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    [title] => ::one night of my life
    [time] => 2015-11-01 12:37:18
    [hometext] => poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. ~carl sandburg
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::might need a name<br />
<br />
feet upon the roof he is back again<br />
this trouble making bandit of birds<br />
hands exploring world and life again<br />
looking for an in- <br />
<br />
he happily gallops from end to end<br />
sounding like one thousand horses<br />
when he stops silence is deafening<br />
broken window beckons-<br />
<br />
next chimney calls him to explore, i<br />
yell loudly, /'/no! no! no! naughty boy!/'/<br />
i bang on walls and stomp my feet<br />
his paws hesitate-<br />
<br />
so far the bandit has not succeeded<br />
except of 16 chickens only 2 remain<br />
crowing comes from the guestroom<br />
in temporary cage-<br />
<br />
now raccoon is at his nightly impase<br />
has tried unsuccessfully all his tricks<br />
silently defeated, footfalls cross above<br />
rain comes down softly.<br />
<br />
<br />
::suspended animation<br />
<br />
time has stopped as i wait for morning<br />
wide awake..... there will be no sleeping<br />
no internet, no tv.... satelites out again<br />
just me, heidi dog, softly falling rain and<br />
this vast unending nothingness of darkness<br />
the forest<br />
the only sound here is the deafening roar of<br />
the computer/'/s motor, a million times louder<br />
than normal<br />
two sounds- like a train inside a waterfall<br />
time sets back today, so one more hour of<br />
torture<br />
as much as i love the solitude of isolation<br />
the freedom from humans, cities, and noises<br />
all the animal life, countless trees, endless <br />
sky<br />
sometimes i feel alienated and far removed<br />
from the world<br />
<br />
<br />
@->>->--<br />
<br />
this is exquisite<br />
life<br />
a masterful piece indeed<br />
for we might only wonder <br />
what those we leave behind will feel<br />
how they will fare- hopefully our <br />
words will keep our breath alive enough<br />
to be remembered<br />
for it is one thing to be kept<br />
alive in a heart- quite another <br />
to be loved long after the last living one who<br />
loves you has perished...<br />
<br />
love never dies a natural death<br />
<br />
<br />
::amarillis<br />
<br />
strong steadfast flower<br />
graceful and so beautiful<br />
eloquent, royal, so solitary<br />
very good for at a funeral<br />
why do you stand ever alone<br />
holding your head high above<br />
every one of the others<br />
speaking volumes in your silence<br />
remnants always left in one/'/s <br />
memory of your quiet beauty<br />
<br />
<br />
::morning breaks<br />
<br />
birdsong begins once more<br />
dark slowly replaced by light<br />
first a soft unfocused gray<br />
on this november first day<br />
small spats of sky emerge<br />
as i look upwards through<br />
paper birch tree leaves<br />
voices twitter and call<br />
chirping a symphony<br />
<br />
the dangers of night have<br />
all long gone to their beds<br />
yet this writer has not slept<br />
one burning desire to express<br />
as the birds do so <br />
easily<br />
<br />
<br />
::war on humanity<br />
<br />
the war on humanity is ever present<br />
killers finding new ways to torture<br />
it is political, subversive and wrong<br />
peaceful hippies go about their day<br />
ignoring this whilst listening to life<br />
seeing only the good upon the earth<br />
world leaders lean towards socialism<br />
killing freedom in the agenda/'/s process<br />
as oceans are becoming more polluted<br />
humans are thinking only of themselves<br />
sign the petitions, protest, liberals<br />
being offended is the new progress<br />
forgotten are the enslaved in a quest<br />
to encompass everyone, accept except<br />
now conspiracy theorys by the killers <br />
are taken and believed as the new truth<br />
<br />
<br />
::swedish fish<br />
<br />
there are many good things in life<br />
none of which burst upon my pallet<br />
right now besides these delighfully<br />
chewy red candies!<br />
mouth is full to bursting- bag empty<br />
slowly they melt and bring memories <br />
stuck in teeth, plucked out by finger<br />
gone......................................................<br />
washed away by wonderfully hot-<br />
pumpkin spice latte coffee capachino<br />
so satisfying, far more delightful<br />
than anything else in the world!<br />
plane jets overhead as cup runs dry<br />
planes bring memories to one/'/s mind<br />
traveling to other countries- wow!<br />
sights, scents, tastes, textures<br />
cultures, adventure, differences<br />
nothing finer or more fun ever!<br />
until one tiredly comes home and<br />
rediscovers the circle of life-<br />
finding one lone swedish fish.<br />
<br />
°´°*ø,¸¸,ø*°´°*ø,¸¸,ø*°´°*ø,¸¸,ø*°´°*<br />
<br />
<br />
::happy november to all! xo...<br />
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                                                            <b>::one night of my life</b>
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                                                        <font class="tiny"><b>Date:</b> Sunday, 1st November 2015 @ 12:37:18 PM AEST<br><b>Topic:</b> Sad Poetry</font><br><br>
                                                        <font class="content">Contributed By: ladyfawn<br><br>
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<br><br><center><br><br><b><font size="2"color="darkblue"></b><br><br />
<p align="left"><br />
::might need a name<br />
<br />
feet upon the roof he is back again<br />
this trouble making bandit of birds<br />
hands exploring world and life again<br />
looking for an in- <br />
<br />
he happily gallops from end to end<br />
sounding like one thousand horses<br />
when he stops silence is deafening<br />
broken window beckons-<br />
<br />
next chimney calls him to explore, i<br />
yell loudly, /'/no! no! no! naughty boy!/'/<br />
i bang on walls and stomp my feet<br />
his paws hesitate-<br />
<br />
so far the bandit has not succeeded<br />
except of 16 chickens only 2 remain<br />
crowing comes from the guestroom<br />
in temporary cage-<br />
<br />
now raccoon is at his nightly impase<br />
has tried unsuccessfully all his tricks<br />
silently defeated, footfalls cross above<br />
rain comes down softly.<br />
<br />
<br />
::suspended animation<br />
<br />
time has stopped as i wait for morning<br />
wide awake..... there will be no sleeping<br />
no internet, no tv.... satelites out again<br />
just me, heidi dog, softly falling rain and<br />
this vast unending nothingness of darkness<br />
the forest<br />
the only sound here is the deafening roar of<br />
the computer/'/s motor, a million times louder<br />
than normal<br />
two sounds- like a train inside a waterfall<br />
time sets back today, so one more hour of<br />
torture<br />
as much as i love the solitude of isolation<br />
the freedom from humans, cities, and noises<br />
all the animal life, countless trees, endless <br />
sky<br />
sometimes i feel alienated and far removed<br />
from the world<br />
<br />
<br />
@->>->--<br />
<br />
this is exquisite<br />
life<br />
a masterful piece indeed<br />
for we might only wonder <br />
what those we leave behind will feel<br />
how they will fare- hopefully our <br />
words will keep our breath alive enough<br />
to be remembered<br />
for it is one thing to be kept<br />
alive in a heart- quite another <br />
to be loved long after the last living one who<br />
loves you has perished...<br />
<br />
love never dies a natural death<br />
<br />
<br />
::amarillis<br />
<br />
strong steadfast flower<br />
graceful and so beautiful<br />
eloquent, royal, so solitary<br />
very good for at a funeral<br />
why do you stand ever alone<br />
holding your head high above<br />
every one of the others<br />
speaking volumes in your silence<br />
remnants always left in one/'/s <br />
memory of your quiet beauty<br />
<br />
<br />
::morning breaks<br />
<br />
birdsong begins once more<br />
dark slowly replaced by light<br />
first a soft unfocused gray<br />
on this november first day<br />
small spats of sky emerge<br />
as i look upwards through<br />
paper birch tree leaves<br />
voices twitter and call<br />
chirping a symphony<br />
<br />
the dangers of night have<br />
all long gone to their beds<br />
yet this writer has not slept<br />
one burning desire to express<br />
as the birds do so <br />
easily<br />
<br />
<br />
::war on humanity<br />
<br />
the war on humanity is ever present<br />
killers finding new ways to torture<br />
it is political, subversive and wrong<br />
peaceful hippies go about their day<br />
ignoring this whilst listening to life<br />
seeing only the good upon the earth<br />
world leaders lean towards socialism<br />
killing freedom in the agenda/'/s process<br />
as oceans are becoming more polluted<br />
humans are thinking only of themselves<br />
sign the petitions, protest, liberals<br />
being offended is the new progress<br />
forgotten are the enslaved in a quest<br />
to encompass everyone, accept except<br />
now conspiracy theorys by the killers <br />
are taken and believed as the new truth<br />
<br />
<br />
::swedish fish<br />
<br />
there are many good things in life<br />
none of which burst upon my pallet<br />
right now besides these delighfully<br />
chewy red candies!<br />
mouth is full to bursting- bag empty<br />
slowly they melt and bring memories <br />
stuck in teeth, plucked out by finger<br />
gone......................................................<br />
washed away by wonderfully hot-<br />
pumpkin spice latte coffee capachino<br />
so satisfying, far more delightful<br />
than anything else in the world!<br />
plane jets overhead as cup runs dry<br />
planes bring memories to one/'/s mind<br />
traveling to other countries- wow!<br />
sights, scents, tastes, textures<br />
cultures, adventure, differences<br />
nothing finer or more fun ever!<br />
until one tiredly comes home and<br />
rediscovers the circle of life-<br />
finding one lone swedish fish.<br />
<br />
°´°*ø,¸¸,ø*°´°*ø,¸¸,ø*°´°*ø,¸¸,ø*°´°*<br />
<br />
<br />
::happy november to all! xo...<br />
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