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Jul 23 06, 17:55
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Thank you Lori,
I haven't written anything in so long with the exception of 1 recent poem. I decide to the juices going w/the Karnak threads... And perhaps post something for critique after I polish if off abit.
That stanza is the one I can most relate with too. I think many of us rush around not taking time to enjoy life too often.
Hugs, Liz ... Look for more of these... I love the way they sound.
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Jul 24 06, 07:49
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"I don't remember childhood years" has such significance for me... but for different reasons than your well-done poem portrays... though I identify with the content here as well. It's hard to believe you've not written much... and I miss interacting with your always excellent insight. Love in Light, Daniel
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Jul 24 06, 13:24
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I’m ambling in the woods again where I escape with pad and pen… yet mustn’t leave my chair, for I would not return; that wanderlust would twist and churn… my mind deceive.
I dare not quit my desk today; unanswered calls, home visits weigh upon my mind. Vacation left some work undone, so now is not the time for fun… back to the grind.
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Jul 24 06, 15:59
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Vacation left some work undone, so now is not the time for fun… back to the grind.
Back to the grind again Daniel - I can relate to that one.
Hope you are relaxing away from work now....
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"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the RingsCollaboration feeds innovation. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind. "I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. KanterNominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! "Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life.MM Award Winner
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Aug 6 06, 22:40
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QUOTE (JustDaniel @ Jul 24 06, 12:49 ) "I don't remember childhood years"
has such significance for me... but for different reasons than your well-done poem portrays... though I identify with the content here as well.
It's hard to believe you've not written much... and I miss interacting with your always excellent insight.
Love in Light, Daniel B) Hi Daniel, Sorry I hadn't gotten back to this... Sometimes, with time constraints, I have to decided which forums to spend time in while on line. I miss interacting with you and learning from you as well... Thank you... Your latest Logarhyme is also quite fitting and in my mind and life, I can more than relate--It is as if someone is writing about me and what is going on in my life... THank you... for sharing Best Wishes, Liz
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Aug 7 06, 01:55
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Thirst Comes FirstI'm pleased to find your voice in here; along the way, one bell's pealed clear: To write of meis apt to loose a readers' chains to face those run-away-from pains I feel and see. Third-person writing does help teach, but oft a reader's thought I'd preached... and run away; but when we sense we speak of meit's easier for us to see ourselves... an' stay. © 07 Aug 2006 MLee Dickens'sondeLightin' in the process, Daniel
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Aug 7 06, 11:59
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QUOTE (JustDaniel @ Aug 7 06, 06:55 ) Thirst Comes FirstI'm pleased to find your voice in here; along the way, one bell's pealed clear: To write of meis apt to loose a readers' chains to face those run-away-from pains I feel and see. Third-person writing does help teach, but oft a reader's thought I'd preached... and run away; but when we sense we speak of meit's easier for us to see ourselves... an' stay. © 07 Aug 2006 MLee Dickens'sondeLightin' in the process, Daniel Very powerful message. Don't quite well. When you have some time, perhaps posting it for revision will weed out any little clunks and bring out the profound message for many others to see. I think the message here is valuable and needs to be read by many. Best Wishes, Liz
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Aug 7 06, 14:25
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QUOTE (AMETHYST @ Aug 7 06, 12:59 ) .... When you have some time, perhaps posting it for revision will weed out any little clunks and bring out the profound message for many others to see. I think the message here is valuable and needs to be read by many.
Best Wishes, Liz Thanks, Liz... and I'll post it as my next one in Homely Herman's Hideaway... as soon as I can rent a space. dashing... sLightly, Daniel
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Oct 5 06, 14:53
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On This Night- Logarhyme
Tonight's the night, I wait all year to fill with fright and put in fear all who will call. When little goblins, ghosts or imp come trick or treating, watch me limp stumble and fall;
I needn't wear a costumed dress for on this night I must confess No mask have I. Old pumpkin head is who I am my fame recalled; that little lamb I once made cry.
A knocking on my door it came, and witnessed me lighting the flame on candle wick- The little lamb had took to flight into a dark Halloween night. My treat, his trick...
To see me there, by light of moon with orange smirk just like a loon noone would ask- When midnight strikes, I'll go and hide my pumpkin grin, all tucked inside a handsome mask.
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Nov 24 06, 10:41
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My shoeless ex in garbage stench was sitting quiet on a bench, this early morn. I quickly asked why was he there but he just sat, grub in his hair- his clothing torn.
I tried directing him inside to save myself a little pride; no neighbor's out. He mumbled, grumbled, stumbled up and on his feet, said "Hey's what's up" he yelled quite loud-
I led him in, walked down the hall toward the bathroom's shower stall. An aweful smell coverd about with gravy and goop a slight scenting of doggy poop, oh what the hell ...
In his rambling I heard him say, "I came to call this holiday and have a chat- I slipped a passed your window sill intent to offer a sudden thrill; stepped on the cat.
The dog awoke and chased me down I jumped the fence, and there I found a garbage can. This guy appeared within my sight and gave to me an awful fright, who was that man?
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Nov 24 06, 15:50
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That's quite a story, Liz, my friend; I hope there is a pleasant end to give us too. There's myst'ry hid inside your lines that sends sharp chills all up my spine; is all this true? appreciatin' Light, Daniel
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Nov 4 09, 09:24
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Dear All, This is a real peach of a thread. I doubt I've ever read a better thread! Cheers, ron
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Aug 3 11, 09:15
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Too many months have passed since we have played this tune. Some repartee is overdue. No Grace, no Liz... we've lost their fizz... but we can get 'em back, gee whiz, to fill their pew!
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Aug 29 11, 09:34
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Hi Daniel,
I read this thread with great interest and amusement. Thought I'd give it a try. If I have failed to comply with the rules of this form, let me know.
Larry
Impaled upon the vagaries of fate; or fortune if you please I shall embark upon a yet untraveled trail of Logarhyme, which may entail trips into dark or dimly lighted errant steps. I know precursor guidance helps me through the stark and scary realm of something new. Where this may lead, I can’t construe. It’s just a lark.
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Aug 29 11, 13:48
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Dear Larry, you have started well, and where you go, no one can tell, but I expect with how you've written here thus far, you'll move ahead, pass many a star you'll intersect. You've used enjambment well, my friend, continuing right through the end. I tip my hat. I've nothing more to teach you here, so move ahead, where'er you steer. Frame them with matte. deLightingly, Daniel
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Aug 30 11, 15:41
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Thanks Daniel!
I'm so delighted that I got a big thumbs-up; it means a lot coming from you. For in this form, words seem to dance from tongue to page, given the chance and thus, imbue the thoughts we wish to share with those poetical or even prose. Although they're few, a permeating swell of rhyme entices strangers to this clime 'till there's a queue.
Larry
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Sep 5 11, 16:35
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Here then is my first real attempt to write a long Logarhyme. Hope it pleases!
Love Bug Billions
There is a tale I must impart about a plague which seems to start as summer wanes. It’s not a virus or a germ but its effect I can confirm. No baseless claims are made of the severity. It’s rampant, the epitome of Southern woes. Entomologic magnitude’s extent must not be misconstrued for Nature throws a plethora of wing’ed swarms; red-eyed with lust, in fields and farms which nothing eats. In tandem flight, they’re always seen; a procreating bug machine ‘till it completes that yearly rite, but I digress. I’m here to tell you of the mess they leave on cars. The Love-bug’s why I’m so aggrieved through evolution, they’ve achieved adhesions stars. For reasons unbeknownst to man they’re filled with glue which no one can get off with ease. On roads and streets, on freeways too they turn to kamikaze goo on glass and paint of every car and truck. The blight continues on both day and night without constraint. I’ve seen the evidence first hand of body parts which can withstand ten gravities while pasted to a speeding car. Your wiper blades will only jar your fantasies. If there’s an innovative mind who can concoct or maybe find a way to glean that magical adhesive blend of love-struck bugs will comprehend what riches mean!
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Jan 25 12, 10:41
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Oar Again
I'm sorry that it took so long for me to read your sad, sad song about love bugs. The sticky subject fills my mind with things that I have left behind... with great heart-tugs. But I cannot be thinking now of what's behind, for I must plow the furrow here and plant and water; then I'll reap what I have sown, and then dig deep to be austere 'til we retire with something saved since former years that we had braved ere starting o'er with nothing sixteen years ago and marching through the ebb and flow... who knows what for?
© MLee Dickens'son
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Jan 26 12, 16:34
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"He" Provides
It's sad that you must now restart retirements hedge. It breaks my heart for I'm as old as you my friend. I now depend on checks from "Sam", watch what I spend and what I fold. I ne'er would ask "What was the cause?" Being so rude would give me pause. That wouldn't do. So I'll just say, "Good Luck", "God Speed", I know He tends to every need and so do you.
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Jan 28 12, 13:13
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We ran a mission right from scratch, helped many folks, did not detach until too late. I didn't act as some advised and ended up hospitalized; it was my fate.
My family finished up the year; the school-year months are just a blear inside my brain. We used the little we'd accrued to get a mortgage, acting shrewd. We'd start again
with nothing but my Chaplaincy and temporary jobs; we'd see what God would do. Now ten and seven years have passed and Uncle Sam pays me at last, soon Eileen too.
But we must work at least a while, repairing, sharing without wile to pay our bills. A year or two, or maybe three we may retire, but we will see through all our ills.
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