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A stretch of emotions I liked:

          Shadows of Separation by Cupcrazy

        there is nothing between us
        and yet there is everything
        as I hide emotion behind lace veneers
        where a mother's tears can flow unbidden
        and sadness can curl on smiling lips
        to utter tomorrow's dreams
        while never truly believing
        in any of them

        for loneliness has settled in my palm
        where once your little hand rested
        so innocently 
        and your shadow curved within mine
        with a sense of belonging
        as if there could never be
        any separation

        but now light has left spaces
        crawling between us
        where eyes are drawn to the emptiness 
        with forced acceptance
        and goodbyes are words I say
        with gasping breath
        forced from screaming recesses

        as I linger solemnly at windows
        watching shadows disappear 
        praying that once more
        your's will dance
        within the circle
        of your mother's love...

[thanks Cupcrazy for permitting me to share this beautiful write]

A nature write that captures true children love:

        The Swing by Driftwood

        Gentle thoughts I have, racing through my mind,
        Of my father carrying a rope, with me right behind.
        He said it would be fun, just you wait and see,
        As he handed me the rope, and shimmied up the tree.

        I watched him with awe, as he climbed to the limb;
        Then yelled down at me, to throw the rope to him.
        It took a few times, then I made a good shot,
        He caught the rope, and tied some fancy knot.

        He had a big grin, as he lowered from the tree;
        "I'm doing this for you, as My father did for me".
        He then took a tire, and tied it at it's base.
        The whole time he did this, he had a smile on his face.

        He lifted me up and then sat me in the tire,
        Then shoved me off, while I screamed "Higher".
        This was a great time, that we both shared,
        I could tell, that my father really cared.

        I leaped from the swing, like a bird in flight,
        Then hit my head, and was out like a light.
        I opened my eyes, my son stood over me.
        He said "Are you OK dad? You fell from the tree".

        Still dazed by my fall, he reached out his hand,
        He said "I'm glad you're OK, let me help you stand".
        Even for just a moment, I traveled to my past,
        It's a memory well cherished, forever it will last.

        I then took my son and set him in the tire,
        And gave him a good push; he yelled "Higher".
        With a smile on my face, he'll remember the fun,
        As I pass on the tradition, between father and son.

{thanks for your consideration again, Driftwood}

Something that deeply touched me in relation to my life humorously:

      Daddy's Girl! by darell

      I call her up on the telephone
         disguised in a deep baritone voice.
         She quickly captures that
         distinct sound unique
         only to daddy.
         Laughter sprinkles through
         the airwaves as we both
         declare a truce.
         The first words that comes
         out her mouth is," daddy please",
         followed by more jubilance.
         The laughter descends 
         as a quietness fills
         the air for a fraction
         of a second.
         We begin our conversation
         with a sweet and mutual
         affection that only comes
         from ties deeper then life
         itself.
         "To be loved like that,
         loved like that."

(thank you for allowing public appreciation, darell)

A nature poem that just totally reflects some of my memories, and I hope you enjoy it too:

          Treachery by ParadoxFry

               Lambent evening glow
               soft magenta night shade
               deepening lavender to navy

               Unmistakable scent
               of long summer days
               garden hoses and laughter

               Steel anvil specters slide silent

               too are the crickets...

{It means much to be able to share a creative write from you, ParadoxFry}

A haiku that is one of the one's done very well in nature, I think:

      Nest by Karl Weiss - Topaz

         egg in nest
    cracks in new birth
    eagle flies high

(My pleasure to share a compelling little piece, sure could add a smile, Karl Weiss - Topaz!)

An indepth, to the point comparison to like a friend in how much she needs her cup:

         Coffee Pot by Luna Tique Fringe

         On the woodstove sits a good old girl
         a black speckled beauty, shows her age
         but always takes care of me

         Miss Fancy,
         pristine on the counter
         contemporary, the latest fashion

         useless as thread without a needle,
         when the power fails

         I scoff in her direction,
         as my old friend begins to murmur,

         good morning

[thanks so much for this oppurtunity to feature some stellar lines, Luna Tique Fringe!]

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I used to write two times a week, now I average out to about 30 /month.

I guess my style is: Rhyming sometimes anymore, logical, funny and I know I'm not an expert at brevity

I have paused in a haiku class, but would sometime like to re-start.

Poems I do have, however:

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 Organized penning to possibly not dry out reading: 

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Also, if you have time --
take a look at this picture
For a PERIDOT PARROT POET, this fits!


http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q97/photopoverty/209995292_882f17134f_o.jpg

my favorite book is the interactive one as James 4:8 shows

Favorite quotes:

"Ginger isn't that hot, it's just you don'e eat anything with it" by me

"Earth is like a table, it could be cleaned up but currently isn't" by PoetryInA-Keyboard

"I'm still young enough that my poems are understood" by Daisy

"You just use the word, 'dinner' as an excuse for other means of fun" by pia-k

"I can't be ready unless I'm pretty" by me

An acrostic for some that want to know what I am:

S P L I S H S P L A S H P E N C I L 

Studying the computer site for a quarter of the day
Partaking in trying to be nice when returning favor on others' work
Love writing stanzas that are worth a trophy
I hold contests about real things to inspire people
Say shhh to sort of bad poems
Hee-hee, I don't mind joining a challenge with a rhyme rule
Sigh when reading sad writes, but won't be harsh about it
Pay the price of rewarding some penning because I wish for good critiques
Listen to my mamma's requests for edits when she gives them
A unique author, as said differently by poets
Stated I wanted to get off AllPoetry one day, but mood and words changed gradually
Hay, I love what nature has!
Paper is where I start, then I add it to AP
Even when I get reviews I don't prefer, I would like to behave
Never entering groups for safety ratios
Comments I make, I attempt to understand all words fully, long if needed
I anticipate continuing in typing in clean lingo
Lonely, I am not!

 P O E T R Y I N A - K E Y B O A R D

Precious maturity, I'd like to keep around even
On the internet where it isn't public.
Eccentric practice can then pen easier within borderlines,
To touch the true heart crossing back from just to impress.
Reading poetry hopefully with a comment; there's time.
Yarning one thought parallels 'till it's stitched to yawn
Investigating on the contest which stops the scroll
Noting a humorous pop gravitates to my quill,
-no inspiration only lasts a dash.
A serenity curves my typing, piece of paper falls out of it
Keeping bony words on lines that are intended to be strong:
Every day, I look for the intruding action at the window, a
Yip of a dog may do it or depends on what's a little different.
Being well cyclic on a barely variable genre I like to glide
Opposite it may be if sadness wins, from their heart not mine
And, nature might not be casual but stretches to be me!
Running outdoors exceeds the robotic level,
Doing my notepad, creating it like a program in my head.

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