By: liddee_lu
17/06/2009
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| Almost snow here this morning, almost!!! |
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By: abstractadorned@rocketmail.com
17/06/2009
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Good Morning people of the Golden Room.
Rain on my Parade
Inevitably, he left.
Left me heart-broken but unsurprised,
like gravity, it was inescapable.
He was married and that was why,
I knew we had only been living a lie.
Abruptly, he left.
Raced me from Utopia back to Earth,
faster than the speed of light.
He waved reality under my nose,
and purposefully strode out the door.
Unapologetically, he left.
Disillusioned but determined,
to end our life of cohabiting.
The wrathful heavens had unleashed brimstone and sleet
just as my festooned parade marched down Main Street.
- Charlina Beauty Smith (Mrs.) |
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By: david_adams@xtra.co.nz
17/06/2009
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| I'll bring my ice skates tomorrow Liddee |
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By: lotoyespls
17/06/2009
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A POET'S EPITAPH
ART thou a Statist in the van
Of public conflicts trained and bred?
--First learn to love one living man;
'Then' may'st thou think upon the dead.
A Lawyer art thou?--draw not nigh!
Go, carry to some fitter place
The keenness of that practised eye,
The hardness of that sallow face.
Art thou a Man of purple cheer?
A rosy Man, right plump to see? 10
Approach; yet, Doctor, not too near,
This grave no cushion is for thee.
Or art thou one of gallant pride,
A Soldier and no man of chaff?
Welcome!--but lay thy sword aside,
And lean upon a peasant's staff.
Physician art thou? one, all eyes,
Philosopher! a fingering slave,
One that would peep and botanise
Upon his mother's grave? 20
Wrapt closely in thy sensual fleece,
O turn aside,--and take, I pray,
That he below may rest in peace,
Thy ever-dwindling soul, away!
A Moralist perchance appears;
Led, Heaven knows how! to this poor sod:
And he has neither eyes nor ears;
Himself his world, and his own God;
One to whose smooth-rubbed soul can cling
Nor form, nor feeling, great or small; 30
A reasoning, self-sufficing thing,
An intellectual All-in-all!
Shut close the door; press down the latch;
Sleep in thy intellectual crust;
Nor lose ten tickings of thy watch
Near this unprofitable dust.
But who is He, with modest looks,
And clad in homely russet brown?
He murmurs near the running brooks
A music sweeter than their own. 40
He is retired as no ... |
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By: lotoyespls
17/06/2009
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He is retired as noontide dew,
Or fountain in a noon-day grove;
And you must love him, ere to you
He will seem worthy of your love.
The outward shows of sky and earth,
Of hill and valley, he has viewed;
And impulses of deeper birth
Have come to him in solitude.
In common things that round us lie
Some random truths he can impart,-- 50
The harvest of a quiet eye
That broods and sleeps on his own heart.
But he is weak; both Man and Boy,
Hath been an idler in the land;
Contented if he might enjoy
The things which others understand.
--Come hither in thy hour of strength;
Come, weak as is a breaking wave!
Here stretch thy body at full length;
Or build thy house upon this grave. 60
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By: lotoyespls
17/06/2009
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| William Wordsworth....* |
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By: lianne.kojak
17/06/2009
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Charlina Beauty Smith (Mrs) via Abstract...Loved it :)
and adore the name Beauty.
Wordsworth...Brilliance from two lifetimes ago :) |
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By: bill.osullivan@xtra.co.nz
17/06/2009
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It's blardy cold out there today
especially on a mountain bike,
the south wind bites like a manic shrew
squat about this ride to like.
I've got glass ears near frozen off
Crystallised goolies and I'm scared to cough
Sinuses streaming like a firehose
Icicles hanging off my nose.
10k to go,so near yet far
I truly miss my fast warm car. |
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By: lianne.kojak
17/06/2009
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If ya hadnt lost ya bloody keys
Youd be nice and warm and never freeze
Its an awful long way into town
On a mountain bike ya silly clown
A lesson learnt would you not say
Not to mention what you have had to pay
But Bill my Dear remember this
We love you still kiss kiss kiss |
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By: lotoyespls
17/06/2009
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| Well don't lose the keys to the bike Sully or then you will be Pharrked...:) |
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By: lotoyespls
17/06/2009
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| Well written Kojak...:):) |
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By: lianne.kojak
17/06/2009
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| Heehee :) |
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By: liddee_lu
17/06/2009
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THE SECRET YOU KEEP
I am the secret you keep
I am the one you will never meet
Try to hold the wind on your hand
The sun in your eyes
Push the wave forward into the sand
Pull it back on a rock
Mortality for the temporal change
Become what we are
Feed the hunger with an empty bowl
Hot pieces of wild fruit
As it reveals to you
You will see your self
Not as you think you are
But as you have always been
Outside of time and space
I can see your glorious face
09082005 |
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By: liddee_lu
17/06/2009
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EL OVARIO DE LA FLOR
Un grano castellano
lleno de pasion
pensando y sonando con el corazon
sabor de melon
sabor de sandia
olor de alegria
alas de pastel
torta de anis
chocolate y fresas
crema blanca sobre tu piel
fruto carnoso
fruto seco
parte de la planta
el ovario de la flor
despues de la fecundacion
semillas maduras
yo quisiera decirte con palabras
lo que claro dije con mi ser
soy un grano castellano
lleno de placer
con crema en la boca
ven a comer
suenos con alas blancas
el ovario de la flor
palabras en el agua
fruto de esta union
05222009 |
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By: liddee_lu
17/06/2009
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Good evening everyone...*smiles*
Arriving in this world - so all alone;
my parents left - they simply went away,
I grew to learn my ethics from my play
and never faced a day with cry or moan,
for skills were seen as tools to gain and hone,
I never owned an empire or a day
and never envied you in any way,
for life's not guaranteed - it's just a loan.
No memories of love gone bad - or hate,
no goals or dreams to lead my soul astray,
no karma to enslave me when I'm dead,
no god to make me kneel - to prey and pay,
no wrongs to right - obsessions to abate;
my unimpeded path lies straight ahead.
A loner is not lonely on this day
for friends are everywhere to laugh and play,
and life is full of miracles and joy,
our world is like a giggle baby toy;
so happy by myself -- come what may. |
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By: onetwobeamup
17/06/2009
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Hey there Liddee,
whats with phone numbers at the bottom of some of your beautiful prose? hehehe |
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By: liddee_lu
17/06/2009
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| hehehe..Hey onetwo...hah!..how are you? |
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By: liddee_lu
17/06/2009
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All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
JRR Tolkien |
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By: onetwobeamup
17/06/2009
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| cold... brrrrrrrrrrr, NZ is just far too close the south pole, I think we need a referendumb on moving NZ closer to the equator. hehehe |
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By: liddee_lu
17/06/2009
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| It's frrrrreezing...! |
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By: onetwobeamup
17/06/2009
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Hurry hurry step right up
The clown of love is coming up
Come one come all to see this sight
The love clown will appear tonight
The show begins promptly at six
The clown of love will show his tricks
Upon his face a painted tear
A crown of roses in is hair
With him he brings his words of love
To show to all the crowd above
He'll make you laugh yet make you cry
The love he gives you cannot buy
You might not want to see his show
But what you'll miss you'll never know
The clown of love will demonstrate
how he gets love from all your hate
So if you're low and feeling down
take my advice See the love clown |
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By: onetwobeamup
17/06/2009
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Winter holds me with his arms of icy white,
and kissed my breath with frost upon the pane.
Subdued by touch of winter's frigid hand,
I pray for spring to find me once again.
O'wind, you whistle to the winter's tune.
Your melody is heard 'pon day and night,
but one day spring will come to rescue me,
and wisk away your song of winter's blight.
O'tree, you're frozen in the winter's dream.
Your leaves have left you 'neath a moon of white,
but when my prayers are answered 'pon spring's dawn,
you'll thaw beneath its sun with warm delight.
O'field, your harvest has been reaped and spent ~
and winter blankets you 'neath snowy mounds.
Yet one day soon in springtime's rising mist
you'll feel the greening of your earth rebound.
Winter holds me with his arms of icy white,
and kissed my breath with frost upon the pane ~
but deep within I somehow always know,
that spring will come and find me once again |
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By: liddee_lu
17/06/2009
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| :)......clap!clap!... |
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By: onetwobeamup
17/06/2009
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| you must have caught that from all the dirty boys you visited in the big smoke yesterday. hehehehe |
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By: liddee_lu
17/06/2009
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| Sometimes I wonder if I should talk to you!!..*shakes head* |
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