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AGE:
41
LOC: Augusta, GA
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: September 26
LOC: Augusta, GA
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: September 26
I have been writing since I could hold a stick and draw in the dirt…and I love reading as much as I love to breathe (I have owned as many books as the local library).
The only thing I enjoy as much as writing and reading is music. But that’s a story for another place and time…
I am single now; I have 1 child and 1 grandchild. I am happy – complete, most of the time.
Seldom do I doubt the road I have taken; it is good to be upright and walking again.
I hope my songs and poems inspire you. Be very careful that you do not plagorize them though or I shall have to curse you. You have been warned!
Enjoy!
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I do not seek to see myself upon the water still If rippling there upon that surface I should find your face revealed I do not search through catacombs Of memories long put away If worrying them might unsettle one And somehow me betray I do not trust in anything that appears Good or wholesome or true Mainly because of the history between us - How I was crushed when trusting you I close my eyes and dance beside stars Along the lake at night And I have the finest dreams where I&n...
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You seemed as warm-blooded as any animal to me but that is the nature of sunbathers - they absorb the heat around them and give it back unstintingly. How was I to know the difference until sundown?
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I walk quietly amongst you still.
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have you ever closed your eyes and just listened to your lovers voice? listened to the cadence of their words, the intonations and stresses placed upon their words or certain words but not the _words_ themselves, becoming wrapped within the beauty of this most basic and compelling instrument of seduction, the one that reaches out to us in spite of our desire to remain untouched? for we can close our eyes and not see a person we can hold our breath and not breathe the scent of them into our lu...
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i throw my head back it eases the pressure allows sound to escape a howling eruption of fury and heartbreak rage and comprehension - a beginning and an end to who I was before you
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I believe this is an almost perfect poem. I like it actually in its entirety, yet there is one point in it that stutters (which may be only in my mind - some reference I don't quite understand). You may address my one bit of advice as such or overlook it depending on that: the last two words of Line 7 seem unrelated to the others in that line. If this is the case, is there some way to distinguish them from the others so that they are intentionally seperate and the reader doesn't have to stop ...
How sadly, pathetically true. You have captured the essence of how isolated and bizarre our attempts to socialize are becoming. I like your use of imagery - the mixture of spareness interposed with lurid descriptions of exactly what it is you are bombarded with as you navigate the internet everyday that you live. Great job, sorry subject. k
This is a personal poem and it is apparent almost immediately. It states a universal truth and at the end, asks of _the poet_ such a pertinent question... I like it very much and I believe that most people reading it can relate to the shocks we suffer, the sights and the resulting pain amassed over a lifetime, no matter how short or long we might have lived. The poet reaches out and touches us with these images and the central question asked throughout the poem is one we find ourselves asking...
Piers Anthony Robert Asprin Shell Silverstein All famous for using plays on words rather expertly, and rightly so... How could we not love this sampling, too? Bravo - keep it up! I especially loved how sometimes one word (idea) flowed straight into another so smoothly, as if it just occurred to you. Do it again. k
Absolutely kept me glued until the end. You tied it off so well to the beginning, too. I cannot think of but one suggestion and it is perhaps a bit late for it...the title would have better served your poem if taken from the body. There sits within it a phrase that is both simple, beautifully crafted and evocative of the subject at once: the storms of summer's end. While not exactly true to the subject, the rain of debris, smoke and terror all of us can imagine through your words (even if we ...
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