Tag: living
group name: godswill05
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March 02, 2006 05:12 PM EST --
On the hem of creation, a distant bold blossom pulsed up and the earth began to arise and awaken.
I sat among sea roses hanging over camel colored sand which shuffled to . . . more
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November 06, 2006 04:28 PM EST --
A slow waltz,
A turn here, a slide there,
A wish for the music to never end.
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December 11, 2006 06:56 PM EST --
There are those who know nothing of Christmas spirit and all its meaning.
They are the forgotten who have slipped beyond the sight of the world.
Alcoholics, drug addicts, prostitutes, street children. . . . more
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July 23, 2006 08:48 AM EDT --
Ode to Morning
Unrushed Sunday mornings,
Moving slowly . . . more
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October 23, 2006 12:58 AM EDT --
In the self another self
An eye that merely observes
Like a camera catches a pose
It doesn't judge it only shows
In the self another self
A lover reaching out . . . more
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February 06, 2006 05:01 PM EST --
No more cryin
No more crying
No more cryin little one.
No more cryin
No more cryin
No more cryin little one.
Mama loves you
Mama loves you
Mama loves her little one
Mama loves you
Mama loves . . . more
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September 06, 2006 04:14 PM EDT --
Slow Down
My baby boy will be twenty nine in eleven more days.
I am not old enough to have a son that old.
His baby boy started pre-school today, following
behind his older sisters, the baby . . . more
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September 17, 2006 07:16 AM EDT --
Sun Salutation
I lay in wait for the chirps of the
first morning birds,
a sense of anticipation and hope
in the dawn of a new day
draws me out of bed to the
fog of an early Fall morning. . . . more
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December 20, 2006 11:52 PM EST --
See the fire burning night
to ward off chill on Christmas night.
No fireplace for those gathered here
smelling of rum and cheap-made beer.
Smell of pine fills the chilly air
as it . . . more
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July 05, 2006 09:06 PM EDT --
There is a loneliness that comes with a new attraction,
a reminder of closeness, kind words, intimate secrets,
of loves come and gone and mourned in the dark
spaces of nights spent . . . more
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March 15, 2006 06:18 PM EST --
I want to thank you Gather-Guys
For Reading-In on me
I want to thank you Gather-Guys
Your words are dear to me
I read your stories words and quips
Poems, thoughts and rants,
words that cross . . . more
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June 08, 2006 08:46 AM EDT --
Where do skinny women put their children?
I mean, how do you carry a child when you have
no hips on which to rest his sweet bum?
How . . . more
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October 02, 2006 09:59 PM EDT --
If not in the midst
of God's most peaceful people
can violence be
kept away, where then is it
that safety will find itself?
Will madmen with guns
violate our every
place where . . . more
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July 27, 2006 01:33 PM EDT --
So much is lovely
in the course of a day;
Do we see it?
So much beauty
in the trees and the skies,
the sound of birds singing
as we live our lives.
We run to and fro,
pass it by . . . more
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August 23, 2006 02:01 PM EDT --
In the midst of life,
I am blessed with true love;
It cools like summer rain,
bears fragrance like hyacinths in springtime,
gives warmth on a cold winter's day,
and nourishes me when I am feeling . . . more
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July 16, 2006 10:45 AM EDT --
Forest Drums
The dark brown soil beneath my feet
smells of the leaves of a hundred years.
I move slowing over rocks and through
the trees that tower above me as the
heavy dampness . . . more
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October 28, 2006 06:58 AM EDT --
first hint of morning
rosy fingers reach across sky
paper thumps on porch
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October 22, 2006 03:26 PM EDT --
Getting Lost
I have been many places and taken many turns
on highways leading to open spaces or dirt roads
under canopies of trees that would lead others to
fear they are lost and hopelessly turned . . . more
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August 24, 2006 09:19 AM EDT --
My heart has been calling out to you for the past day
and I wonder if you can feel it over the miles and years
that have become between us.
Do you remember the rainy nights of skin on . . . more
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September 10, 2006 05:00 PM EDT --
A songbird sings
her sweet little song,
she worries not who hears;
Unlike us ,
who so often hide our talents
underneath our fears;
Oh, that we could step out
in faith
to be all that we . . . more
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