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This used to be up and now it is again and NO REPLY NEEDED ! I may as well post verse to end this thread on .. ENJOY..

“ They and We” Tina ‘06
Do not turn away
Looking. At least a bit
How we match equally
In our differences.
How we mirror one another
In our common
Journey to fit in
While we cross paths.
How black and white
The Action, reaction
How much gray is made
From they and we
Passing one another
Quickly.
Do not turn away
Seeing at least once
How different you are
From the black, white,
And the gray.
In one flashing Moment
A shooting rocket
Of color spraying
Brilliant in the being.
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FUGITIVE Tina ‘06
Brightly glistening icicles hung downward,
Bound to permafrosted weathered fingers,
Soon to cry themselves into deep wonder.
Still abandoned, absence grows agitations.
Blizzard flakes, his windblown regrets, weight heavy.
In a corner sitting upright he thinks !
Lost to the reasons of past winter whys.
Holiday lights failed to charm her to return.
Whistling winds went unanswered, howled so.
Finally standing, he bursts off searching blindly.
Forever time it shall be finding her!
Now gone, icy tears of wonder, fall steady,
onto her from above . She returns joyful…
And promptly vibrantly, she redecorates!


SEASON SONNET Tina ‘06
Embrace me, as the rush begins to flow,
over taking winter’s lonely emptiness.
Calling the rested flowers from their beds…
throats of masses singing passions.
Bosom heavy magnificent replenish.
Heated breath beckons with her every summons.
Silky satin, rainbows, her bows, on the ground,
She’s a master of ballets, a mover, a shaker!
Devine resplendent visions , painting earthly canvas.
Spring is building up , to burst , to over flow,
splashing majestic brilliance to behold.
Mother nature screams to every entity…
“Hold me with welcoming open arms, now
Embrace me as the rush begins to flow!”
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Me to You
Beneath The Music
Is the rhythm
An electronic prism.
Beneath the music
Is the soul beating
My fears retreating.
Beneath the music
Answer to my wonder
Booming loud as thunder.
Beneath the music is
You you you
Me me me.
Beneath the music
Peacefully
Free free free.
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Haiku challenge Dec. 06 Tina

COPY CAT
I see you
In reaching waves too
Sea me back

POWER
Giving shines brightly
Despite the cold winteries
From your warm smiles

SLAM
Moshing on the spot
Motion in the lines and curves
Out loud poetry

GRIN
Trapped in laughter,
Pinching fingertips,
A photo of Us.

NATURAL ORDER
Moving hands,
Such loyal servants,
Father time.

WINGS
Lone steadfast boulder
Showcases a feathered friend
Pre-flight Rock Angel
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H I Tina '05

I see that sign, it’s like a clue.
Times like this are “Scooby doo”.
Is it secretly sent for only me?
Because I’m always praying to see?
Another sign from you know who,
That guides me to the safe and true.
There’s the sun reaching down,
Comfort warming up home ground
SHE Hawk posted atop this tree
Carrying thoughts for ALMIGHTY
Gratitude Grateful, over dose
HEAVEN’S singing YOU’RE so close!
Accept it’s given, never to misuse.
Allow me not to disrespect or abuse.
Thank you for this precious sight.
I’ ll keep it safe with soul and might.
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WHERE WILL I LIVE WHEN I GET BACK HOME? Tina -05

Where will I live when I’m back home by the sea?

What stands awaiting my soul inquires pure uncertainty

I know where, it will be in the past for me

I’ll dwell in spaces of my precious memory

In the here and now swimming in history

Where will I reside on this return arrival?

Here, there, go with gut towards survival

Knowledge inside called to serve having a revival.

Actions, emotions thoughts displayed in clear large vial.

Live wrapped inside blankets of old, in hope facing the denial

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Kim Tina 07 You Rock KIM!!!!!
I never really met her
Not in person, face to face
Spoken conversation never
Just a short scramble
Of words jotted in place
Now and then, there and here
2 days before the end of the year
A tiny bit longer to get threw
The greatest doc she ever knew
AMEN on that I say…
She’ll never hear she’s to far away.
2 days before the end of the year…
May endless good fortune shine,
Heavy on this brave courageous dear!
Nope I never really met her,
But we both are hunting down a cure.
Or a secret remedy to pass on
To the many who sadly struggle along.
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MUSE
Trying to walk
A narrow line
With determination
That transcends all time
Pushing pen to paper
Weaving a quilt of ink
Simple line
Expressing all that I think
Thoughts of peace and love
War and hate
An endless chase
That shall never abate
Besieging thought with
My weapon of choice
A pen my actions
My words my voice
And if someday
I should leave this place
I hope you will remember
Not my face
But my expression
Of all that is true
Of me, my thoughts
Of the world, of you
Because not all is reveled
In exterior alone
So much can be seen
Once the surface is gone
So live and breathe
Hope and dream
And view all things
Yet to be seen.
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The meaning of life poetry challenge Tina 05
ME
Love to them, love from me.
Have compassion peace patience.
Accepting that every and
All things are different. Ugly
With beautiful in all things.
Space allowing open mind.
Contributing some small way.
Helping make it, passing time.
Creative pretending mind,
Struggle, suffer, preserve.
Death decaying into new.
Seeds from me seeds of you.
A gumbo of emotions,
I must control and master.
Ghost rider traveling on.
Half of us laughing out
While half of us cry red tears.
The meaning of life for me?
Witness at different angles
Recreate on paper.
The movies from my mind,
With poetry as my gift.
Knowing death is just a breath
Away waiting for my soul.

Last edited by Burntmarshmallow; 02-27-2007 at 04:39 PM. Reason: to post some poetry rather then have a disaggrement posted up here
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