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Do you Love Me?

noreply@blogger.com (cute) — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 20:06:00 +0000

If You Forget Me

noreply@blogger.com (cute) — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 08:49:00 +0000

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine

I just want one more day with you

noreply@blogger.com (cute) — Sun, 27 Jul 2008 08:38:00 +0000

when you first kissme

noreply@blogger.com (cute) — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 20:29:00 +0000

when you first kiss me
will it be soft
like a whisper
or intense
like a thunderstorm?
will your hands
cup my face
or find
the small of my back
and travel
into my hair?
will it be fueled
by love
or lust?
I don't trust myself
to kiss you first
cause I know
I won't stop.
I know how I feel
about you.
I'm willing to
wait
wait
wait
for you to show me
and leave me
breathless
without questions.

.....vlm

From : SU friend

A Song of Love

noreply@blogger.com (cute) — Mon, 21 Jul 2008 20:28:00 +0000

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Who Ever Loved, That Loved Not at First Sight?

noreply@blogger.com (cute) — Sat, 19 Jul 2008 14:13:00 +0000

It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is overruled by fate.
When two are stripped, long ere the course begin,
We wish that one should love, the other win;
And one especially do we affect
Of two gold ingots, like in each respect:
The reason no man knows, let it suffice,
What we behold is censured by our eyes.
Where both deliberate, the love is slight:
Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?

Love Poem

noreply@blogger.com (cute) — Thu, 17 Jul 2008 13:53:00 +0000

Art Fantasy Woman is Every Goddess in Woman

noreply@blogger.com (cute) — Wed, 16 Jul 2008 16:55:00 +0000

Fantasy woman
every goddess in woman
I know a tale
I know an art fantasy woman.
There beneath the ferns
my Lily does prevail
a victim of her own
self induced
circumstances.
Such a garden she has known
such a flower
temptations met to know their invisible dance.
Late at night I heard her laughing
a chatter coming through my bedroom wall.
I heard dear Lily step into the forest
past my contentions
saying no
not without following a plan.
This world is actually quite small.
No rules can be broken
no path to discover
put your heart there on the mantle
and walk only
as you are told.
Lily dear Lily
fantasy art woman
how bold and free
how luxurious are your pleasures.
My fantasy art goddess
refused
moved forward
past my still wet map
and bleeding gothic fairies.
Blindly she reaches out on stormy nights
that has always been her weakness.
No measuring of consequences
No watching for the mounted posse
planning her demise.
Lily, fantasy woman
every goddess in woman
rests in our own wishful smiles.
Taking chances
dare I say she is my hero?
Despite my desperate objections?
Beautiful fantasy that is Lily.
Fantasy art woman
I cannot let you leave my grasp.
I had never known that flowers dance
never thought that far.
It was Lily slipping past the night
ready for any enemy refusing her entry
who told me it was true.
I am Lily
I am an art fantasy woman.
Let me be
every prayer
I press between worn pages.
Lord Byron
Edna St. Vincent Millay
let me rest my head in your passion
read every line
know my own
be Lily
a fantasy of art woman
when I need to take her home.
Taking chances
dare I say she is my hero?

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Love Is Pink.

noreply@blogger.com (cute) — Mon, 14 Jul 2008 03:52:00 +0000

Broken Heart

noreply@blogger.com (cute) — Sat, 12 Jul 2008 20:19:00 +0000

We can share

noreply@blogger.com (cute) — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 11:57:00 +0000

I can talk with a friend

and walk with a friend

and share my umbrella in the rain

I can play with a friend

and stay with a friend

and learn with a friend

and explain

I can eat with a friend

and compete with a friend

and even sometimes disagree

I can ride with a friend

and take pride with a friend

A friend can mean so much to me!

I had a box of crayon,

All shiny, straight and new.

I lent a friend one crayon,

And--oops--it broke in two!

My friend said she was sorry,

But I said "I don't care,

'cause now we both can color

with one crayon--we can share!"

To My Wife - a poem by Oscar Wilde

noreply@blogger.com (cute) — Mon, 30 Jun 2008 05:12:00 +0000

I can write no stately proem
As a prelude to my lay;
From a poet to a poem
I would dare to say.
For if of these fallen petals
One to you seem fair,
Love will waft it till it settles
On your hair.
And when wind and winter harden
All the loveless land,
It will whisper of the garden,
You will understand.

And there is nothing left to do
But to kiss once again, and part,
Nay, there is nothing we should rue,
I have my beauty,-you your Art,
Nay, do not start,
One world was not enough for two
Like me and you.

Friends are Forever.

noreply@blogger.com (cute) — Tue, 24 Jun 2008 13:24:00 +0000

Dear my future wife

noreply@blogger.com (cute) — Mon, 23 Jun 2008 16:41:00 +0000

Dear my future wife whomever you are,
I am giving you my heart for free; you don't have to pay the toll
All what I am asking you for; please, don't treat it like a doll

Dear my future wife wherever you are,
Do you dream of me and wonder how I look?
Have you ever thought which fish in the sea will you hook?

Dear my future wife, where are you now?
Are you asleep waiting for your prince
To wake you up by giving you a kiss
Or are you trying to find me just like I do
And shout between the crowds "WHERE ARE YOU?"

Dear my future wife I have a favor to ask;
Take my heart and make its loneliness dissipate
Give it some warm love, make its roots irrigate
Let my heart dance out of happiness and relief
Let it forget all its sorrow, pain and grief

Dear my future wife, say Amen after reading this,
I pray that we will love each other forever
I pray that our love will not have "game over"
I pray that our hearts will play fair and we won't need a ref
That our heart beats will beat louder till they hear the deaf

Amen...

How To Tell U ? I Love You

noreply@blogger.com (cute) — Sun, 22 Jun 2008 13:13:00 +0000

The Wait

noreply@blogger.com (cute) — Sat, 21 Jun 2008 16:06:00 +0000

Time Clicks as I await
The hour ends before my take
Sitting, thinking, waiting; my mind escapes

The day grows old as night passes
Wolves crying, coyotes howling; anticipating
Watching, staring, seeing -- nothing

Silence begins the day
as morning comes without notice
Tears begin to fall, slowly

The day moves on without hope
Wishing to be what is not to be

The sun moves to its peak
without a whisper or retreat

Time moving, but still empty
Stomach aching, curling
Still waiting

by Gary R. Hess

A Hunting Morning

noreply@blogger.com (cute) — Fri, 20 Jun 2008 14:57:00 +0000

A HUNTING MORNING
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Put the saddle on the mare,
For the wet winds blow;
There's winter in the air,
And autumn all below.
For the red leaves are flying
And the red bracken dying,
And the red fox lying
Where the oziers grow.

Put the bridle on the mare,
For my blood runs chill;
And my heart, it is there,
On the heather-tufted hill,
With the gray skies o'er us,
And the long-drawn chorus
Of a running pack before us
From the find to the kill.

Then lead round the mare,
For it's time that we began,
And away with thought and care,
Save to live and be a man,
While the keen air is blowing,
And the huntsman holloing,
And the black mare going
As the black mare can.

Ash Wednesday - a poem by T S Eliot

noreply@blogger.com (cute) — Wed, 18 Jun 2008 05:15:00 +0000

Because I do not hope to turn again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to turn
Desiring this man's gift and that man's scope
I no longer strive to strive towards such things
(Why should the agèd eagle stretch its wings?)
Why should I mourn
The vanished power of the usual reign?

Because I do not hope to know
The infirm glory of the positive hour
Because I do not think
Because I know I shall not know
The one veritable transitory power
Because I cannot drink
There, where trees flower, and springs flow, for there is
nothing again

Because I know that time is always time
And place is always and only place
And what is actual is actual only for one time
And only for one place
I rejoice that things are as they are and
I renounce the blessèd face
And renounce the voice
Because I cannot hope to turn again
Consequently I rejoice, having to construct something
Upon which to rejoice

And pray to God to have mercy upon us
And pray that I may forget
These matters that with myself I too much discuss
Too much explain
Because I do not hope to turn again
Let these words answer
For what is done, not to be done again
May the judgement not be too heavy upon us

Because these wings are no longer wings to fly
But merely vans to beat the air
The air which is now thoroughly small and dry
Smaller and dryer than the will
Teach us to care and not to care Teach us to sit still.

Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death
Pray for us now and at the hour of our death.

Beautiful Dreamer

noreply@blogger.com (cute) — Fri, 13 Jun 2008 15:17:00 +0000

Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!

Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng.

Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea,
Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.

Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,

Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

Come live with me and be my love

noreply@blogger.com (cute) — Thu, 12 Jun 2008 14:51:00 +0000

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of th purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.

The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
Christopher Marlowe

Christopher Marlowe
(1564 - 1593) English Dramatist, Spy, Poet

A Red Red Rose

noreply@blogger.com (cute) — Sat, 07 Jun 2008 15:32:00 +0000

O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.

Death Of Loved One - Forever and Always

noreply@blogger.com (cute) — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 16:38:00 +0000

Why are you crying?

Do you think I'm gone?

I haven't left you.

I'm where I belong.

Anytime you are lonely...

anytime you are sad...

anytime that your heart breaks...

anytime you are mad...

all you have to do is close your eyes

and I'll be there with you.

You see the world may take my body

but that's all that it can do.

When Jesus died upon the cross,

He took away our sins.

< He conquerer death so we can live

in heaven where life begins.

Don't stop the memory

of the times we shared.

It's God way to help you through.

Take time to laugh when life gets hard

the way we used to do!

A smell? A touch? The morning sun?

They all will help you see.

I never left. I'm still there.

Now smile once more for me.

Live each day. Keep looking up.

My life was not in vain.

I finished the task I was born to do.

That's why I couldn't remain.

Until I see you again -

I love you forever and always.

There is such a void after a loved one dies. Besides memories of all the good times God allowed you to share, you now are faced with the the unfulfilled dreams of the future. Some of you will decide to just let go of any future plans you made together. You will either believe it is an impossible dream or that it would be wrong to move forward alone. Yet others will take the walk of faith for a short time - only to be burdened with all the memories of the lost tomorrows.

The poem, "Forever and Always," was written to let you know that just because a loved one's body dies, it does not mean their soul does. God gives you memories to keep your loved one with you until you are united again in heaven. Give yourself time to mourn, but don't block the memory of your loved one and the special time you shared here on earth.

Bleed

noreply@blogger.com (cute) — Mon, 02 Jun 2008 05:26:00 +0000

now is not the time to open
open that great door again
not the time to be more tolerant
not the time to play to win

now is not the time for justice
evolution mercy choices
not the time to pet the puppies
yipping with pathetic voices

now is not the time for kindness
not the time for compromise
not the time for loving blindness
not the time to close my eyes

now for one too many people
not that i have gained no good
heart has sown but flesh is reaping
tears to mind and wasted blood

now my inner wolf seeks equals
only those whose chords can howl
deadly whether lone or social
defending young or on the prowl

tell me not that you would die
upon the spines of my displeasure
live for me and for you will i
cherish each cell as if a treasure

put me not inside a cage
but roam with me through snow and sun
be by my side or breathe my dust
for i shall bleed again for none

I cannot say......

noreply@blogger.com (cute) — Mon, 26 May 2008 15:07:00 +0000

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Sending Free Text Messages From A Website To A Cell Phone

noreply@blogger.com (cute) — Sat, 24 May 2008 16:21:00 +0000

Text messaging or SMS messaging has become a standard in on the fly communication over the last 10 years. People typing messages with their thumbs, and beaming them through the atmosphere instantly. Text messages these days can also include video and pictures as well.

Thanks to the wireless application protocol or (WAP) our options are limitless. But what if you don't have a cell phone? Is it still possible to communicate via text messaging? Absolutely!

There are a number of sites on the internet that allow you to send free sms messages straight to some one's cell phone. The first place to check is with the internet service provider. If you know which company your contact uses you may be able to simply log on to that companies website and send.

If you don't know the specifics, many websites offer free internet to phone sms services. Log on, enter the phone number and your message and click send. The tricky part is finding a service that allows your contact to respond to you. Most internet to phone text messaging services are one way.

There are also download-able options, I know skype offers a SMS feature with their software. However, this is also a one way service. AOL instant messenger also allows you to two-way text your contacts via WAP, but only if they are signed up for the service themselves.

Communication methods as we know them are changing on a daily basis. Sending text messages is a cost effective and efficient way of communicating with anyone. Plus you don't even need a cell phone. All that is needed is a computer , a contact, and the internet. Happy texting!

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