Posted on 08/28/2005 2:26:23 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
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Hope, Johnn is gonna throw another log on the fire!! Drag yourself in here. LOL
The Lair is a blazing!! LOL Got some bacon and some beans??
Jerry Jeff Walker....
Your a sly one my friend, and a master of words!
(And I bet those two have been your challenge and joy)
Whew, all that and now I gotta do the laundry!! LOL
Can't stand sweat soaked sheets.
Well if its that warm, I'll try to tone it down a bit.
Beachcomber
May I live down by the sounding sea,
where the gulls dance on the air to piercing cries.
Some sandy cave along the shore my home to be,
where I welcome all to truth and to banish lies.
A warm and gentle place beside the singing sea,
where waves race across the sand and back in rhythmic play.
The wind adds a player to any game and I laugh so free,
for here hearts are open to all the treasures found this day.
Tide pool worlds without end, from which Nature collects her share,
and I catalog them all for fun, before lunch takes me away this sweet day..
Like a Sandpiper sand dancing without a single care,
my spirit soars with joy to music only I can hear
Sorry, grabbed the rough draft again, my mind must be on the edge again ;^)
Here is the finished one,sorry
Beachcomber
May I live down by the sounding sea,
where the gulls dance on the air to piercing cries.
Some sandy cave along the shore my home to be,
where I welcome all to truth and to banish lies.
A warm and gentle place beside the singing sea,
where waves race across the sand and back in rhythmic play.
The wind adds a player to any game and I laugh so free,
for here hearts are open to all the treasures found this day.
Tide pool worlds without end, from which Nature collects her share,
and I catalog them all for fun, before lunch takes me away.
Like a Sandpiper sand dancing without a single care,
my spirit soars with joy to music only I can hear this sweet day.
Oh my gosh, this is a beautiful poem. Very rich in content and imagery.
flashing neon
noisy city sounds
drowning out the blues
bf
I'm in.
"Oh my gosh, this is a beautiful poem. Very rich in content and imagery."
And no tampering with the Lair thermostat either. ;^)
LOL . . . he's the Master of heating up The Lair for sure!!!
Good evening, Hope, have you cooled down yet?? LOL
bf
whiskey honed warblers
trill sad songs by candlelight
boozy blues singers
hope
Oh yes, in more ways than one . . . ;-) . . . our high today was in the fifty's with rain . . . quite a contrast from yesterday with temps in the upper 90's.
Sorry, I forgot to ping y'all to #774
Red lips are not so red
As the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
Kindness of wooed and wooer
Seems shame to their love pure.
O Love, your eyes lose lure
When I behold eyes blinded in my stead!
Your slender attitude
Trembles not exquisite like limbs knife-skewed,
Rolling and rolling there
Where God seems not to care;
Till the fierce love they bear
Cramps them in death's extreme decrepitude.
Your voice sings not so soft,-
Though even as wind murmuring through raftered loft,-
Your dear voice is not dear,
Gentle, and evening clear,
As theirs whom none now hear,
Now earth has stopped their piteous mouths that coughed.
Heart, you were never hot
Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot;
And though your hand be pale,
Paler are all which trail
Your cross through flame and hail:
Weep, you may weep, for you may touch them not.
by Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)
Goodnight Miss Feather and Fellow Lairites . . . . . . see you tomorrow.
See, I DON'T have to write the hot stuff. ;>)
Dance to Morning
She dances in the light of Dawn, golden glow on her skin.
Like water in the rapids, she moves upon the wind.
Soft movements in time, to heartbeat and the musics spin.
The sun paints her in molten gold, fire her souls whirlwind.
Dancer, dancer you are the moving prayer to morning again.
You draw it forth, your love, and I am envy thin-skinned.
Jealous and afraid to say I watch you, my heart unpinned.
Each day you dance, I dream you dance for me, my friend.
Oh Elegant. Lovely poem.
Greater Love
Wonderful poem, Hope.
Prayers for Old Sarge, and Afghan Man. May they all come home to their loved ones safe and sound.
HUGS dear lady, and good night.
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