Hello all! Thank you for stopping by my authors page. I have been here for about two years
and have loved every minute of it, and when I'm not writing, I'm a remodeling, me, life, work
with constant change. I live in the wonderful state of Virginia where the beauty is bountiful.
Please enjoy the writes I lay before you...
T omorrow just may be too late
O pen your heart and let him in
M ay his words breathe new life
I nto your soul with his poetry
S howing you that heaven
B elongs to anyone who seeks it
The wind formed
drifts of cherry snow.
Lips stained with spring,
you lie back into a drift
proclaim you have cherry wings.
Chrysalis skeleton perched on a leaf.
Light shudders across moist wing,
unfolding stains of color stretch.
Churches hushed worship wonder,
windows of stain glass become wings~
carry blessings haloed by promise,
as love feeds on each evaporated dream.
Spreading across the leaf,
ready to fly, the morning inhales
the day ~ as love has been born to fly.
Bliss twists around your hair
flies into my lips, tossed
by the hands of the wind.
You lean back, seep into me
become the breath in my lungs
the pulse moving my blood.
Joy is multiplied in sharing.
We sense the spiral of feelings
Reach to dance with the sun.
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The hand open
can always be filled.
You had reached for me.
As cherry blossoms swirled
~ a white fragrant snow ~
our kisses were full of spring.
The heart open
lets love flow.
Cherry snow draped the bench.
I swept away a drift. You settled
beside me, leaned upon
my shoulder to
whisper in my ear.
Time is only a current
within a larger river.
Tree’s memories run deep
where the earth becomes liquid.
Love kisses eternity
where it meets forever.
In these life times, I never
know when you will fill
the bench, be beside me.
Race, rill, creek to stream
joined the river's walk to freedom sea
She walked at the river's pace. Swayed to the wind
tossing her skirts.
His feelings hidden -- ardour swept between moments
of liquid aloe hue, a saccharine fire surged his veins
to make way for moments in minutes
amidst the soft hush of words and bramble clothing the course.
The earthen bed held the supple river's course.
The water's hands pulling forth the stones,
polishing rough edges smooth,
making sunlight dance where it had only been a shadow before.
Lost in mute observation – their breath hung in balance with heartstrings.
Aphrodite whispered through rustles in the grass as they locked in a slow descent.
Toes leached into fresh cut grass, to submit surrendered skin.
His eyes sparkled. She, with honey suckle skin -- sunlight ochre,
made nerves tingle as her laughter washed his thoughts away.
Chance and happenstance played their dance as hands met with a will of their own
and lips plead to touch.
This chance meeting on the River walk
cobble stoned path, satin view, wind's whistle
hand in hand -- ochre and cream -- watered silk breathing dream
Steal the night.
Stroke the light.
Erode darkness ~
one color at a time
Breeze brushes
earth awake.
Birds rustle the trees.
I create my dreams
let my wings spread
as I reach for the next
thermal to soar in Light.
Light and shadows
dance in the pond
First a glimmer
then it is gone
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- My mood is , and quote is "Butterfiles are flowers in perpetual motion -Parra".
- I am a 59 year old man from Virginia (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a remodeling, me, life, work, constant change..
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Poems I'm focused on
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I can remember telling our son that they grew with each present given in love.
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I roll sounds across my lips,seeking luscious sensations to tease and tantalize my lust for word magic.33 lines, 198 comments, October 16, 2006. In Contemporary
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I lift your form to my lips, let your fires
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Celebrate every success and accomplishment, no matter how minor. This gives you the strength to traverse those times when nothing seems to be working.
My Poetry
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The wind slips along the willows
takes the tendrils -
We either climb out of history
or succumb to it. Our spirit
My Stories
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I am going to start this in a forest glen. But, before i do let me explain that I am going to assume I know you better than I really do. I do this so I can create the interplay
My other items
- Column: Conflict Resolution at allpoetry
This is a paper on the Importance of having Conflict Resolution in Schools. The better we become at dealing with what initiates conflict the better we will be at creating peace.
My journal entries
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I look at the parents, all undone. They never saw the signs that their kids were going to do heroin or commit suicide together. The closer people get to you, often, the blinder they become and the less you want them to know. 1 Some of us, like myself for instance, have no idea how to do most of this stuff calledNovember 5, In Contemplative, Depression, My life, My own personal thoughts. 300 words. → 18 comments, Add one?
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Got up this morning and my wife was already frantic., Painting the trim around the windows. The living room had all the furniture piled in the center. The dining room was in such dissarray that it was almost impossible to get to the kitchen and the kitchen, well the kitchen was such a catastrophe that breakfast was e
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Life has been a host of everything else the last few days. We got the boys room half way painted. My wife freaked out at the immensity of painting until my sister came to the rescue. We want to perserve the ways we measured him on the wall. Particularly the point where he came out taller than mom. Big day for the litApril 21, In Life. 200 words. → 3 comments, Add one?
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