tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70543068939480570512012-02-16T11:44:33.972-06:00a supposed poetry blogoldslabbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15236134050331911414noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7054306893948057051.post-13588171413577456232009-08-06T19:10:00.005-05:002009-08-06T19:20:34.108-05:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >falling adream</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >place never seen</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >dreaming heart</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >raptured splendor</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >taken and received</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >moment's fascination</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >hope all powerful</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >high place of golden</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >flowered fields</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >smelling of favor</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >never end</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >never end</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7054306893948057051-1358817141357745623?l=duckporn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oldslabbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15236134050331911414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7054306893948057051.post-12207518721677306002009-06-17T21:15:00.001-05:002009-08-06T19:18:44.813-05:00<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" >all wondering aside</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" >i love her</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" >she's a little pagan princess, barefoot in a forest glade</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" >whispering secret spells to lark and robin</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" >bid them stay and charm her with their songs</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" >her care for me is a depth beyond knowing</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" >knowing always how much</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" >and what kind</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" >embraced, i know only nirvana</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" >as the hours pass too soon</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" >our secrets our treasures</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" >kept always in hearts so filled</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" >a sacred trust forever held inviolate</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" >fire undying</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" >we're warmed by its glow</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7054306893948057051-1220751872167730600?l=duckporn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oldslabbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15236134050331911414noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7054306893948057051.post-29131991823658597982009-06-14T22:33:00.003-05:002009-08-06T19:21:13.909-05:00<span style="font-family:arial;">It seems my love has proven me wrong about my claimed inability to write something positive. She moves me in mysterious ways indeed.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" >in field of riot embraced by the wind </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" >on shore of gold blinded by the sun </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" >we'll be there </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" >in a cottage wrapped in snow new fallen </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" >on a mountain knowing all that is ancient </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" >we'll be there </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" >in hearts forever joined by hope </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" >with eyes that gleam with joy immeasurable </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" >already there</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7054306893948057051-2913199182365859798?l=duckporn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oldslabbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15236134050331911414noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7054306893948057051.post-82537993760285900942009-06-14T09:18:00.000-05:002009-06-14T09:26:05.214-05:00<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Once upon a time I wrote a little poetry. Some folks thought that some of it was pretty good. Occasionally I thought the same. It's been a long time since I've written any. A lot of it was inspired by the darkness I used to live in, so that's probably a big reason why.<br /><br />This blog is an attempt to motivate me to start writing again - I hope it works. I miss writing. I don't miss the dark inspiration. I have to find something new to inspire me. There's plenty that's right with my life these days but writing about the positive is not something I have a lot of experience with.<br /><br />Be patient with me.<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7054306893948057051-8253799376028590094?l=duckporn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oldslabbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15236134050331911414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7054306893948057051.post-48605945047264833902009-06-13T17:40:00.000-05:002009-06-13T20:15:59.959-05:00<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Kill Bill 2 is on the tube, the laundry is done and I've made my grocery list. The sky is overcast, maybe we'll get some rain.<br /><br />I miss my baby so bad it hurts. Curse the real estate gods who are keeping us apart.<br /><br />we have but a little time<br />in a little place<br />to waste either is a crime most foul<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7054306893948057051-4860594504726483390?l=duckporn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oldslabbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15236134050331911414noreply@blogger.com0