Posted on 08/28/2005 2:26:23 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
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gambling for its legs..
Oh dear, sorry for the goof.
By Night Shes Magic
With easy grace she walks the night, along a sylvan shore.
A whisper of the moment, her laughter a soft caress to night.
She dances in moon dappled waters, her steps music of her heart evermore .
Her beauty a dream, sweet the moment of her being, so perfect, so right .
In the night she is a different woman, a spirit of heart and soul you see.
Alive in a way she doesnt even notice, aware only of the night.
Touching all around her with magic, she never sees her gift to me.
Wonder is the only word that comes close, to her perfection so right.
Fire of the Hearts
Sweet your eyes this precious night,
your breath a fire upon my skin.
Your hands explore me like old friends so light,
touching, teasing me to new heights again.
We burn in a single flame that welds us as one,
our breaths like bellows to the forge, rasp with our heat.
Your nails leave tracks of passion on my back, and they do run,
but I feel them not in this moment so shattering sweet.
Gasping on the edge of obliteration, we embrace,
and hold this second's span as long as we can.
To fall in tumbling collapse upon the sheets, to end the race,
and find the peace of satisfaction so previously ban.
Not Home for the Season
Christmas spent in a far and foreign land,
with a heart so far from loved ones dear.
Close your eyes, you are there, near to hand,
and fill your heart with more then daily fear.
Songs of this season fill the faraway mind,
and words spring to lips with soft sweet rhyme.
Still you know the feeling of this season kind,
and we do remember others from a better time.
A nations duty called, you with honor did obey,
know we honor your absence from us here, we pray.
You are heroes worthy of honors piled high this day,
know in truth we are so proud of you in every way!
The Christmas poem above is early so it reminds us to remember those so far from home, BEFORE the season's here. Please, if you have a letter you can write, or want to help send a package to a service man or woman for the season, please check out proudpatriots.org and help us to make just one other soul feel the Christmas spirit a bit more then they do being 10,000 miles from home and hearth. I've been there, the days can feel awfully hollow, empty of all that the season is to reflect. This old Vet asks your help, before the bustle of the season makes getting letters and packages difficult to send.
Hello WJ, Thank you so much for the reminder to us to remember our troops every day and especially at holiday time. WWW.proudpatriots.org
The Christmas poem is lovely.
Morning, whew, fires are blazing in the Lair. Glad I snuck off to bed early. LOL
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Morning, Sam.
Love this poem, the topic is so basic... written to the heartbeat of water, waves and life.
Have a good one Sam.
No critics, please. :-)
LOL, good to see you once again in the Lair.
Cute haiku, you!!
I just wrote this last night after I watched "A Day In June" and "Hills Are For Heroes" on video. I was so touched that I wrote down what I felt as I viewed these shows. This poem is what Jo D. would call a "brain dump" meaning it came straight from my head to the paper, with little revision or concentration. Give me some feedback if you have any comments.
I have a little more free time again. ;-)
"They Died As Men"
That's one hell of a poem my friend, it has depth.
Here's another viewpoint
Some Nights Are Harder
Remembering is hard sometimes,
echoes, echoes, paths we have trod.
Old dreams and nightmares chime,
recalling pathos on the path to God.
Old names and faces etched into times flow,
come back with sadness, their passing reminds.
There is a named wall deep inside you know,
I visit it sometime, there in all Vets minds.
Old tears, old pains, and old aches of the soul,
age us and gage us to a fine point indeed.
Quiet old men with memories still too whole,
recalling the heartbreaks, the last bitter seed.
Part of the cost we carry inside, a hard price to bear,
yet we honor those who we had to lose there.
We remember them often, and it lays our souls bare,
old soldiers, and sailors, and airmen still care.
Thats why we honor the ones who stand there now,
we know the weight that they carry, as we did before.
They are our heroes and we share their Tao,
supporting them where others treated us like whores.
Honor the ones who stand there for you,
they stand tall and unbowed to be there at all.
Let none be forgotten and all that they do,
give them their dues for answering that call.
"They Died As Men"
Hell of a pome my friend, it has depth.
Here is another viewpoint.
Some Nights Are Harder
Remembering is hard sometimes,
echoes, echoes, paths we have trod.
Old dreams and nightmares chime,
recalling pathos on the path to God.
Old names and faces etched into times flow,
come back with sadness, their passing reminds.
There is a named wall deep inside you know,
I visit it sometime, there in all Vets minds.
Old tears, old pains, and old aches of the soul,
age us and gage us to a fine point indeed.
Quiet old men with memories still too whole,
recalling the heartbreaks, the last bitter seed.
Part of the cost we carry inside, a hard price to bear,
yet we honor those who we had to lose there.
We remember them often, and it lays our souls bare,
old soldiers, and sailors, and airmen still care.
Thats why we honor the ones who stand there now,
we know the weight that they carry, as we did before.
They are our heroes and we share their Tao,
supporting them where others treated us like whores.
Honor the ones who stand there for you,
they stand tall and unbowed to be there at all.
Let none be forgotten and all that they do,
give them their dues for answering that call.
Not sure why there are two postings, I guess my computer hiccuped after that last beer.
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