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In Our Bodies Now

orange blossoms
over her childhood yard
a grasshopper’s long arc

grasshopper’s long arc
over her childhood yard
a shimmering

shimmering
on the motel window
trickles of sweat

trickles of sweat
on the motel window
a sickly flicker

sickly flicker
the tv’s radiant breath
on her naked arm

on her naked arm
the tv’s radiant breath
goosebumps

goosebumps
her sunburst tattoo
rayed with wrinkles

rayed with wrinkles
her sunburst tattoo
still aglow

still aglow
the iris’s purple yearning
in our bodies now

in our bodies now
the iris’s purple yearning
the dead fire’s heat

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Not that garbage ^^^^^^^^
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"EVERY DAY YOU PLAY."

Every day you play with the light of the universe.
Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water.
You are more than this white head that I hold tightly
as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands.

You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window.
The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish.
Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them.
The rain takes off her clothes.

The birds go by, fleeing.
The wind. The wind.
I can contend only against the power of men.
The storm whirls dark leaves
and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky.

You are here. Oh, you do not run away.
You will answer me to the last cry.
Cling to me as though you were frightened.
Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes.

Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,
and even your breasts smell of it.
While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies
I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.

How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,
and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans.

My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want
to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

by Pablo Neruda
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the way your hand felt
sliding up my shirt
over my torso
the other one making its efforts
to unbutton my jeans
you were trembling
it must have been scary
to be so new at this
knowing how many times
I have been here
your innocence was alluring
I wanted it
and you gave it to me
so happily and willingly
you'll always be
a hopeless romantic
for a lady who
can write.

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Always Have A Dream

Forget About The Days
When ItS Been Cloudy, But Do noT
Forget Your Hours In The Sun.

Forget About The Times
You haVe Been Defeated, But Do noT
Forget The Victories You haVe Won.

Forget About The Mistakes That
You Can not Change Now, But Do noT
Forget The Lessons

Forget About The Misfortunes
You haVe Encountered, But Do noT
Forget The Times Your Luck Has
Turned

Forget About The Days
When You haVe Been Lonely, But Do noT
Forget The Friendly Smiles You haVe
Seen

Forget About The Plans That
Did noT Seem To Work Out Right, But Do noT
Forget To Always Have A Dream...!!!

sent by a friend......

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My Dependence

A Poem

I like to be dependent, and so for ever
with warmth and care of my mother
my father , to love, kiss and embrace
wear life happily in all their grace.

I like to be dependent, and so for ever
on my kith and kin, for they all shower
harsh and warm advices, complaints
full wondering ,true and info giants.

I like to be dependent, and so for ever
for my friends, chat and want me near
with domestic,family and romantic tips
colleagues as well , guide me work at risks.

I like to be dependent, and so for ever
for my neighbours too, envy at times
when at my rise of fortune like to hear
my daily steps , easy and odd things too.

also sent by the same friend....... how wonderful he is.....
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The early November rain has a smell
that lingers among grass and earth

and the diffusing gray of the city sky
makes the car lights more luminous

this might be a fantasy but it is rather the other side of the poem

on the other side of the poem
I see a form in the shadows:
legs, a breast, an obscured face

and some who no longer walk Earth

on the other side of the poem
I am writing the poem
in their immense silence

of grief without reference

each dawn on the other side of the poem
comets streak the sky

permission is asked to enter the abstractions
infecting speech

when we cannot find the counters
to clarify the emotion that engulfs us

I am often speaking of this
with someone in my head
who is never absent

on the other side of the poem........



Now the stunning sun shines
on the other side of the poem

objects of an age: a condom, a joint, a microchip

ten or a hundred or a thousand years ago
it was said saints walked among the people

on the other side of the poem
is the blank world past which there is nothing

and the other world
of endless possibility

which are the same worlds
in so far as memory and
imagination converge in the actual

though sometimes
I forget who walks the rooms

if I am the son or the father
with a woman or with Mother

while the mausoleums of the clouds
disperse and gather
while the vaults of the oceans
are rebuilt and leveled

the thunder of the armies and of the engines
that Alexander brought to Phoenicia to raze Tyre

we are born to the Earth
and made its rulers

until each is the alien
stranded without choice on the Earth

in whose gravity
the mourner kneels

on the other side of the poem.....
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In the light of the morning dawn,
the sunlight flickering on our lawn,
I roll over to see
her gazing at me.
On her face, a smile drawn.

I reach to graze her tender skin
And peer deep into her eyes…

In spite of the lingering pain
from all of last night’s strain,
she pierces me
with honest glee.
The details – too profane.

I reach to graze her smile chagrin
And burrow deep into her thighs…

What is next, My Love?
More heat to never speak of?
I grab the rope;
She squeals with hope.
The promises now given a shove.

I reach to graze her mortal sin
And stare deep into her lies…

“Put Some"Love"In Your Heart”

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Jesus Has Risen,Happy Easter

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One of the hardest things in life is watching the person you love,love someone else!!!!!

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AdrianDeVine wrote:
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Wonderful at plagiarizing! It must have been from DeVine!
Poem written by Rabindranath Tagore
http://www.indolink.com/Poetry/myDepend.html
um actually no...... Adrian didn't send me this........

and as i have said..... HE SENT ME IT...... HE DIDN'T WRITE IT......

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AdrianDeVine wrote:
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Copied/pasted from this site:
http://ismsmessages.com/ghazal-sms/forget-abo...
thank you..... i'm sure he did..... but the meaning is still there..... he's a friend .... and he likes to send me stuff... which i think is cool.....

have a nice day.

“Put Some"Love"In Your Heart”

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I have a heart and that is true,but now it has gone from me to you,so care for it just like I do becasue I have no heart and you now have two.!!!
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When all the passions are at last spent
They lead out the mother martyrs
Who honestly have the most to lose
Having regurgitated soul, heart and brains
At some earlier stage, having sent a pigeon-chested
Yellow parcel of skin forth into the dung.

They are more parts water than anyone else:
Tears rush to blur their eyes at the smells of
Jasmine, milk, meadowsweet, bread.
Every night they fight a constricting doubt
Winding itself about their neck, chewing, pawing
Severing important arteries and nervous structures:
Every night in their sleep they are closer to dying
Than the rest, because with one act they have become two
And they perceive their own death always from outside
As a halving, a terrible halving, with a sharpened sword.


Inside it are the most beautiful animals of all.
The most dangerous animals.
The most vulnerable animals.
The ones with the most coloured plumage.
The ones with stripes.
The ones with the loudest songs.

Outside it are the ones who might be hurt.
Our eyes are burned by colour.
Our flesh is torn by claws.
Our ears are troubled by the untrammelled
cacophony of nature.
Our cameras –

In the dust of the enclosure, in the pen,
the caged cat paces, darkly miraculous
inside her suit of cat skin.
The squid-woman swims oblivious in light and water.
Behind the wall, the rhino nurses her infant,
innocent even of her horn.
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(for Lady Macbeth.....You'll know who I mean)



I wish that children came
easy as a lie.

That blood came, dropped like
so many seeds

thoughtlessly.

It’s as if someone has
sewn me up.

So I took the handle of a knife
and split a slit.

Finally blood, for all the
months I missed.

Imagined a pomegranate
spilling red-bruised-black.

Imagined a girl her flesh
was blue and sad

imagined a boy his hair
was black like mine

imagined myself stretched
scream-open and alive.

It took five hours to
stitch me up.

They left my hands red
so as not to forget.

~DeVine.

“Just a lil' humor there.....”

Since: Sep 12

OR NOT .... <[;-)

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SOBRIQUET DeVINE wrote:
When all the passions are at last spent
They lead out the mother martyrs
Who honestly have the most to lose
Having regurgitated soul, heart and brains
At some earlier stage, having sent a pigeon-chested
Yellow parcel of skin forth into the dung.
They are more parts water than anyone else:
Tears rush to blur their eyes at the smells of
Jasmine, milk, meadowsweet, bread.
Every night they fight a constricting doubt
Winding itself about their neck, chewing, pawing
Severing important arteries and nervous structures:
Every night in their sleep they are closer to dying
Than the rest, because with one act they have become two
And they perceive their own death always from outside
As a halving, a terrible halving, with a sharpened sword.
Inside it are the most beautiful animals of all.
The most dangerous animals.
The most vulnerable animals.
The ones with the most coloured plumage.
The ones with stripes.
The ones with the loudest songs.
Outside it are the ones who might be hurt.
Our eyes are burned by colour.
Our flesh is torn by claws.
Our ears are troubled by the untrammelled
cacophony of nature.
Our cameras –
In the dust of the enclosure, in the pen,
the caged cat paces, darkly miraculous
inside her suit of cat skin.
The squid-woman swims oblivious in light and water.
Behind the wall, the rhino nurses her infant,
innocent even of her horn.
Happy Holidays Adrain.
:)

Again, I will state how nice it is to see you in a variety
of threads. Kind of shocked to see that christian after you in such a way. Hmmmm. Bless their hearts -- the whole lot of them.
;-)

“Just a lil' humor there.....”

Since: Sep 12

OR NOT .... <[;-)

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Of course I had wondered if Australians celebrate our same holidays. Another from Brisbane, just informed me you don't celebrate this upcoming holiday we do in the states. Oh.

What about Christmas - Isn't that pretty universal?
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PESCreate wrote:
Of course I had wondered if Australians celebrate our same holidays. Another from Brisbane, just informed me you don't celebrate this upcoming holiday we do in the states. Oh.
What about Christmas - Isn't that pretty universal?
Nope, we don't, I would have though you'd realize that Trish, seeing as that your history is almost two-hundred years older than ours, and we have totally different holiday celebrations......however we do celebrate Easter & Christmas the same as you Americans.

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When the past calls let it go straight to voice mail because it has nothing more to say!!!!

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well look at my pretty little judgeits..LOL
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Your great mistake is to act the drama
as if you were alone. As if life
were a progressive and cunning crime
with no witness to the tiny hidden
transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely,
even you, at times, have felt the grand array;
the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding
out your solo voice You must note
the way the soap dish enables you,
or the window latch grants you freedom.
Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.
The stairs are your mentor of things
to come, the doors have always been there
to frighten you and invite you,
and the tiny speaker in the phone
is your dream-ladder to divinity.

Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into
the conversation. The kettle is singing
even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots
have left their arrogant aloofness and
seen the good in you at last. All the birds
and creatures of the world are unutterably
themselves. Everything is waiting for you.

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