Good morning everyone.
Posted on 08/28/2005 2:26:23 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
MS.B. you must read this poem. *HUGS*
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Lovely, John..
Thank you for the PING Ms.Feather..
Ms.B
Perhaps this might interest your consideration.
Romance from Her Side
She dreams of that perfect romance by a soft burning fire,
that takes her by storm until her senses are sated and spent.
Her needs filled to perfection, her inner fire fed ever higher,
until only silence, breathing, feelings are left, her needs unspent.
Her moment of surrender as perfect as a surreal dream,
filled to overflowing with sensations like a tidal wave.
Sweet moment to recall in her mind when she so deems,
treasured images to carry her on, her needs to lave
Good afternoon Queenie!!
*HUGS*
Hi My Little Diva!! *HUGS*
We had a light frost in Tahiti this morning. Furnace is running, Queenie had 4 blankets on last night. Burr. Gorgeous day today.
Hmmm..seems to me that you could get that drama at home. Maybe it's time to pack up and leave Tahiti as soon as possible. LOL!
*HUGS*
Good afternoon from cloudy and mild Oregon. Are you still on the road?
Evening snippy, stationary in MO for the time being. Leaving Monday for the Empire State.
Pete Fountain - Al Hirt
music floats from Bourbon Steet
salad days of youth
hope
drive-in theaters
Dracula like mosquitoes
ouch - never again
hope
LOL, I feel like Dracula has drained me.
Good night dear lady.
LOL!!! . . . Good night Miss Feather . . . .see you tomorrow.
The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; -on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanch'd land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.
Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.
The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
by Matthew Arnold (1822-88)
Good night everyone . . .see you tomorrow.
Those old Delta Blues still haunting my memory lie buried in silt
Thank you Hope for this poem.
Rest well dear friend.
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