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I've never written poetry, so I don't know how.(This was written when I first came to this site. Boy was I innocent!) I am just putting thoughts to words.  I've found that Starbucks is a great place to watch people as well as the waterfront. ! I'm Finding that it takes me awhile to think one through. the slow steady build-up then the pentup-words burst forth in a Climatic rush! This must MEAN SOMETHING! I'm generally taking My Sat (which is evryone elses Fri)and just sitting at a Star Bucks or maybe along the waterfront and watching people. They are my insperation, That and things that have happened to me in my Life.

Update (July 31) Just got done writting 6 or 7 feel so wrung out! wonder if they have a Viagra for writers Brains and fingers!!! Something else, I have a demented sense of humor. I still read the "THE GROUND!" and chuckle and yes I've taken My Site name from the British comedy. So I'm off in left field and enjoy my veiw of the world from there. All in all and in the end, Have a Hell of Great Day!

It is Sept. 04
 I'm moving through life in a cloud of thought and cramped fingers. Someone has brought some Light to my otherwise Dark and Dank self. She is Pure Lightness to me so I must thank her in my new found Wordsmithing skills.

Soar High My Bird of Light! You despel my Shadows with your Bright Inner Fire! Your voice is a soothing balm to my troubled spirit! God has surely sent you to watch over me! Angel of Lightness!

This is from she who has Lighted My Heart!
For I am Hers and She is Mine!

It is Oct. O4
 Life is difficult, making you walk the razors edge and making you choose..... There are 2 choices when confronted with this delemma, Or are there 3? the 3rd being NOT to choose. Sis is having a rough time as her Dad is in poor health. I must try and help her in any way I can. Work continues to become more difficult as we gear-up for T-Day. It will be Balls to the wall and no time for anything, This is the time when the anger wells up and control is difficult. The constant calling on the radio for this and that can really make Sanity an interesting concept.

It is Nov. 11
 I am exhausted and it has finally caught up with me. I have been working 50 hr weeks sprinkled with some 60 hr weeks, since July, I think. I can't remember back that far. They have just changed my shift from 5-10's to 4-10's so I am going to rest and be more attentive to my Writing as I have been neglecting it and My friends here rather severly..... For that I'm truly sorry. Reality does seem to intrude in the world of writing to the detrement to all at times, But we all must live, in the real world.
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This is from My "Sis" of 20 years She often Thwacks me to keep me on the straight path.....That could explain the sloping forehead. Neandertal that I am!

Striking red beard
Strong ruddy hands

He does not realize that his heart holds secrets to his soul
If he would only let it free to search.

Broad supportive shoulders
Bright twinkling eyes

He has been scarred by loves and pains that no one but he knows
His loyalty would make the knights of old jealous

Full wise lips
Strong true laugh

His trust is not easily given
And those he calls "Friend" are a select few

Thick scarred fingers
Calloused tender palms

I want for him a love that is his equal
A woman that is worthy of his gifts

Burly thick chest
Red, curly locks

I see for him a partner that values all he is
A partner that holds his hands

Inquisitive intelligent mind
Loyal faithful soul

I know he will find happiness
His heart is pure and his soul is true

Fierce protective spirit
Contagious all encompassing smile

He is my bro
And I truly love him so

Striking red beard
Strong Ruddy hands.

Ladyof1980
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This Is from my Starbucks Comrade. She is a Wonder and I'm Touched by Her Friendship.

He sits quietly gazing out the window,
idly eavesdropping on conversations and
taking in all the sights and sounds around him.
The cacophony of human voices brings
comfort and solace during the lonely hours.

Eyes closing from time to time in memory
or fatigue, glancing up in admiration
as creatures of beauty waltz gracefully by.
His coffee finished, he sits in the quiet
of morning, of dreams and of sweet memories.

Touchof1der
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