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TIME DOESN'T STOP FOR NEW YEAR, CHANGING

Submitted by Nordic cloud on Fri, 2010-12-31 09:39

"TIME DOESN'T STOP FOR NEW YEAR, CHANGING"
Margaret Ann Waddicor 31st December 2010.

As the old year turns its face,
the sun sinks down to other parts, from here,
I look out on the starlit heavens
and see the same galaxies of light,
the same formations, far away,
and yet they move so slowly, yes,
but move they do.

Haiku:(5-7-5) The River

Submitted by Barbara Writes on Fri, 2010-12-31 00:04

The river runs free
between sunrise and sunset
into waterfalls

G.T.H.O.O.H.(Get The Hell Out Of Here)

Submitted by scribbler on Thu, 2010-12-30 20:47

Hey old dude it's time you leave
you've been around for far too long
I know of no one who will grieve
you're as out of date as "Pong"

Your visit here has brought much stress
except for early in November
when we began cleaning up your mess
next to go? The great pretender

So here's your hat and what's your hurry
your leaving can't come soon enough
just melt away like a light flurry
am I being over gruff ?

I will hypnotize you ( by Shirley, Rosi and Eddie)

Submitted by Eduardo Cruz on Thu, 2010-12-30 20:36

Look into my ocean eyes
Of blue and green surprise
Then you will dance your own dance
And someone new you will find

A dance filled with passion
Which will lead to the place
Where it seems
That heaven and hell collide

Let go of your senses and ride the waves
I see your heart as a darkened cave
Open your mind and forget the past
Take the pain throwing it away at last

Quench your thirst
With the waters of satisfaction
It is found
In the soul of perfect attraction

Pat Your Back

Submitted by docmaverick on Thu, 2010-12-30 20:30

Everybody needs to just listen,
listen to the song in your heart.

Just let the melody, and the harmonies,
and the lyrics pat your back, if your smart.

Because there's nothing better than that language
to lift your spirit so high, it's clean out of sight;

it'll give you the strength to climb up any mountain,
and the comfort of knowing, it's gonna be alright.

But, should your taste in music turn to melancholy,
well, them there blues, may just gonna hafta be your tune;

clove magic

Submitted by Victorclaude on Thu, 2010-12-30 18:38

clove magic

flower of clove
essence of orange
mingling esters in
ether's province

begets a boon
of
boundless olfactory

crisp as flowering
orange blossom's scent
in humid
southern nights

made crisper from
exotica of myrtle's
clove magic

Szygium aromaticum and
Citrus sinensis

one sniff
mind's eye entertains
new horizons

where hate cannot
exist.

vcp

30 December 2010

How to Purr

Submitted by Loreli on Thu, 2010-12-30 16:05

I want to learn how to purr
release the sound from deep below
the one caught somewhere in my throat
a voice I have but it’s hidden, remote.

It seems my desire has no cure
so I search my voice that you will know
what I’m feeling when my senses float
find passion’s scream I wish to emote.

I know it’s there when my senses blur
a lustful emotion I long to share
beautiful songs I have never written
purring love, I’m your soulful kitten.

Loreli

Sensuous Fever

Submitted by raj on Thu, 2010-12-30 15:09

At Dawn

Droplets of dew
upon velvety petals
evoke intimate memories
of your lingering touch

At Dusk

My parched lips quake
like sun baked soil
come quench my thirst
with your nectars

Come Night

A shooting star
doesn't quicken my desire
it needs the flash
of your lightning touch

The Call

Come drench me
in your showers and hail
let's drowse the embers
in our loins

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Submitted by raj on Thu, 2010-12-30 14:43

excuse me...i faced formatting probles..i shall repost

EXPRESSING ME

Submitted by Nordic cloud on Thu, 2010-12-30 11:20

"EXPRESSING ME "
Margaret Ann Waddicor January 2010

There is not least 
an element of panache, 
of the theatrical 

in what I write, 
one dons a garb 
like that of a bard 

and expounds
with a superior vocabulary, 
with a feeling that one is swathing, 

beaming
the mind for all possible remarks 
of dashing value

to impress oneself first, 
to show how well one can dance
this particular waltz 

and does so
with an energy
and excitement 

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