Tag: love
group name: myguild
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December 01, 2006 02:50 AM EST --
She has set me down as foreign love
And borrowed from my eyes her constant fix
Which, being torn from the sockets,
Mellows only for the time it takes to fall
And sing hollow in the frozen bones. . . . more
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December 26, 2006 04:43 PM EST --
Thought you had returned.
Thought. Dreamed
Your hands had touched mine.
Dreamed. Imagined
Your breath was on my cheek.
Imagined. Wondered
If you would love me always.
Wondered. Hoped . . . more
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December 29, 2006 02:41 AM EST --
Have I died
And gone to heaven
Or have I glanced your eyes
And see it there? Yet, Sometime
One hour deprived your company
I feel it hell
Or think some spell
Upon me cast
That sinks me down
Until the . . . more
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November 30, 2006 11:01 AM EST --
Beryl Breakwater said,
“What can I say of this love?
Is it not the most wonderful
Moment of my life?
But what am I to do?
Just to be so close.
Able to experience
The presence of his being; . . . more
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December 26, 2006 05:22 AM EST --
She nearly choked on those fine words of yours.
They left a dry taste in her mouth like death.
Your lips moved as if in mime or mimic
They uttered stuff not fit for fragile ears.
Your eyes watched her . . . more
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December 17, 2006 11:49 PM EST --
I have very little left to give,
for I have little left to spare.
I'm worn from the things I've tried to do,
no material thing for me to share.
There's an emptiness lurks in my . . . more
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August 19, 2007 08:56 PM EDT --
(In her piece on Loving an Enemy, Carolion Grailbear perhaps unwittingly unleashes further reflection on the title of an old popular song, "What is this thing Called Love?" My effort here, . . . more
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December 26, 2006 01:15 AM EST --
Jaded to the bones, my very core,
Engaged to my green heart's festering sore.
Am crippled and shattered beyond my belief,
Love add apology, equals no relief.
Our love will be short, it's without . . . more
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January 02, 2007 01:20 AM EST --
My lips don't move, but they are saying, "I love you."
My hearts like steel, but at the center it is weak.
My eyes are dry, but there are tears falling for you.
My countenance in strong, . . . more
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January 09, 2007 06:22 PM EST --
(I've never written a haiku before, so forgive me if you think it's a lame attempt. It does, however, express what I currently believe)
"Knowing you are truly inlove,
does not . . . more
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March 05, 2007 01:50 PM EST --
A Love Monologue
The voice of the other person is left to the reader's imagination.
"Ah there you are. You are Simone, aren't you?"
"Oh I knew it. You're exactly as . . . more
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April 23, 2007 02:05 PM EDT --
Rahul and Ashal had, in the meantime, continued their dance to find themselves standing alone in a sheltered spot behind a large tree.
He took her hands in his. "Ashal, I think it's the music . . . more
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February 01, 2008 07:55 AM EST --
You walk along the beach with the sand between and beneath your naked toes, the sun touching your skin, the slight breeze feeling your hair. You stop and stare at the sea, the sound of the waves on the . . . more
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May 11, 2007 03:31 PM EDT --
"Let me try and explain. When you read prose or poetry and you come across a word that you don't understand then that's a not understood."
"Give me an example."
"Hmmm...let's . . . more
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June 16, 2007 05:59 PM EDT --
When I was a baby my mother put me in the care of my grandparents. With us lived my uncles and a cousin of theirs. Across the road lived another cousin and her children, Maureen and Ernest, . . . more
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April 06, 2007 12:09 PM EDT --
My fingers want to write poems
My arms ache to embrace
My feet want to dance
In the warm sands
But my eyes only see
Beckoning fingers and siren eyes
And so I turn away and ask
Where are you tonight?
. . . more
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May 11, 2007 01:03 PM EDT --
Why do I love?
I have no reason.
It brought me nothing.
It brought me everything.
It hurts
It pains
So if I laugh
Do I hide
That I’m the one
That caused the pain?
more
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June 14, 2008 04:26 AM EDT --
The tea is over; the farewells said. Mona and Lisa walk from the house along the narrow road to the crossroads. There is a scent of lavender in the air or is it the dress? Lisa muses, glancing back towards . . . more
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March 20, 2007 02:33 PM EDT --
It was the Grade 12 farewell dance and Maya had been enjoying herself in the gay party atmosphere. She had laughed, joked and teased and been teased so much by her class mates that she, for a moment, had . . . more
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April 04, 2007 02:56 PM EDT --
Now revised
I've just come from the mountain
And it's far too soon to leave
I feel that you want me gone
I seem suspect without reprieve
You look at me with angry glare
Your eyes inflamed and . . . more
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