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Old 03-31-2007, 04:31 PM
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c-girl this IS my FAVORITE poem you have made! I really relate to the whole thing so much in many ways! I used to think I wouldnt write much when I was in good happy moods , BUT I STILL DO ANYHOW! to mark on paper the good things so when I want or need to on a bad day ... there they are waiting for me to read and remember sunshine of a day past.. sorta if you get what I meen. like a photo alblum only its my poems. maybe you will still write now and then ya never know . WE hope so .
Peace Love and Poetry!
BMW


p.s. it is spring go to my thread "some of my works" and read my one about ... ha never mind I cut and pasted them for you. ENJOY THE SPRING TIME. Again great poem Tops!!! Thanks for sharing it and all your others c-girl.

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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