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You and me ourselves both are here,
A man and a woman growing together.
A poem of nature and a bit of moosh thrown in. This is a channeling on the summer solstice evening. Quite amazing, I want to share what I heard. My days seem to end here lately before they get started. I'm saying good night as I am saying good morning and to think I just wrote a poem called "L... for every person who has a wounded silent child within...this is for you <3 <bgsound src = ''http://www.geocities.com/mawardewi/FromThisMomentOnRobertWade.mid ''hidden loop=-1> Sometimes we blame the person that hurt us, but sometimes we should thank them too. Before the country's back is completely broken in half, is it not time we awakened from our slumber and really did something about the duplicitous cou... A Valentine poem with this special day around the corner. We are always asking, wondering and assuring our love in one way or another. Mine are usuall... <font color "red" face = "verdana" size2><b><center>
All we see are stars and stripes
But it represents so much more....
If our Amer... Rejection is the salt that someone throwns inside the wound, but that''s another feeling who''s the killer... I believe in the possibility that we have hung out for several lifetimes-possibly with the same folks in different roles This poem animates the complexities of spirits dwelling one into the other.
It is love's own puzzle.
Happy Saint Valentine's Day!
Susan*
Keep getting it out there, People! :)) You just never know which of your poems might be given further wings to fly!
I am reposting here a tender l... "When one became another's answered prayer" A Poem of introspect as to why I am "loved"........... When you are truly loved and accepted, it is so easy for happiness to follow you. <bgsound src = 'http://www.thestarlitecafe.com/midi/dreaming.mid 'hidden loop=-1>
It seems we’ve invented and encouraged a relatively new norm: Getting along means endless “all-in” poker table moves.
Every morning we go through the same thing as I watch Fred silently slip out of bed with the warning as he sees me peeping at him not to think about... (so not about sex i know how you can mistake it)
*it's funny how i get caught-up in sounds
how i get caught-up in the color black
how i dream of the m... He's not the typical sweetheart, but then, it takes more than wine and roses to make me happy! Keep writing my life. What you are saying makes mine beautiful. :) This poem is for my friend Raelynn. Thank you for accepting my tears, smiles and laughter but most of all for being my friend. Thank you for being the... This poem is written for my husband. He has left this morning for the ride of his life as he says. Him and his friend Lloyd are gone on a road trip an... I wrote this for Kate and my parents 50th anniversary. Dad used to tell Mom, "Honey, you''re the one!" |
