Oct 26 2008

FOR ONCE…

For once… Could you for once, listen to my beckoning you? I am sinuous like an empty sound, With sobs, sighs and signs flowing towards you. In the wilderness of anguish, I was wondering And probing my mirage, of my passions. The dreams I beheld has corroded By the storm generated by, endless time. Blossomed sweetness of frangipani, in the garden, Has disappeared from [...]

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Sep 18 2008

Burned

Burned by the quantavolution of your soul, stronger than farther. Turning away from your intent, I am seared, overwhelmed with faded postcards and memories of things other people said. I, awe struck with urge, turn away still to find I orbit you in passing. I am as I always was; I stand beside infinity and weep. No wings where once was bone, memories [...]

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Jul 03 2008

Lost in thought

The little old house At the end of the lane Empty now, Things will never be the same. Once full of Laughter and happiness, Sits now in total decay Since the owners, The Berry’s have passed away. The parties and picnics That were given Remain in the memory Of those still living. Each holiday had its’ displays Thanksgiving and Christmas The most beautiful always. Funny how time and life Pass on, But good [...]

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Jun 19 2008

Lingering memories

Lingering Memories   In my youth, before my teens My fondest dream was Leave Home To sail the briny sea.   I pictured landing on foreign shores Meeting new people Who spoke a language? Unlike ours.   Explore their land See new things Eat their food And hear them sing.   Coming of age I got my wish But not in the manor I dreamt Our nation was pulled Into a war not meant.   The [...]

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Jun 06 2008

Childhood And Treehouses

Tag:Tag , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , David Pekrul @ 6:54
I’m a child of the ’50s, and when, as a boy, Had lots of ambition, but not many toys, So the forest was my playground, the trees were my space, I would rather be there than in any old place. I would live in the treetops and hide in the leaves, The boughs were my rooftop, the branches, my eaves, And [...]

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May 23 2008

Heart aches…

                   That evening, when I bid farewell to you, I could discern the love ablaze in your eyes; Crying with its mute twinge of the soul, flowing out As tear drops through the corners of your eyes. However you tried in vain, to contain those tears, The stream of intense passion came out As a cascade of nectar, breaking its waves Flailing in [...]

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May 21 2008

Vanishing dreams…

My lost dreams! you have set A throne for me full of woes My lost paradise! You have weaved a A crown of thorns for my pate. Spring and summer is gone I see the dead dried leaves in the earth Winter is cruel, though it leaves Some moisture on the leaves.. The heart is in agony For the deceit of my love My life [...]

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May 12 2008

The Dream

Tag:Tag , , , , , , , , , , , , , , tom @ 20:43
The Dream Have you ever awakened In the middle of the night All sweaty and trembling Shaking With fright? Only to realize It is just a bad dream That woke you With a loud scream. Can you remember The delight As you returned To pillow sleeping peacefully The rest of the night? Do you wonder Why such dreams occur? Was it something In past life ย Your memory bestirred? The mind is [...]

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May 11 2008

celluloid

Tag:Tag , , , , , , , , , , paisley @ 17:40
as i lie awake, at twilight in the tv’s after glow past strung out like photographs light flickering,, just so… silent movies brought to life on my minds silver screen immortalized celluloid memories things that may or may not have been… accuracy no longer matters as it all plays out in black and white our love affair edited to perfection as i lie awake, at twilight by: paisley SHARETHIS.addEntry({ title: "celluloid", url: [...]

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May 09 2008

Archipelago II

Tag:Tag , , , , , , , , , , , , , , Anne @ 21:34
Archipelago II The islands of the Aegean Archipelago Were scattered like the islands in Her memory of Helen. The largest was the landscape of love, Shared, then lost, the most populated with memories. Then on to the most craggy of the lot: Rough spots, cliff-hangers, if you will– Some that had left them dangling by a fraying rope, Some whose views from the [...]

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