tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post6233576673183906599..comments2024-01-04T09:04:59.477-08:00Comments on Pictures, Poetry & Prose: LoveLaura Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-45821103732783797772009-01-13T00:13:00.000-08:002009-01-13T00:13:00.000-08:00It's cold, you'll be home at three,I put on a pot ...It's cold, you'll be home at three,<BR/>I put on a pot of tea;<BR/>You think the world's got you beat,<BR/>I rub the stress from your feet;<BR/>Life starts to feel like a trial,<BR/>I find ways to make you smile;<BR/>You're rushed and starting to seethe,<BR/>I remind you to just breathe.<BR/><BR/>All of these things I do<BR/>To show my love for you.<BR/><BR/>On myself I'm being hard,<BR/>A kiss catches me off guard;<BR/>The words won't come for my posts,<BR/>You sit down and hold me close;<BR/>Hunger starts to foul my mood,<BR/>You fill me with yummy food;<BR/>Lost in procrastination,<BR/>You give me motivation.<BR/><BR/>It's clear for all to see<BR/>Just how much you love me.Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-66054346410594243422009-01-12T17:22:00.000-08:002009-01-12T17:22:00.000-08:00this feeling, this knot in my stomach, momma, what...this feeling, this knot in my stomach, momma, what's it called?<BR/><BR/>nervousness, honey, nervousness<BR/><BR/>why can't i stop tapping my fingers, momma, why?<BR/><BR/>because you're excited, sweets.<BR/><BR/>i can't stop staring, what's wrong with me momma?<BR/><BR/>nothing, baby, you're just infatuated.<BR/><BR/>why can't i stop smiling, momma?<BR/><BR/>well, darling, that feeling's called love._we_the_pieces_https://www.blogger.com/profile/05691161409270597697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-41146159701631215442009-01-12T14:25:00.000-08:002009-01-12T14:25:00.000-08:00You say that I am half the man I used to be.That a...You say that I am half the man I used to be.<BR/>That all my attractions have withered in Autumn,<BR/>Shrivelled to seeds, returning to soil, <BR/>Burnt by the Summer’s remarkable heat wave, <BR/>Soaked to extinction by Spring’s sudden downpours, <BR/>Frozen to night by Winter’s short daylight.<BR/><BR/>I tell you this:<BR/>I am twice the love you thought you encountered, <BR/>Boundless in giving and tender in care.<BR/>I straddle mountains with the depth of my longing, <BR/>Reaching dark shadows to sow spreading sunshine,<BR/>A captor of waves and master of oceans, <BR/>Inscrutable captain of long-distant galleons, <BR/>I see all horizons and gaze far beyond them, <BR/>I reach to the depths to rescue the dead.<BR/> <BR/>I am no more a phantom of what you imagined <BR/>Than you are my prison, holding me inside, <BR/>Containing my senses, depriving my being,<BR/>I cannot accept your wild conditions<BR/>Of high roller fortunes gambled for pleasure,<BR/>Diced with on impulse and scattered like ashes,<BR/>To remember the living and honour the fallen.<BR/><BR/>We two are broken acorns, shaken from the tree<BR/>To prove an obsession, that love cannot prosper<BR/>Without fertile conditions, of ravaging seasons<BR/>And colossal collisions, of opposing forces<BR/>That bind and re-bind, until there is chaos<BR/>Waiting for re-birth, until there is daylight<BR/>Lighting up landscapes, until there are dwellings<BR/>To offer protection, until there are lovers, <BR/>Waiting to chance, all that they hold at the tips <BR/>Of their fingers, until there are lovers,<BR/>Waiting to inhale, the sweet scent of morning<BR/>That signals creation, that sings of a new song, <BR/>That tells of a new day, that promises fresh time<BR/>That offers up true proof that all we endure will have<BR/>Some meaning, and possess some purpose<BR/>To give us a reason to carry on loving, <BR/>To learn from our living all that we know.Sacha van Stratenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01041060468903643437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-28630873706483737092009-01-12T14:22:00.000-08:002009-01-12T14:22:00.000-08:00Use me upThen cast me downLike a pebble crude upon...Use me up<BR/>Then cast me down<BR/>Like a pebble crude upon a beach.<BR/>I'll take the ebb and flow of guilt and cleansing,<BR/>Letting them erode me to reveal something purer<BR/>Hidden beneath the waves.<BR/>And even though you cannot see me<BR/>You'll tread on me often enough,<BR/>Not realising how perfect an object of your perfection <BR/>I have become.<BR/>But in becoming I undo myself<BR/>And watch the stitches fall,<BR/>Just as you, <BR/>Upon a beach at sunset<BR/>Forget,<BR/>That without the pebbles you will sink into the sand.<BR/>And like me, despite your own attraction, <BR/>Easily overlooked and quickly forgotten<BR/>When the sun casts its coffin,<BR/>Rolls its lot, <BR/>And heads for the West.Sacha van Stratenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01041060468903643437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-19919323606614227032009-01-12T11:03:00.000-08:002009-01-12T11:03:00.000-08:00the stars dance with us tonightfiltering though my...the stars dance with us tonight<BR/>filtering though my window into your eyes<BR/><BR/>my head in your lap <BR/>watching for subtle smiles <BR/>you shyly hide your nose <BR/>behind soft laughter <BR/><BR/>mouthing words to no one<BR/>can life get any better <BR/>i'm thinking aloud<BR/>whispering about nothing<BR/><BR/>longing to reach for that smile<BR/>to trace those lines with my fingers<BR/>tickle the ears behind your evil grin<BR/>feel your laugh shake through me<BR/><BR/>my head in your lap<BR/>watching for subtle sighs<BR/>waiting to sneak in a kiss<BR/>when your guard is down<BR/><BR/>moonlight makes transparent the heart's secret<BR/>filtering the truth through my thoughts into your eyes. <BR/><BR/><BR/>*circa 2004 when I thought I was in love... I was.*Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03328691580785521951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-88635039302417334702009-01-12T06:46:00.000-08:002009-01-12T06:46:00.000-08:00I LOVE J Cosmo Newberry's post!!! Absolutely love...I LOVE J Cosmo Newberry's post!!! Absolutely love it. <BR/><BR/>Now..I can't write a thing because I've already been inspired by another.<BR/><BR/>J/K<BR/><BR/>This is the night that they'd been dreading for a long while; the evening before they find themselves alone again.<BR/><BR/>They set out for a walk, hand in hand when the light of the sun going down touched their face at the same time; bringing warmth and a touch of oneness through their bodies. It was as though they felt the molding of oneness again.<BR/><BR/>Not knowing what to say, they simply squeezed each other's hand.<BR/><BR/>As they reached the water's edge, she felt and overwhelming wave rushing within her. She couldn't hold it in any longer and a single tear ran down her cheek. He caught glimpse from the corner of his eye and he pulled her close.<BR/><BR/>No words are said, he held her as she let go. She let it out, knowing it was alright. Even though this was their last night together, in this way; she knew that tomorrow would hold promise for a new future.<BR/><BR/>Holding her closely, he says "Honey, you'll always be his mommy. It doesn't matter if he's living in his own bedroom or in a college dorm somewhere. You're in his heart and he will always need you; not to pick up his clothes or make him his dinner. He needs you because you love him unconditionally, like no other person ever will. You love me in this same way, Honey. I know it hurts right now, but you'll see that the relationships you've built will remain strong because of your love that binds them."Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04693495698843336789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-43990683480286073872009-01-12T04:13:00.000-08:002009-01-12T04:13:00.000-08:00Wow, the beautiful sun rising in front of us. The ...Wow, the beautiful sun rising in front of us. The dawn of a new day. It is almost as beautiful as you. We are together, alone, facing the future, no matter what that may hold. I know you are the one, my soulmate, my all. Now, as I stand before you, with all of my love, Will you marry me?Anahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09623677655361777259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-59852229292872070812009-01-12T02:34:00.000-08:002009-01-12T02:34:00.000-08:00it was my faulti'm the quilty onebut here we areyo...it was my fault<BR/>i'm the quilty one<BR/>but here we are<BR/>you forgave me<BR/>can we go on<BR/>forget yesterday<BR/>together we can<BR/>today, tomorrow...BLOGitsehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07002076381580024974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-65802370195646279082009-01-12T01:48:00.000-08:002009-01-12T01:48:00.000-08:00The Fieldmouse and the ButtercupIn a meadow full o...The Fieldmouse and the Buttercup<BR/><BR/>In a meadow full of flowers<BR/>A fieldmouse came to settle,<BR/>And there he met a buttercup<BR/>And they chatted, heart to heart<BR/>(Or maybe heart to petal).<BR/><BR/>They met quite often in the field<BR/>And would sit a while together;<BR/>But while each admired the other<BR/>They talked about the weather.<BR/><BR/>And never once did either guess<BR/>What the other one was thinking;<BR/>Even when their cheeks were flushed,<BR/>They put it down to drinking.<BR/><BR/>‘Til at last the fieldmouse said:<BR/>“I think it would be true<BR/>That thought the fields are full of flowers<BR/>There are no more like you!”<BR/><BR/>Replied the buttercup to the fieldmouse:<BR/>“What lovely things you say;<BR/>You too are sort of special,<BR/>In a mousey kind of way.<BR/><BR/>Said the fieldmouse to the buttercup:<BR/>“I think my joy’s complete!”<BR/>And he blushed a pink beneath his fur<BR/>And squirmed upon his seat.<BR/><BR/>Said the buttercup to the fieldmouse:<BR/>O you are a gallant fellow!”<BR/>And she too blushed, an orange blush!<BR/>(Because to start with she was yellow.)<BR/><BR/>Then they sat there side by side,<BR/>Neither knowing what to say,<BR/>Then turned and both said at once:<BR/>“Do you think it’s going to rain?”<BR/><BR/>So now we see them sitting<BR/>As they sat so oft before;<BR/>Still talking about the weather<BR/>But holding leaf in paw.J Cosmo Newberyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04459976320205444628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-19957682167891997352009-01-12T01:24:00.000-08:002009-01-12T01:24:00.000-08:00As I watch the sun go down; I promise you, my dear...As I watch the sun go down; I promise you, my dear, that "I shall be with you, holding your hand at the sunset of our lives. The serenity that we experience now, shall surround us even then. Our lives will be full of beauty and colours as is spread by this setting sun."-Phttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11940537379167033129noreply@blogger.com