Posted on 11/24/2003 9:52:48 AM PST by January24th
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He descanted and delimited
in candle light and linen
the wine decanted between
the subject and dessert ,
separating vintners sludge
from vintage
and dulling
the keen steel
of the sharper tongues,
advantageous to the discourse
but perilous to the damask.
TTFN LOL
HOWL!!!!!!! LOL
I see I can't go on vacation without this place getting rowdy! Thanks for all the beauty and fun, ladies!
:O)
i'm alone
in a cloud
of frog rasps
wooden veranda
variety
watching
vapor lights
winking
at tomorrow
I think my Father had a better life than that for which he was prepared. And, he's not yet done....
You know, don't you, Camachee that is a beautiful poem.
my love
lives
in a echo
on the wind
in my ocean
of salty tears
my seas are blue
Catch and release
I love you has
gone down the falls
and echoes in
the canyon walls
circling in
the whirlpools
and backwaters
deposited with the
flotsam and the jetsam.
It has swirled a whisper
in the rills and surfaced
rippling the pools and stills
hiding in the sheltering riffles
foaming in the rocky
wantsam and getsam
and casting at noon
it hookesam and netsam.
soaring against
the sandstone needles,
bitten by sand fleas
stung by beetles,
leaving its memory on
willowed reaches
and tracking its history
on the sanded beaches
keeping its coursing for the night
parting at dawn to greet the light
writing its riparian text,
for whomever would
try next.
Letting go
The leaf abandons
its perch against the sky
and settles upon its own
reflection in the pond
dancing before the wind
self partnered in the rippled
island that it makes
of itself and itself again
it moves along
untethered
from its origin
of sturdy trunk
and waving limb,
skittering over
the impression
of what it left
behind.
All’s fair in love and war
I think it would be scary
to have a date with Mr. Kerry
when yes means no and no means yes
no deed has a consequence
unless of course we can dissect
the deedor from deedee.
For if you ask him “may I proceed”
and he says “go, oh go, do please”
and you have a document
with procedure defined
and each step agreed,
still when the heat of passion cools
and present him with his permission
see here good sir, this is where you signed
he will say he changed his mind
and ex-post-facto declined
each one of those advances
because what matters most is the nuance
of those who take no chances
comme les francaises who do it best
yes of no, the no of yes,
So nothing’s lost for Mr. K
for he can always say,
“I was just so carried away
I could not read my own mind
never mind your lying lines
that committed me to our indiscretion
t’was you who undid me and my dignity
the fault is yours and I am
hereby reclaiming my virginity.
And now today after our junction
I find I have more compunction
than I had in love’s embrace
I do not own my post- tristesse
and had no hand in my distress
you are the cad to my disgrace.
I’m suing you for date rape.”
Just.Brilliant. Too bad we can't line you up for a debate with JFK.
(deedor and deedee...tee hee!)
You do keep it interesting around here. Thanks!
when did i
reduce
mother goose
to the modern
gruel
of reality
we shared
a place
a palace
a red-roofed shack
secure
and secluded
among white clouds
and the affluence
of a valley view
A man does what he can 'til his destiny is revealed.
Post #635
Simply beautiful.
maroon wall
overhaul
jazz song
silent
sharing
black
and white
wanting
Morning light
strikes the wall
sunbeams play tag
with escaping dew
and
her sweet aroma
lingers on the patio
mingling with the
scent of fresh
brewed coffee
bacon sizzling
in the pan
promise of a
sepia sunset
a black velvet night
filled with romance
dancing with the stars
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