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Posted on 04/24/2006 8:55:04 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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Mernin', Ms Feather!
Merning to you Tom.
Good morning to you, dangerous one. ;)
Oh WOW, this graphic is wonderful!
Good afternoon to you Lady.
I feel bad that I haven't responded to your G'mornin's. I've been away from my computer though. It always peaks my interest to see "new posts to you" printed in red. Since I've been away for awhile, the only new posts for the last few days were....your G'mornin's!
Thanks for thinking of me. Have a wonderful day yourself.
Sincerely
Hi Scubie, nice to see you!
No need to feel bad, glad to have you stop around when you can. ;)
Good Evening, BF!
What a gorgeous bouquet - you did that just for me with all the blues and purples, did you? Yeah, right! I love it anyway - thanks!
Have a great night!
Hi Judy!
Why yes, somehow I knew those were your favourite colours.
Nice to see you.
Have a great evening.;)
LOL!
Hi there Poet, how goes it??
Looks to be some fierce cats there...oh I would not want them after me.
It goes fine, up practicing walking in this &&^^%%$$## Knee Imobilizer (strightjacket for the knee) and a cane! YAAAAAAY!!
Put another two chapters in the new book, and feeling pretty darn good!
And for the ladies,
Once Again With Tenderness
Have you ever considered your lover’s breath as a soul’s caress,
as it oh so very softly grazes your love dampened skin?
Its a sort of soft touch that’s more intimate and blessed,
for its the very life of her given softly to you in love again.
Its warm from within her, escaping to slide across you,
touching nerves once drawn tight, and beginning to come alive.
Its a caress, and an invitation to kiss those waiting lips, oh do,
bring her back to passion’s peak with all the sweetness you can contrive.
Match her breath for breath, move for move, until there’s only the two of you,
riding on the top of the hurling wave that carries you to the waiting shore.
Surrender to the crash of Passion’s wave, fall exhausted to the sands as two,
bound by fusion of souls and bodies into oneness you’ll share forever more.
Enfold her in your arms, your legs entwined, and sharing closeness now,
let there be no separation, no loss of warmth, bonding in love sublime.
Share joy, the heat of love, the soft surrender to Love’s demands, do bow,
reap the depths of your feelings true, reflected in her, so clear at this moment in time.
Whoa, what a passion filled poem. Really great work.
It's so good to see poetry here other than mine and the classics. ;) Ya think I am getting to be a classic?? LOL!
Ah, you're walking. Wonderful!! Writing too, terrific.
I was out in the Garden of Glen Gaul Way today hoping for a visit from the muse. All I got was dandelions weeds and fiddle head ferns dug out of the yard. I love the ferns, but they are taking over the little space I have. I gave them to my daughter she has wanted some for years.
Had a thought for the Garden of Glen Gaul Way, sit down and write a description of the land as if you were creating it for a book. The clearer you see the land and the people, the better you can write about it, and the more colorful and visual you will write of it. I did this for the trilogy, and it really helped in visualizing and writing.
Oh I know Glen Gaul Way very well. It was created out there in the garden. I do like your suggestion and will consider doing just that.
I have to have an empty mind, and just the right atmosphere to create in. Sometimes it's easier to shake the scales away for creating than other times.
There was a chill in the air today --guess it must have steered away the muse. She likes warm breezes in the glen. ;)
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