, I will be near
And if you listen with your heart, you'll hear
All my love around you soft and clear
And then, when you come this way alone,
I'll greet you with a smile and a "Welcome Home".
************************************
Remember Me
Christina Rossetti
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more, day by day,
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
****************************
Death is nothing at all
Henry Scott Holland
Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used
Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household world that it always was,
Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It it the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,
Just around the corner.
All is well.
PandoraGlitters
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Thank you so much, HMI. I'll pass these along. All better than the one I wrote (which is too gruesome to offer anyway: one doesn't offer one's own poems for the death of a friend's grandmother, does one?).
-Dora
-Dora
champagne1982
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Dora, You were asked to provide. Perhaps the request springs from the wish to have your words mark the sorrow.Thank you so much, HMI. I'll pass these along. All better than the one I wrote (which is too gruesome to offer anyway: one doesn't offer one's own poems for the death of a friend's grandmother, does one?).
-Dora
