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#5321 Nov 13, 2013
i remember this thread..

easy now.

pulling this out of my hat.



Gypsy Love Song

Release the Autumn Gypsy,
O golden harvest moon
She longs to paint the season,
Rich in festive ornate hues
Jack Frost comes to play for her,
a cheery little tune
and dance with Autumn Gypsy,
beneath the harvest moon

someone once wrote.

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#5322 Nov 15, 2013
we need some input.....

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#5324 Nov 16, 2013
Tech_Bro wrote:
i remember this thread..
easy now.
pulling this out of my hat.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v =dBXblFsl6UgXX
Gypsy Love Song
Release the Autumn Gypsy,
O golden harvest moon
She longs to paint the season,
Rich in festive ornate hues
Jack Frost comes to play for her,
a cheery little tune
and dance with Autumn Gypsy,
beneath the harvest moon
someone once wrote.
"Tears, Idle Tears"

~Alfred Lord Tennyson

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather in the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.

Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!

http://www.youtube.com/watch...

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#5325 Jan 10, 2014
January breeze

snowbird, whistles on tree top

where did x-mass go?

http://youtu.be/bilXFudh_is
Ami in Miami

Miami, FL

#5326 Apr 16, 2014
cute guys wrote:
<quoted text>I'm sorry......
You sure are...the sorriest.
Ozzie

Concord, CA

#5329 Jul 11, 2014


yours..

~Oz

We lack, yet cannot fix upon the lack:
Not this, nor that; yet somewhat, certainly.
We see the things we do not yearn to see.

~Christina Rossetti

“Good Morning Friends ”

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Since: Mar 12

:o)..SMILE..(o:

#5330 Jul 11, 2014
I may not say everything perfectly. I may not do everything perfectly , but if my heart is in the right place, and I try my best , then I am okay with that..but no one is perfect...
Ozzie

Concord, CA

#5331 Jul 11, 2014
a old friend once wrote..

"But I saw its heart beat eternal."

'Place of the Salamander' by Yves Bonnefoy

bowing deeply..

~Oz
Adrian DeVine

Brisbane, Australia

#5333 Jul 30, 2014
stacked and proud wrote:
we need some input.....
All summer long, I waited for the night
to drive out in the unexpected gold
of beech woods, and those lighted homesteads, set
like kindling in the crease-lines of the dark,

catching a glimpse, from the road, of huddled dogs
and sleepless cattle, mustered in a yard
as one flesh, heads
like lanterns, swaying, full of muddled light;

light from the houses television blue,
a constant flicker, like the run of thought
that keeps us from ourselves, although it seems
to kindle us, and make us plausible,

creatures of habit, ready to click
into motion. All summer long,
I knew it had something to do
with looking again, how something behind the light

had gone unnoticed; how the bloom on things
is always visible, a muddled patina
of age and colour, twinned with light or shade
and hiding the source of itself, in its drowned familiar.
Adrian DeVine

Brisbane, Australia

#5334 Jul 30, 2014
See –
a green breast
in a green field,
aureole sandy-rimmed,
the nipple leaking a pale trail
to hidden chambers where,
on dank dark walls,
the straight-branched runes
of intrepid Vikings
recorded births and deaths,
the passing of days;
inscribed their conquests;
totted up the loot;
revealed, in this treeless place,
a month's mind
for the forests and fjords of home;
lamented the abandonment
of sweethearts
and family
for so much squalling wildness
where, when
the dragon boats moved on,
their tongue
took root and sprouted
from invaded soil
green words for
Father, Daughter, Bread.

“Good Morning Friends ”

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Since: Mar 12

:o)..SMILE..(o:

#5335 Jul 30, 2014
I want to be the girl who makes your bad days better, and the one that makes you say" My life has changed since I met her"!!!!
Ozzie

Concord, CA

#5337 Aug 11, 2014
Haiku-Earth

Heading somewhere new
The soft delicious passion
Of the tantalizing core

~Lisa C.Wilkinson

peace.

nanu nanu..

~Oz
Adrian DeVine

Brisbane, Australia

#5338 Aug 11, 2014
Vale Robin.......

If you need the reminder that you’re not alone, this is it.

You aren’t.

Depression is a cruel liar.

You are not alone. We all have our battles that we fight every day.

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute.

We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life.

But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

To quote from Whitman,“O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here – that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse.

What will your verse be?

Rest in Peace, Robin.

Thank you for sharing your light and love with the world.

We won’t forget you.

“Maytime”

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Since: Dec 06

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#5339 Aug 12, 2014
Adrian DeVine wrote:
Vale Robin.......
If you need the reminder that you’re not alone, this is it.
You aren’t.
Depression is a cruel liar.
You are not alone. We all have our battles that we fight every day.
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute.
We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life.
But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
To quote from Whitman,“O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here – that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse.
What will your verse be?
Rest in Peace, Robin.
Thank you for sharing your light and love with the world.
We won’t forget you.
Often you and I don't see eye to eye..
but amazing, isn't it,
how the passing of a great character and talent,
someone so beloved, can make us stop and ponder....

We .. albeit on opposite sides of the world
all shared the rich fruits of what he had to offer,
his versatility... his laughter..
and in that way we are all linked..

he brought before us afresh how fragile and short
life is.. and showed us how it takes but a somber moment
to make the laughing cease..

Yours> above is a very fine and worthy tribute to
the great man.

Peace .........

“Ridin' The Devils Little Horse”

Since: Mar 08

Straight To Hells Door

#5342 Apr 2, 2015
I've got an old picture
Of A Pissed Off Jesus...
Hanging on.. my bedroom wall...
He looks as if... his hearts been broken....
You can see.. in his eyes... He's seen it all...
His head is bowed... slightly... as if to wonder..
How this sorrow to mankind befell...
A strength.. still lingers... as if tomorrow...
This world's not really... going to hell...
He wondered how.. he could have been forsaken..
As he remembers the birthday the angel called..
With tears and blood.. he still forgave them...
Found his way to heaven....
When the Wind and Thunder Squalled...
I've got an old picture of
Of A Pissed Off Jesus...
Hanging on.. my bedroom wall...
He looks as if ...his hearts been broken
You can see in his eyes... He's seen it all...
4/1/15
@}--'---,-

“"My Book of Many Shadows.".”

Since: Apr 15

Location hidden

#5346 Apr 14, 2015
Grace Nerissa wrote:
<quoted text>
Often you and I don't see eye to eye..
but amazing, isn't it,
how the passing of a great character and talent,
someone so beloved, can make us stop and ponder....
We .. albeit on opposite sides of the world
all shared the rich fruits of what he had to offer,
his versatility... his laughter..
and in that way we are all linked..
he brought before us afresh how fragile and short
life is.. and showed us how it takes but a somber moment
to make the laughing cease..
Yours> above is a very fine and worthy tribute to
the great man.
Peace .........
Thank you Grace......

Pens without ink
words carved into pages of fallen trees
and amputated branches
charges never pressed the press
impressed the judge
intends to defend the pen
words hung dry on crosses
in desolate deserts
where dehydration deforms delicate notions
while the naive natter needlessly

wind without breeze
darkness without light
words created without thought
life born with death
death withheld by living
no breath without suffocation
no day without dawn
no love without hate
Critical Review

United States

#5347 Apr 15, 2015
KNIGHT DeVINE wrote:
<quoted text>
Thank you Grace......
Pens without ink
words carved into pages of fallen trees
and amputated branches
charges never pressed the press
impressed the judge
intends to defend the pen
words hung dry on crosses
in desolate deserts
where dehydration deforms delicate notions
while the naive natter needlessly
wind without breeze
darkness without light
words created without thought
life born with death
death withheld by living
no breath without suffocation
no day without dawn
no love without hate
SPAM!!!!!

“"My Book of Many Shadows.".”

Since: Apr 15

Location hidden

#5348 Apr 17, 2015
Critical Review wrote:
<quoted text>
SPAM!!!!!
Spam me again !
Flood my inbox
make me
know
you miss me more
every fleeting minute
passing by like fireflies
disappearing in to the night
but at least
your spam
Keeps me here !!.

BTW.......Jealousy is the tribute mediocrity pays to genius, is the fear of comparison, and in your case is the jaundice of the soul.

“"My Book of Many Shadows.".”

Since: Apr 15

Location hidden

#5350 Apr 18, 2015
In the line at the bank a little girl stands next to her mother

who stands behind a man in a blue suit

who stands four people in front of a woman in a starch white shirt

who sneezes loud enough to make the man behind her shift

his weight to his right leg. This man has been standing on line too long.

He smells of paint and strange chemicals that remind the woman

of her neighbor’s garage. His hip threatens to give

as he releases a sigh as deliberate as a steam engine’s huff

A deposit slip fits into his too large hands stained with oil.

Today is pay day.

One hour for lunch and a drive through the bank’s drive-thru

has turned into a waiting game inside the dry-aired lobby.

He remembers when his wife did these things, trivial things

like laundry, shopping, picking up the kids.

She stood here once, he thought.

His name is sewn across his heart but does not promise to be true.

On their way to the door the girl and her mother pass him,

the girl reaching for the perfect blue lines

on his hefty denim costume.

“Maytime”

Level 8

Since: Dec 06

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#5351 Apr 18, 2015
KNIGHT DeVINE wrote:
<quoted text>
Thank you Grace......
Pens without ink
words carved into pages of fallen trees
and amputated branches
charges never pressed the press
impressed the judge
intends to defend the pen
words hung dry on crosses
in desolate deserts
where dehydration deforms delicate notions
while the naive natter needlessly
wind without breeze
darkness without light
words created without thought
life born with death
death withheld by living
no breath without suffocation
no day without dawn
no love without hate
Thank you too ..K DeV,

Hope you have been well..

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