Tag: random musings
group name: miraclemaker
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February 01, 2007 05:50 PM EST --
Today is the day. Rings were exchanged, vows were made. Even the signing of the paper it was made final. Yet as their arms are linked and the toast have been made. There is a . . . more
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January 02, 2007 06:44 PM EST --
I don't quite know what it is about my dog and tomatoes. But he loves them. Not the raw variety mind you, but anything which involves tomato sauce. His favorite is spaghetti and meatballs. . . . more
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March 08, 2007 03:29 PM EST --
Hey, Welcome to Heaven!
here are some simple rules to live by:
the clouds aren’t solid-just use the paths.
no, they aren’t gold. that’s just cheesy.
no, you don’t get . . . more
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July 09, 2007 05:10 PM EDT --
The following items are things that (for no apparent reason) I recently thought about or noticed:
IN THE "I NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT THIS BEFORE, BUT. . ." DEPARTMENT:
A wild . . . more
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March 17, 2007 02:15 AM EDT --
Sometimes I forget
who I am
and I have to
look at who I was.
Remember a time
when I was
sure footed and whole.
What was I doing?
Who was I then?
I had dreams
headed . . . more
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February 07, 2007 11:35 AM EST --
This morning, I came to a conclusion. Deer are attracted to me....or perhaps attracted to my 2001 Red Kia Sephia.
For the first time ever, this morning I got motivated to go to the gym nice . . . more
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March 30, 2007 04:10 PM EDT --
Incendiary passion rummages,
Stacks of old dried views,
Sequestered long by raison d'être,
Inflammable debris, superfluous-
Spring-cleaning the mind periodically,
An exercise worth time . . . more
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March 02, 2007 06:03 AM EST --
I enter the land of words often,
Eager to pluck the ripest,
Driven by urge to fashion verse,
Attempting a vivid message.
Michelangelo chiselled his "Boy David",
From a piece of misshapen rock, . . . more
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December 31, 2007 10:39 PM EST --
The novel writing meltdown occurred just hours shy of the new year somewhere after 3AM. Word count is shy of 65,000. But it doesn't matter. I figure it will be closer to 80,000 before I'm . . . more
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September 01, 2007 04:47 PM EDT --
A lotus thrives placidly
On contempt of the rotting pond
Bloated with decaying leaves
Still water blackened quartz.
The foul environ augmented with
Popping bubbles of odious methane
Can’t . . . more
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February 23, 2007 01:13 AM EST --
English language has acquired a term,
From an event two millennia old,
Its' key figure a man called Christ,
With twelve simple followers-
Cinderella being no historical fact,
Easier for millions to believe the . . . more
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January 25, 2007 04:24 AM EST --
Post-stokes (08 June 06)
Staff
Old, maple stick – cane.
Right leg, left leg – embarrass.
Five foot – branch – Holy.
21 Nov 06
MGA
. . . more
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March 23, 2007 12:49 PM EDT --
My eyes, pearl mongers disburse,
Liquid globes from lachrymal sacs,
Sprung out with emotional stirring,
Augmenting expressive depth.
A gifted twosome with thinking their own-
Seem sophisticatedly inclined, . . . more
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March 25, 2007 03:25 PM EDT --
"Keep in touch," her remark at our parting,
Complimenting my eagerness,
A gesture well meaning probably,
Or cliché of social language
I'd compromised when life demanded,
As she had . . . more
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August 20, 2007 02:08 PM EDT --
Gyrations of the fire made me smile
Insinuating alacrity
Methodically intent almost frenzied
Feeding voraciously.
The orgiastic feasting would too soon
Ebb in ferocity
Embers glow awhile bemoan
. . . more
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August 23, 2007 05:24 PM EDT --
Statues fear not modesty outraged
Wind can’t their fig leaves shift
Impromptu rendezvous in twinklings insist
Seeking fulfilling tryst
Aiding attires off unscrupulous bodies . . . more
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June 01, 2007 07:40 AM EDT --
About sixteen years back I lost my father in law. He was 73 and hale and hearty till his death. One fine day he just passed away in his sleep, that too after having a sumptuous lunch. We were all . . . more
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March 25, 2007 04:07 PM EDT --
Chances are most things about me are weird. Coming up with six -- whether it's because I'm hard pressed to limit myself to that number or because I forget how truly weird some stuff about . . . more
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January 02, 2008 01:20 AM EST --
I sit on on the banks waiting
storms rage and pull me down
tumbling and turning downstream
to unknown waters
and rest on the bottom of a pool
submerged
dreaming of calm
. . . more
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January 09, 2007 06:18 PM EST --
With the loss of a loved one, it is hard to feel,
It seems like a dream-- this can't be real...
One moment they're here; and then, they're gone.
And now I will sing their song... . . . more
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