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One of a Kind, Lucky Finds
I have always been attracted to all the things other folks decide they no longer want, I have found so many unique and often antique items sticking out of a trash can or dumpster. I guess you could call me a collecter of salvage.
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When I Was Young...my Fondest of Summer Recollections.
We are only granted so little time for being young. After our youth fades it becomes more of a state of mind. One has to feel young in their mind even though they are not.Summer time brings so much of what we miss back to our aching hearts.
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It's Been Awhile, My Muse Was Idle
Writing is a demanding task that won't always give you what you hope for but sometimes what comes out of your mind surprises you as if you had no say on what appeared on the page before you. Writing requires inspi-ration which is to often rationed by the powers above that control what you think.
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A Drooble Poem-Alphabeticalized. the Latest Way to Make Yourself a Break in the Music World.
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I Am A Modern Day Poe.
A reflection on how I am slowly becoming a descendant of sorts of the great Edgar Allen Poe. Although I have not yet gone mad I am furious at the path fate has led me down.
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Sketchy but Alluring
In the style of the colorful writers of old with lots of metaphors and twists of phrases. some might call it overdone but it tells a story in a unique style so I'm keeping it. Enjoy !
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Would Have Beens.
every year i go camping in the wilderness for two weeks. much of my time at night is sitting by a fire and comptemplating life. Many inspiring thoughts rise with the flames and warm my soul.
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Instrumental to My Life
My first guitar was cardboard, cut out carefully by me with rubber bands for strings, in the projects where I grew up poor. Now I have many guitars, each one a close friend.
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Steel Dreams
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Night Mares.
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Thought Ought Not Be Fought.
The process of thought is one of the most valuable resources we were blessed with and should never be abandoned
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Death Is a Pest!
we all know his name. We all fear him. But what if we grew braver towards his possible visits? would we stand a chance of beating death?
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The Child In Me.
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Soul-itude
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The Wrong Side of the Tracks.
Late night composure without the ability to compose.
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The Anguish of Writing Powered Essays, Writing Term Paper Services, Writing Essay Services.
This is a sample ad for an essay writing service. it is intended as a sample for the advertiser, and to show the creativity involved in such ads.
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My Dearest Son.......
My Dearest son, Look at what you've become, a man like me.... taking on the misery of the world at large....but for you it's always been twice as hard, Because you've struggled since you were a boy, with disabilities that stole most joy, fate...
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Winsome Child.
Winsome Child. my photo collectionsWinsome Child. < The last time that I came to visit at an old friend's house, I noticed that his daughter was as timid as a mouse, she had always been a winsome child, just as precious as can be, but what I...
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Celestial Friends.
This song just came to me, first as a poem some muse more divine than mine and then the music struggled to overcome my less than nimble fingers on the guitar. it is a rough draft, much like my life.
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Encamped A Midst Great Happenstance.
A symmetry boggles over a snag. Come the bright morning sun through dun woods day's begun, soon its fingers of warmth melt the dew, creatures stir from the leaves, birds chirp high in the trees, while fish leap at the flies...
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A Prayer For An Old Rocker.
Dear Gods Of Rock And Roll ....grant my dreams let me re-run the reals of my life, edit out the bad scenes turn them all into celluloid splendor, make me someone the world will remember. Grant new skills on that tool of my trade ...
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E -Piphs of Me.
My soul is a dandelion puff set to fly just blow me a kiss and then watch me sail by, the seeds of my thoughts have grown heavy with need, to sail in the winds and plant bright yellow weeds, that others might spurn and remove from their heart, but...
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In One Moment of Purity.
At the crack of dawn where I stand wedged in warm boots, snug jacket and gloves, on a cold winter day, I can see only purity..... stretched out before me like the New Year freshly fallen. All of the flaws of man against nature buried in...
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In Memory of the Fallen at Sandy Hook.
In Memory Of The Fallen At Sandy Hook. When that window crashed, confusion flashed in the eyes of teachers stunned till true understanding gripped them as they heard the crack of guns. And I'm sure their first instinctual thought was to grab...
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Summer Shedding.
(c)-A.Y.Studio-MFB III (c)-A.Y.Studio-MFB III (c)-A.Y.Studio-MFB III --- - --- I took a walk through summer's shedding, a huge colored quilt just mother nature's bedding. for the winter...
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I Had A Dream.
Sometimes depression and apathy can overwhelm any attempts at turning a talent into a stellar act. This blog goes out to all of you that have shared feelings much like the ones written below. It's a bit tongue in cheek, but it holds that ache we all...
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Summer Remnants.
The trampoline sits empty on eight legs that hold no weight, void of kids in flipped out poses trying to bounce to heaven's gates. And a huge, brown scar, rectangular marks the spot the pool once sat, full of sweet, soprano giggles, ...
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Back Among Friends.
my photos my photos I am back among friends reading all my old hubs and the comments you left soothe me but here's the rub. I have so many new poems and songs I could post, but Hub pages demands to be my only host. I...
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My Nightmare date With AMMYY!!
What AMMYY really looks like to your computers My Photos What your bank accounts and credit will look like when they are done...An empty pot of gold. My Photos What folks feel like when they have been duped by AMMYY My Photos I had a date with AMMYY...
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Bin laden...No More! -Hoorah!!
So why did we go and poison the fish in another ocean, with the foulest human flesh that ever existed, by baptizing him in salt water that when measured would not come close to equaling the tears of the 3,000 in their last moments nor the over...
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A Work Of Heart.
A Vanishing Work Of Heart. In a sun baked, shabby classroom that's been made cozy yearly, stands an icon to a soon vanishing work of heart. Chasing dreams to split seams of reluctant young minds and fill them with the joy of...
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Seeds of Thought
So much softer than a dandelion puff floating free, in the gentle caress of a warm summer's breeze, I remember how tender your love used to be till your heart grew as hard as a petrified tree.... Love so often mimes nature in so many...
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Me as Leonardo Da Vinci!
A script of shows I did at local schools. I managed to secure a mechanical bird that you wind up and it flies around the room. the Kids loved it
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That Perfect Song ! !
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S2gbLgFl84E Verse 1- I've been a struggling songwriter since nineteen-sixty-three, and still trying to make a hit song in a tough economy, my friends got rich in other ways they're always...
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Sweet Kindling--- with Music!!
Sweet Kindling. (((((((((((((((((((( ))))))))))))))))))))) (((((((((((((((((((( When passion flames/ It can’t be tamed…/ It burns out of control.. You’re the perfect match/ For my hearts desire/ You’ve set fire to my soul… I can’t...
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If Hearts Can Fly....
Listen to the song at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FAZKSdz3I_A If Hearts Can Fly. If hearts can fly then mine is winging its way past the rings of Saturn and beyond... You've sent me in orbit to...
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When Love Goes It knows No Seasons.
The pace is a bit slow on this one, just my limited guitar playing abilities...my apologies... but it's got some melancholy feel to it. When Love Goes....It Knows No Seasons. Tonight I was watching the snow fall looking much like that...
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A Perfect Duet.
This song is about a perfect Duet, two young dreamers in love, but it would also make a perfect duet with a few minor changes to the chorus and verses so that a he sings/she sings...
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Happy Same Old Year To You..
Happy Same Old Year To You They dropped the ball again last night as the whole world stood and cheered, but I didn't celebrate too much...
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Some Brittle Words
Brittle Words. Brittle words I feel as if at... any moment they could shatter, if I sing one single note too high but if they did.... what would it...
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My Calendar Gal
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zGAwmHt0CUU This is a fun song but it is beyond my guitar playing abilities to capture it properly. I would love to have a better guitarist play the...
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If You Were A Poem
If you were a song I'd sing it until you became a Grammy, sharing all our love did, with a couple grandkids, in the style...
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Sweet Kindling !
Sweet Kindling. (((((((((((((((((((( ))))))))))))))))))))) (((((((((((((((((((( When passion flames/ It can’t be tamed…/ It burns out of control.. You’re the...
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Abdication.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XAstRSwvdgw Abdication. In the chambers of my heart, upon a throne of pain I ponder all the treasures that I lost back when, your love it chose to...
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Dormant And Active.
I remember most his blue eyes huge beacons of despair staring up at me sadly from his electric wheelchair there was such a hunger there. For all I represented in his bleak crippled...
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Silence Resounding Into Nothing.
Silence resounding in nothing. © -MFB- 2009 They say silence is golden I'm King Midas this week, she's not talking, but her eyes say what her voice will not...
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After Life ???
( o o ) \ ^ / |||| = = Where will we go in the after life, after the muss of the morticians knife, will we wander strange worlds where old memories are hurled like cold rain on...
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We Will All Have Stars In Heaven.-(A tribute to all the poets here.)
Winter comes in virgin white, and weds me to my fire tonight, my fingers gripping warm wood tight, a pencil for the poems I'll write. Divorced from...
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You Won't Need Anyone But Me.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BBVb3hPYeIg You Won't Need Anyone But Me." VERSE-1 It's been ages, since you've come around, tearing off calender pages in this empty town. then...
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Nightly Gails.
Nightly Gales. ©-MFB III The peaceful sounds of bubbling streams, as they wend their way over smooth stones, Each mourning doves songs, praising the dawns at the end of...
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God's Greatest Instruments.
Verse 1 Soon I'll rest in quiet splendor, with my hair all mottled white, in a nursing home, all skin and bones, and hum this song I wrote tonight... Remembering my younger days, misspent and free from...
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A Far too Early Frost.
Early Frost. ©-MFB III-2005 They'd always thought with loving pride that they'd both grow old together till they both at last grew cold together... and were buried side by side. But oh, that cold it crept in early so insidiously...
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Gone In A Blinding Flash.
\ \ \ \ | | / / / / / >Gone In A Flash.< / / / / | | \ \ \ \ ©-MFB III I found some old and faded.... photo booth souvenirs stacked straight up in the order that they'd once appeared, our faces both pressed tight to fit that...
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In The Cradle Of My heart.
\ In The Cradle of My Heart. -A collaboration by Glynda Duncan and MFB III http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aAlf7wI0x28 In an orphanage created, close to heaven's prettiest views, where many soft...
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Just Another Damned Christmas In Iraq And Afghanistan.
Just Another damned Christmas In Iraq And Afghanistan! on December 13, 2007 © -MFB III "Sandy Claws" will emerge from vast chimneys of smoke, bearing gifts of flame and death shattered cries and final breaths as young troops get...
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When Love Is Ever Sweeter
Eversweeter. -by-MFB III Thoughts of you instill in me a spirit not yet captured a flavor not yet tasted, a passion still not rapture, a song that hasn't...
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Eulogy For A Lost Cause.
In the heat of the moment when life's at dire risk, one does not see the humanity of the enemy, one only sees the murderous intent. Only later if the opportunity arises can one sit and ponder it.
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Be deviled....Or be Gone.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u6tv0GCj0E8 *the song version is above on youtube. Be Deviled.....or Be Gone. She had that "use me" look written all over her face, with a...
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A Puppies Love
A Puppies Love. We bought a puppy to surprise, and brighten up her sad blue eyes, when she had just turned 9 years young, after her cancer had begun. A...
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S C O R N E D !
song version is at this link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5zsv-1R8Kw A woman spurned, a tragic lesson learned, two never returned from the limbo of love's loss, his refusal an albatross that dragged him into her hell, and...
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A Concise Directory Of My Songs--(-all have music)
Mp3 forum songs w/music posted A Reference sheet for my files.this makes it easier to find a song without going therough so many pages. 1.-Fair And Balanced???......We'll See!! by MFB III -----7/59...
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A Concise Directory Of My Lyrics-(re-written poems.... into songs).
Lyrics feedback Forum three ---collection A quick no search reference list for my files. **This will make it easier to find a song without having to go through a lot of pages if you don't remember the name. 1.-Just Tracing Circles. by MFB III...
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A Simple Song.
Three notes transcending and two heartstrings s t r e t c h e d to almost breaking over loves gift. It is a song about two who fall in love but face a difference, in this case age that...
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"While Readers Digest....Writer's Cramp." a Poem Inspired by Always Exploring
Writing can be a wearisome task...... I get punch drunk from the punctuation, my fingers get so flustered that they often become dangling participles, Far too often they swerve and miss a verb, or turn a comma into a coma. ...
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How Can an Artist Recreate Nature,
Yoko Ono posted the question: "How can an artist recreate nature??" And I replied: Magnify some Autumn leaves a thousand times, capturing the sugar colored splendor, and the roadmap of viens that fed it, photograph it in high...
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It's All About Hope. ....The music Video.
Thanks for listening. It was a labor of love, life, dreams and hopes with more to come. Been a long time since I've done any studio work, so it's a wee bit scratchy but it gets its point across. This goes out to all my readers on the wings of...
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It's All About Hope.
It's All About Hope. What about Love? why is it so damned blind, in a world full of hearts loneliness tears apart, we're all looking to find, someone perpetually kind who'd never leave us behind crying: "What about Love??" I've known romances...
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A Tribute To Uncommon Valor.
Tim Haas Hero A bulldog cap, a toothpick/floss stick and an unforgettable smile The faces he made smil...the faces he made weep at his passing. Heaven got a whole lot more colors when tim arrived. A Tribute to Uncommon Valor It always...
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Silence Is Not Golden.
Why do we always seem to release our bottled up emotions far too late.
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Guess Who Just Became A Twit On Twitter.
From little old Knitters, to girls who are bitter, to Hollywood hitters all glamour and glitter it's a short phrase transmitter Whether you're on the shitter, or a bored babysitter, or lonelys old guy seeking love, so go gitter, Twitter...
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The Sweet Bliss Of It All.
From the burning tip all the way down to its white cotton base, gripped loosely in fingers one finds pleasure by inserting it into two lips holding it snugly and enoying as each inch dissappears. It even feels a silly milimeter longer right...
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Love Was Just A glance Away.
We'd only met for just a few precious minutes but I loved them in every way, and if I could I'd live them through forever and a day, cause life can take so long to share and we've had so little time, my hopes and prayers and dreams were for a...
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A Declaration of War.....written In 2002
My fondest wish visualized. my 9/11 pins My tears for 9/11 The Eagle has lost it's wings under the last administration. It is time for regrowth and it will take time, so let the healing continue, or just hand some crutches to a nation that will...
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Out of Chaos Comes Beauty! (Inspired by Silver Genes Poem -"Ungodly Moments Garnished With Parsley."
Out of total chaos comes order and beauty, I am often accused of having too much clutter in my studio. People have been known to exclaim "How do you ever get any work done?" As an artist I need many raw materials to work from and they have...
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Tis A Dog Day Afternoon.
I love these dog days of summer, howling with my gitfiddle under the moons of June July-ing In a Hammock woofing down cold lemonade in the shade and raising my furry head to August of Hot air so much sweeter then a...
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The First Rib Came From...
The first rib came from Adam, and formed his lovely Eve, how delicious that must have been for him, when God saw potential in what ribs concieve. My first rib came with blazing hot sauce, and a dare that it'd make me sick, my face...
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Some Thoughts on My Commencement to Life.
I was graduated gradually into awareness from her class womb, just after some long ago summer school on September 30, while passing through my pre-natal courses, into the next grade of life. I balked at leaving and was paddled once, on...
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Just Another Summer Night.
Gone too soon. The night is a web capturing our souls. Just another Summer night my feet still damp from a walk in the grass across the patch that I call home. Toes delighting times ten in the soft lush carpets that I've walked so often...
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A Curse To Dog Le Bron James For His Self Serving Exit.
My caricature of a player who I once admired greatly. It does not bear any resemblance to the man I thought he was. Hail to all the bronze Gods of fallen cities pour out your wrath on his errant path with a curse that will follow...
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Learning to Fly on the Fourth of July
Sitting In a lawn chair soon to become a launch chair on the the fourth, with about a fifth of what makes one add that sixth sense best known as inebriation.
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Beware The Pale Circle Of Flesh.
Beware that pale circle of flesh that mars the well tanned hand appearing nightly at most bars and clubs like a halo from hell. It may offer you drinks and bliss and might well be attached to someone more attractive then you've ever dreamed...
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Back From Paradise.
Like some crazed refugee from Pilgrims Progress I languished through valleys of despair, knee high snows and bitter travails carrying the burdens on my back from daily life. Then a bright light appeared on the horizon, and...
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Crab-bodacious Shrimp Feast.
Perched on a sling back chair mere feet...two to be exact from the salt splash of the surf on turf enjoying a more creative way to dispose of some defrosted shrimp bait, Tempting the dozens of shy sand crabs from the pockmarked navels of the...
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I Apologize for my delay on acknowledging comments.
I apologize for my delay in acknowledging comments, due to preparations for an extended trip, and being on the road for several days, i am akin to road kill, flat out beat and useless on the asphalt as the fault is all mine. But...
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Thoughts Form A Massive Shakey Dome.
Thoughts Form A Massive Shaky Dome. Huge palm trees bow graciously in many different directions genuflecting to this glorious Summer day. Warm breezes carry the scent of hibiscus and cactus blooms that could rival any dabs of intimate...
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Just Minutes from A Predatory feast.
Just Minutes From A Predatory Feast. Lettuce consider dressing for dinner and what we should pour out over our vegetative state as we peruse the menu. Menu love to devour while I sip Chardonnay minutes away from a predatory...
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I remember....I think.
I remember, I think!! I remember that smokey joint the aroma so heady, and sharp, the world a buzz around me, as coals glowed like in hades, with demons hypnotizing the mind. Yes, I inhaled, I admit it, and I...
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Write of passages.
In the stillness of the night, and in the wee hours of the mourn, when sleep is a d~~~ a ~~~ r ~~~ t ~~~i ~~~~ n~~~ g butterfly we cannot catch, thoughts intrude. Niggling urges overwhelm, and so we write, in sleep dusted scribbles ...
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If I Could Swap a Week or Two.
Somewhere not that long ago in an arid, blazing hot unpronounceable town in distant Iraq, a young man sweats fear. Gripped by his own mortality, huddled against a shell pocked crumbling wall as he spends his summer avoiding the bullets and RPG's in his third...
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June Brings a Joy Freshly Hewn.
June melted like warm oil over my bare back this morn. Shirtless, shoeless, Blue-less I stood clueless at what to do first. The world was gargantuan green as dandelions bent their yellowed manes beneath my toes at last released from my...
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An Ode to Nudity...Inspired by a Fooly Clothed Mickey Dee
O-> +O Oh, to simply be a nudist, Abandoning what cloaks the prude-est, Dressed in what many gals call cutest, Butt never labled as the lewdest. O-> +O No B.V.D.'s to smother me, just hanging out for all to see, to waltz...
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Salonpas - Ancient Japanese Pain Relief
There is a salon where I pause when I am in pain that has been effective for me for over 25 years...... Salonpas........http://www.salonpas.us/ I am no spring chicken anymore I am more of a rooster when pain strikes not quite as cocky as the younger...
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Love Thoughts.
Scattered tea leaves settled gently tea leaves of the green persuasion make a pattern in my cup while supping from the steam and nectar pale and sugared sweet and low in a chair at Arabica. then I noted that this tea pattern had been formed...
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Shooting Blanks With an Ink-Jet Fully Armed. (Inspired by Joy56's Poem That Is Titled: " a Blank Page.")
A blank page is to the poet, what an icy mountain is to the climber, what a canvas is to the artist applying that first stroke, what an ill patient is to a doctor, a chance to heal body and soul. A blank page is the...
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Nothing To talk About.
For once I actually find myself with nothing to talk about, and so I will talk about nothing. I spent most of the day doing nothing but lying in a hammock watching the leaves of green above me flutter on the quaking Asps that suspended...
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When A Poet Dies
Do not regret his final passage in this closing poem of h Just East of Polaris is life. He has passed into the murky blackness of God's massive inkwell, where the essence of poets are placed, when the spark of inspiration fades in...
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The Various Seasons Of Love
Falling in love is always Springtime you become consumed with the sweet aura of floating on cloud mine.You feel as if you will be giddy forever.You can't fathom not loving your partner. It's that time of innocence and rebirth when love seems...
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Dying Inside.
I am dying inside as I lay that final bouquet of wilted Forget-me-nots on that special place in the mausoleum of your heart..... where you let your love for me embrace a slow death drying to a hollow husk of dusty dreams, now crumbling as I...
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Anti-Climatic.
We began together on the same page with an introduction and a couplet beginning an epic romance. Our past a mere prologue which seemed to foreshadow a manuscript to come filled with great passion in the classic theme of you and me against all...
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Hysterical Wreck to Me.
When love is for whatever reason surgically removed from one's heart and soul by sharp edged words and cutting snips or careless slips that tear and wound beyond most repair, one is left in stitches....
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Some Thoughts On Beauty.
Beauty weakens a man's knees and strengthens a woman's confidence.. it can brighten a cancer ward with a single flower..and mark the passing of love with a bouquet on a grave.... it is a dandelion in the midst of acres of cracked asphalt or a...
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Who Was This Very Simple Man?
Who was this simple man? Who was this simple man, born in a stable and raised as a carpenter. A humble Jew from over 2000 years ago in a time with no media, newspapers, nor film at eleven. Who only lived about thirty three years on...
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Scattered Thoughts V.
S C A T T E R E D T H O U G H T S . ((((((((((((((((((((((((O)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) Most things that tinkle bring relief, sleigh bells on a winter's journey home a late night visit to a porcelain...
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Love Is a Carnival...loneliness Is a Barren Field.
Lonely is an empty word... full of pain. It starts with the "L" of it goes on to one... and caps it with a ly.... As in sadly...tearfully... wretchedly. Love affairs are a carnival they set up camp in your heart... it's bright and beautiful...
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Are My Topics Sub-Tropics??
My shipwreck on the isle of 82 lattitude...82 longitude somewhere east of 100 miles from nothing. 82 ??!!??!!??!! Are all of my topics..... sub-tropics ? are the judges of the scores myopic? My numbers are always hanging around the low...
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I lost A Nickel...... Worth Millions.
Nickel at christmas Nickel and Nutty buddy Always palyimng together Their favorite bit of shade. Forever alone It started quite unexpectedly last Friday night. Just another normal weekend evening looking forward to some time off. I went...
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Split Personalities Joined By An Eternal Love.
Mister Mrs. Marriage and agreeing to disagree just top be agreeable sometimes. Split Personalities Joined By Eternal Love. If love is a temporary madness let me be totally insane, locked in a strait jacket for two in a rubber...
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A Song That I Wrote To My Son 15 Years Ago
To my unborn son whose coming soon, I lift up my guitar and write this tune, there're things I want to say before you come into this world, about a love I've known from a very special girl. And you will meet her too when your times due,...
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Basket Case!!??!!
Fan tribute jewelry I created. Ladies sportswear Men's jersey pins The great game of B-Ball has made me a basket case, and there is nothing Cavalier about it! Off to Hell in a hand basket that missed.... in so many endless trips to the...
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A Vast Collection Of Bookmarkers.
Bookmarkers. Parchment flesh is marred by age spots faded ink blots over the blue veined scritch-scratched lines of life waning. Time writes its soliloquy from the wells of watery, cataract clouded eyes. Lips tremble over the mutterings of...
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Dodge Ball/ Battle Ball.
Got some unresolved tensions? Want to be the hit of the party? Like shopping at Target? Then perhaps you should try the sport of Dodge Ball. Invite your wife, your boss, your Mother-in-law, and join in some adrenaline pumping chaos. I started two...
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What happened To PoetLorraine??
What Happened to PoetLorraine?? She vanished into the ozone of the web, I went to post her a comment and the site was closed, I just wrote her three comments yesterday, did I perhaps in some way offend her, God, I hope not, she visted my work...
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Destined to Be Old.
I was a timeless speck of life long ago... even as a newborn I came from an ancient God sent into the womb of marriage which is also as old as time. Thrust into a world that has known centuries of such renewal of its aging...
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Love Is a Balloon.
Love is a balloon......... we put all of our breathless moments into filling it to capacity, hoping to tie the knot and float forever upward in the she-lium, the he-lium of its soaring blissful...
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What Splendour Is Created in Summer Art Camp
Danielle with a Peek-A-Boo hat wall mask she made. a closeup of Danielle's wall mask Kelsey with a custom designed skate board-(upside down??-LOL Emily with a fairy and elf watercolor Megan with a hand scuplted clay art pallette Emily with a...
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Sex Is Like Coffee, Divorce Is Like Tea
Sex is like a cup of coffee, creamy, hot and sweet. You can cup your hands around it, put your lips against it, and savor the taste. Two can spoon together adding lotsa sugar or sharing what's sweet and low. You can stir it till it grows...
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Where Did the Time Go?
Where did the time go like a mime making faces silently slipping past me, it's a crime all those places I can never go back to So sublime were those first years full of love, joy and tears silly fears for our sweet dear, he survived.... he's still...
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Jewelry I Created for a Southern Baptist Covention of 500 Ladies.
I recieved a request from one of the jewelry stores that carry my work to create a selection of pins that were in my line known as the peek-A-Boo Hat collection, a variety of ladies with hats. The theme was Black American motiffs for a Baptist...
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More Things I Create Or Have Created Over The Years.
I have worked as a sculptor in miniature for most of my life, my medium does not wear a turban and peruse a crystal ball. I prefer to dabble in clay that is called Das, which is a white Italian clay much like the masters used to form, and Sculpey...
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A Closer Look At Chagrin Falls, Ohio.
There is a quaint little town east of Cleveland where time stands frozen in the Spring of the season. The only constant motion is the waterfalls that harbor ducks and geese, and children feeding them bread. There is an old fashioned ice cream and...
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The Boys of Summer.
I have a vast collection of nodders/bobbing head baseball and football collectibles. I buy many of them completely destroyed and restore them to their original condition. I buy others just for the sheer joy of owning them. I also restore for other...
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The Big Sleazy.
$$$$$$$$$$ Let's just rename the entire area the Big Sleazy because what has just occurred is big but it's anything but easy. $$$ The pollyanna of Louisiana with all of it's beautiful sea creatures are now facing scrubbings and chemical...
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Staying Forever Young.
Never forget to play it is the greatest therapy of all. Live and love vicariously through your children and grandchildren. There is a tulip somewhere with your noses name on it. A swing that's still wide enough for your rump to romp...
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This was a comment And Quotes I left to Someone Who Thought Obama Was Stupider Then George W. Bush.
Bushism's: This was the jism that spewed from the mouth of our two time unelected former leader. This compilation is credited to Jacob Weisberg...see his books listed at the bottom of this...
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Too Weary Of Love.
Oh, I have faced the bars that did not hold a glass of black velvet, and a possibility on the stool three seats down, gazing at me only when I was not returning the favor, I have been incarcerated in the dank hole of my soul, ...
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Mama's Eternal Apron String, Inspired By I Need to See You Mum By Poetlorraine
We are still attached to that umbilical cord that was severed at birth, its remnant remains forever. We were all blessed with a button to remind us of just how precious our mothers are. A dimpled ...
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What's Wrong With The Tea Partiers.
I've got a few T-bones to pick with the folks who took the T out of Charities T-railer park trash in tank tops T-eetering on the brink of revolt, Old school white folks who don't include varie-T in their versions of...
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Survivors Of Hard Scrabbled Land.
Survivors Beyond the shadows of the mountains that loom over Alberquerque in just another forty miles or so you ride through endless canyons and in the valleys of these cliffs squat clustered trailers, and some houses they sit...
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Where There's Will, There's a Way.
Where there's a Will, there's a way.-By-MFB III It's dusk and the highway rolls on endlessly before me as I ride its undulations the sunset is once again intensely unique when it's all around you Sunsaround! in a state...
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A Night Out
A night out Walking beneath the chrystal clarity of ten trillion distant points endless dandruff sprinkled liberally on black velvet warm desert breeze...95 degrees caressing my hair and face the world sleeps as I wander amidst...
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Cruising Through A River Of Metal Coffins.
Cruising through a river of metal coffins I am cruising on a vast river of metal coffins that stretch for miles and miles inside each metal coffin are the bodies of innumerous U.S. citizens... sitting upright with glazed stares ...
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The Jesters Dilemma.
The Jester's dilemma. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The king demanded salad but the fare they set before him was quite limp, and without flavour so he called upon his jester to create a fresh...
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Timmy Mcveigh slept here....Terre Haute, Indiana--somewhere on 70 west
Terre Haute, Indiana simmers in the June heat \\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\// //\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\ it's 90 degrees here today, but folks just smile now it's ancient name means the "High...
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I am A Prisoner in A 20th Century Body.
I am a prisoner in a 20th century body.-by-MFB III I am trapped in a 20th century body my soul imprisoned, in a cage of ribs, and fleshy walls struggling through the backside of my life sentence for now I am moving from the general...
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Some Facts On Fear.
Fear! fear!! it coats your throat with a thickness that prevents you from swallowing it it snaps the hairs on the back of your neck to attention it shrivels your testicles bulges your eyes increases the girth of nipples wets...
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I'm Down Here.
I'm down here.-MFB III I'm down here thinking of you up there wishing the distance wasn't so great between us. I long at times to hold you close but I can't seem to reach around the clutter that fueled your wrath. ...
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Close Calls.....Wrong numbers.
Close calls...wrong numbers.-by-MFB III Lately I've been re-examining my close calls all the many wrong numbers where death spent a small fortune putting the fear of God into me. Each one carries profound questions whys that...
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Ever Sweeter.
Eversweeter.-by-MFB III Thoughts of you instill in me a spirit not yet captured a flavor not yet tasted a song that's just begun a passion left unquenchable and memories that linger. But do not fret if time that's...
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Late Night Musings.
Late night musings.-by-MFB III Here It is not yet one a.m. I sit warm beside a fire as the burning wood it crackles launching sparks to be extinguished in the winter storm's wet kiss and my T.V. softly cackles laughter from...
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In Betweens Make Me Scream.
In betweens make me scream.- In-betweens make me scream all those long arduos moments that s t r e t c h like a massive rubber band waiting to snap as they reach past all tolerable limits without you...
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Now, Then and When and Ever Sweeter.
Now, then and when. Just give me now not what's before, that's then not what's tommorrow, that's when now doesn't matter if it's then or when now is what I need "now" now is my best friend you can be my now though you...
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A Monster of A Headache That I grin And Bear.
A monster of a headache, that I grin and bear.~1997 My son is in love with Godzilla it's a sadly lopsided affair for Godzilla would eat my son in a heartbeat but he's only 5 he doesn't care!! (^) (^) (^) (^) (^) (^) (^) (^) ...
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Thoughts On Summer's Splendours.
Summer's splendour.by-MFB III The sky is a marshallow swirl in a large bowl of blueberry pudding the breeze is the nectar of the gods the sweetest of flowery scents spread delicately on the legs of the bees on the beaks of the...
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A Quartet Of My Early Years.
Quartets that mark my life-(part 1 ) -the early years-1952-1971 ~~~~Three years married .... barely grownup~~~~ ...they concieved me .... near a new year ~~~~ ......in the fifties .... blending gently ~~~~ ..'tween the shadows .......
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Some Heartfelt Thoughts.
Some heartfelt thoughts Would that you and I were not as fate decreed just two lost souls life left to wander all these many years without the joys of our fingers intwined our lips shared as one in liquid blends of taste, and...
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Feeding The Needs.
It came to me at a very tender age bringing smiles beyond description, like the first taste of chocolate it was my hunger for words. I quickly devoured the usual fare "Winnie the Pooh" "Harold and his Purple crayon" "Pippi...
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In The Crawl Space Of An Addict.
In the crawlspace of an addict.-by-MFB III In the wee hours of the morning in the crawlspace of his head depressed he sits unmoving like a dead fly on an open windowsill. Legs propped up on it's ledge awaiting the...
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I Died Yesterday.
I died yesterday. by-MFB III Words from beyond the grave? I died yesterday, with great remorse in a few brief moments, listening quietly, to the sounds of the collective groans, of all the people, who had been following, my...
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What Spring Brings.
What Spring Brings. What Spring brings is far more worthy than all earthly things combined, Other seasons aren't as glorious As Springs flowers and greens entwined. )(()/(/)(/)/(/)(/)(/()/()(/()(/()(/()(/)()/()(/ ...
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Till The Mirror Shines Clear.
I look in the mirror and see a little boy beneath the flaws, there's also an old hippie still fighting for the cause. The mirror holds time reflecting back it paints a picture skewed, the flesh becomes a canvas marking all...
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IN THE GLOW OF WOMANHOOD...we are warmed.
In The Glow Of Womanhood. I first noted it in my mothers eyes, when I told her "I wuv you mom", and then again when she was pregnant with my sister, and my brother. She had such an aurora of some inexplicable joy about her. I saw it again...
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1968.......Reflected In Pools Of Blood.
"Only pools of blood reflect upon the hearts of great men stilled whose dreams for all Americans, went mostly unfulfilled." Young Bobby had hopes he would be president and maybe end the war shot down he died, eyes filled with shock on a cold,...
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At A Funeral For Mimes.
At a funeral for mimes. There is next to nothing said, when one attends a funeral for mimes, only the hands gesture in all the usual sympathetic ways, whether steepled in prayer, clasped in grief, offering embraces, or wiping tears ...
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Deer Diary.
Deer Diary. 5:45 a.m. as herds of deer stand on berms of a mountain road's sharp curves. I hum a favorite tune I used to know I'm pretty sure my memory says it goes.... "Doe near me, Fawn so, lovely Doe!" The buck ...
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Straining On The Ropes.
Straining against the ropes What is drawn from the well of ink, often comes like a fighter beating his own brains out against a mental blockhead empty of victory straining at the ropes..... ....tugging my heartstrings of inspiration,...
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Never let them Metamorph-Us
As the daily news reports us, never let us metamorphis, into patriotic corpses, never let the spin boys thwart us, not all back bush so don't distort us. Over two thousand now have fallen who answered when the war came calling, the...
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A Notebook In My Soul.
The notebook in my soul There is a notebook in my soul wherein I scribble dreams all love's realized are scratched in ink blood red next to it's seams The names of those who've perished hold a hallowed place within while...
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Prey!!
PREY ! ! ! Four neighbor children, giggling loudly, head into the woods, all bundled up in mittens, scarves, and pastel colored hoods, Four off to find some new adventure, just...
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A House Divided Against Itself.
A house divided against itself.-by-MFB III Mom's gone, divorced and then...
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The States Of Loneliness.
The States of Loneliness.-by-MFB III I've discovered something blatantly obvious in my travels the world is overpopulated with so many lonely people people who have found that their one and only is only themselves. They...
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Faith And The Blues.
The Arch Closeup vertical views from the top Faith, and the Blues--just east of St.Louis- for a fortnight. I've spent a very brief time traversing Illinois at 75 miles an hour, I was belted across its girth roaring out...
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Interperting Margaritas in a Unique Manner
Interperting margaritas.-MFB III Maybe it's the booze talking but what the hell let's get it out and off my chest I discovered that between the ice cubes in that lime and tequilla concoction that slides so easily down my...
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Forsake the Illegible
Forsake the illegible Rip the paper overturn the desk burn rubber cross your lead works with erasers slam off buttons delete, delete, delete. run the uni-ball into the hand that holds it bleed, and let it drip maybe pain, and ...
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Some Unsettling Thoughts.
Unsettling thoughts. So she decided just to settle ~ Even though he'd offered her the most incredible outfrickingstanding once in a lifetime exquisitly rare one on one encounter never before experienced by her and one...
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Ode To The Unwanted.
Ode to the unwanted.-by-MFB III Unwanted is a cage wherein we sulk alone we stare and contemplate what bars us from companionship while all around our isolated selves the couples stroll they smile, and share small talk their...
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In May To A Flower Tragically Plucked.
In May, to a flower, freshly plucked. Truth is in all honesty and faithfulness to your memory I must declare that you sweetened the air that I breathed in a life that had grown stale and so hollow your bright spot in my life made ...
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The Old Within the New
The old within the new. A sprinkle of confetti multi-colored dots my hair, The sweet scent of champagne emanates from a blot spilled on my sweater. The clock has just struck twelve but I am stuck at one... One is the...
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Lockdown.
Surrounded by a frozen wasteland nowhere to go to get warm to feel your heat fleshy steam rising in the December crisp from the midst of snowflakes falling ` bitter cold takes a piece of me bit by bit schedules screaming taunting...
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Beginnings and Ends.
When Adam saw Eve for that very first time ever he slept in it's darkness under the new moon, and stars but the space that lay bare next to him caused a stirring. He had nocturnal emissions and dreamnt of better creations to brighten his...
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A Tribute To A Long Known But Seldom Discussed Phenomenom.-
I made a discovery yesterday it was as if a 300 watt light bulb went on not over my head but all around the lady in front of me and I realized after several more days of concentrated studies amidst crowds of people selecting only ...
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Even Nature Succeeds at Overcoming Depression.
Mid-Winter, bitter cold, wood stove blazing and begging to hold more logs that lay knee deep in the snow that day. So I bundled up warm and faced the storm long enough to place an old sled over a flower bed by my house. Then I moved...
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Rage On The Page That Is My Stage.
Here I sit pounding Keys like a hurricane off of Florida's tip. My fingers are jackhammers trying to break up the ass faults of the world hoping to build something more concrete. Of course I'd rather my Indexed finger would be pounding...
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What If Tonight Was Your Last Night Ever?
What if tonight was your last night ever, wrapped in that shroud of your sheets and blankets. Never suspecting that death is a fickle son of a hitch he puts a big one in a lot of folks plans. He doesn't care much if your young, old,...
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Scattered.....God Knows Where.
Scattered.......God Knows where. where do all of the friends we knew go over the years?
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LadyJane1
LadyJane1 is comparable to none when her manicured hands tap the keyboard for fun, if the topic is serious, she gets the job done. With cutting remarks most might expect from a former hairstylist with a well aimed blowgun who daily helped...
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Bourbon Street.....Party Central And A Bit Of New Orleans
nice and lively images, they are vivid, thank you, Maita Great pics.Have you gone in the past? Very nice again Sir! I've only had a short look and never at night. My goodness! How I love this city. The buskers, the artists, the old palm readers and...
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No Fast Food For Thought Here...At This Mickey Dee's.
No Fast Food For Thought Here At This Mickey Dee's. Just well thought out preparations for your consumption. Are you hungry for some real food for thought, something Big and tasty, Come enjoy some great beefs Plus a heaping helping of...
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Adult Seperation Anxiety.
Ahh, the frustrations and failings of two who begat love and then fell from its grace, to the questioning place, that begins to doubt all of life's promises. So many face this dilemma, and instead of turning to each other, and...
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Interim Of Life.
Are we not all like the seed planted in fertile flesh soil, nurtured in its dark womb for nine months, bathed in saline and placenta, attached by a strong root to our provider until nature calls and we push ourselves with mother's help...
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Melt Into Me!
Melt into me. With each kiss lips entangled silky soft, warm and wet melt into me girl, with love we won't forget. Like quivering jello as your knees both give way, let me know I'm your fellow, fall in my arms and stay. Hours of...
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A Side Effect Of Being Totally Intoxicated!
Intoxicated. I-mbibing beyond all hopes to absorb, N-eeding to escape life's cups of sorrow, T-ottering to my vehicle, and leaving, O-bsessed with speeding in the summer air, X 's- on a white board spell out railroad, I-gnore the...
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Shaazzzam!
Shaaazaaam!! prestidigitation, or mental masturbation, it's a magical creation, to be more then what you are, to capture one's attention, and may I humbly mention, that I've managed to hold on to yours, cause you have read this...
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The Sweetest Awakening.
The Awakening. Praise the earth now a Goddess, whose emerged from her bed, fresh from long hibernation daffodils crown her head. In her emerald robes, through my back fields she warms, winter snows into puddles. all of nature conforms. ...
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Moonbeam Sonata.
"Moon Dancer" by moonywolf Moonbeam Sonatas. Her spirit ascended, on the tendrils of new love, into heavenly realms from that first kiss to the climax of love's sweetest bliss. Her hips building a cathedral amidst the...
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My Dance With Eve
Tonight was a balm brushed softly through new leaves to grace my face. ~ Sweet scented April wooed me with a perfume only a goddess would wear, as I stood in the middle of my two acres clad only in a bathing suit. ~ Immersed in the warmth of a...
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Wallowing In The Druthers Of Another.
Wallowing In The Druthers Of Another. If I had my druthers, I would drown these droughts of my dreams, in the drench of your kisses draped over my droll lips. Longing to be smothered in your kisses we'll discover two becoming just...
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The Battle Of the Bulge...An Ode To A Young Man Entering Puberty.
The Battle Of The Bulge. an ode to a young man who once was me...... entering puberty What is this persistent stiff, holding parties in my pants, whenever thoughts of girls in general overwhelm me in the ungodliest places, cafeterias,...
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Mornings Mantra.
Morning's Mantra. Each New Day Is A Gift, ((((((((((((((O)))))))))))))) How can one not feel hope, when each dawn, brings new chances to find warmth burning through clouds. ((((((((((O))))))))))) Reducing yesterdays follies into wisps of...
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The Tarnish of Time.
The Tarnish Of Time. Bronze Gods pumping pompous biceps on muscle beaches in vain displays. Perfect hair, face and teeth, humbling lily-white skinny bodies who pass, and those whose pot bellies obscure their...
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Love's Inception.
Love's Inception. Four arms to shelter sweetest comforting flesh, fingers like puzzles twenty snug flanges mesh. Four lips to kiss, bringing warm liquid bliss, what could be better than moments like this. Eyes close like shades as all...
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Splintered.
Splintered. His eyes become icicles cutting dagger sharp they lock in cold venom. Like old man winter he leaves your soul splintered into a thousand bits of hail and hearty no more. His frosty glare, chills all hope as his...
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Just Some Extra Large Fish Food.
Fish Food. Paralyzed by a bullet in the back, he lay in the bottom of his aluminum skiff, which was also bullet punctured, as the ocean crept relentlessly, over his face, his nostrils, his mouth, until a life jacket floated...
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The Ninety-One Year Old Billionaire
The 91 Year Old Billionaire. It was the only secondhand thing he owned, although it was quite fancy and coveted by many whenever they happened to notice it. But it pestered him at how much it took away, from the valued moments of his life,...
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Nine Minus Nine Equals Nothing.
Nine Minus Nine Equals Nothing. Pondering nine ways I could reach her, by telephone, letters or poems flowers, candy, or a visit, car, bus or plane trip home, to reconcile our parting till I realized with a groan, My ten fingers are...
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Suicidal Overkill.
Suicidal Overkill. >< The hang man's noose is tied and set perfect, with a long, black, strong extension cord, plugged in on one end to the wall socket, and then looped twice through the trigger of a 12 gauge shotgun which I've duct...
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Perhaps-in-Stanzas.
Perhaps-in-stanzas. Close your eyes, hold your breath and wrap yourself snug in the arms of a sweater, Thick and warm, then pretend it is me, hugging you. Not me personally, of course, although that would be nice, but the one who...
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Sharing The Limbo of Love.
Sharing The Limbo Of Love. She haunts me still dancing in the shadows on my wall, in the wee hours where she used to frolic in the embrace of my arms, Acres of sheets lie empty still perfumed with what was, how can I wash away the...
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A Most Fragile Drink.
A Most Fragile Drink. The golden chalice stretches skyward seeking to catch the precious nectar of morning dew. the first daffodil of spring graces the path beside my house trumpeting all the joy to come. soon tulips will bend beside them for...
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Some Thoughts On Sugarblades Sheathed.
Some Thoughts On Sugarblades Sheathed. What creative impulse compelled God to bless men with such lovely flesh flowers, to cap their long stemmed desires. Soft petals of pink gracing a tender bud, beckoning the immersion of...
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Words Of Life Echoing Forever
Words Of Life Echoing Forever. W-onder and awe at the expulsion from the womb ~ O-f a tiny carbon copy of your love made flesh, ~ R-esponsibility grips one's soul at such a reward, ~ D-irect from the divine maker of all mankind. ~ S-weet...