Tag: arts
member name: Ron (in complete sheeple overload) W.
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April 29, 2007 07:38 AM EDT --
All you photo people from yesterday might have noticed I didn't post a new picture of the Budster looking all poofy. There was a reason for that. The Buddy Saga is generally a day behind. . . .
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April 27, 2007 09:40 PM EDT --
I am my father's son, his laugh, his sigh.
I am my mother's son, her laugh, her cry.
I am my brother's keeper, if I am allowed.
I am a three acre farmer, and . . .
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April 26, 2007 08:21 PM EDT --
This poem is dedicated to that perennial cockroach that seems to infest the gather landscape in ever increasing numbers. If this is about you, you know it. You wish you could write, but you can't, . . .
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May 09, 2007 07:48 AM EDT --
Well, It was an interesting day yesterday, and we got a lot done, but not enough. There is never enough time for helping Grandma, trying to keep up with the outside chores here (never mind . . .
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February 18, 2008 08:53 AM EST --
Before we get to today's exciting saga, let me tell you that there is a new group I have put up at Tanya's insistence (well, she said I could blame her, and not my mile wide vanity streak, lol), . . .
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February 17, 2008 01:20 PM EST --
Ah, Sunday, a day to rest, reflect on the blessings of a country existence (that includes the freezing rain under the snow we got this morning, that has us totally isolated here, with no way out, so irritating . . .
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March 19, 2008 01:08 PM EDT --
Hey Gather friends,
Did you miss us? I have to say we missed all of you. I purposely tried to stay away from Gather all day yesterday, and up till about 2:30AM, I was successful, albeit having . . .
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December 09, 2006 07:08 AM EST --
It’s four am,
Migraines again,
Maxalt and mania,
No comfort found,
Hands going round,
The clock on the wall.
Another dose,
Driving me close,
I think I could do it.
It's in the drawer, . . .
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December 09, 2006 09:18 AM EST --
Annie, you came upon me by accident,
Though I've searched a lifetime for you,
With those bright eyes full of innocence,
And your soft voice,
Just a little tense,
Like your laughter needed . . .
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December 10, 2006 10:17 AM EST --
It's started again,
I don't want to see her go,
And you know I just can't help it,
No matter what I know.
Seems I've lost a thousand times,
And still come back for more,
Seems . . .
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December 11, 2006 06:09 AM EST --
I live at the end of a dead end street,
No visitors, no one, not even trick or treat,
Terminated in the middle of the wilderness,
Unbothered in all ways, and I expect no less.
Becoming . . .
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December 12, 2006 10:01 AM EST --
What's the right time?
What's the right line?
Where's that faithless old love,
My truth?
What happened to all the things,
I wanted to be me,
In my youth?
Time you take your icy . . .
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December 12, 2006 04:30 PM EST --
This is an old one that I wrote, that I used to like a lot more than I do today, but it is a snapshot, like they all are, of what I felt then. This particular one was going to be the title of a small book . . .
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December 15, 2006 08:21 PM EST --
The rain is pounding on the roof,
And the wind tears at my door,
And it occurs to me,
That all I see,
Has been here once before.
Then you were pounding on my soul,
And tearing at my heart, . . .
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December 16, 2006 02:53 PM EST --
I guess I've always believed in my destiny,
A chain of events yet to be fulfilled,
Like missiles in silos no one can see,
Or bottles of champagne laying in wait to be chilled.
Laying still . . .
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February 16, 2007 03:37 PM EST --
Snow, angry, not peaceful,
In swirling wind driven riots,
Flakes moving as one in blind rage,
Punishing the ground,
And all they crash into,
Flagellated things,
Whipped by whitened hands,
Into the . . .
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December 19, 2008 12:08 PM EST --
Sitting alone at the end of the day,
Thinking hard,
Trying to find a way,
To tell you how I really feel,
In slow motion,
At the end of the reel,
And still I can't really say, . . .
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December 23, 2008 05:41 AM EST --
I live at the end of a dead end street,
No visitors, no one, not even trick or treat,
Terminated in the middle of the wilderness,
Unbothered in all ways, and I expect no less.
. . .
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December 02, 2006 11:26 AM EST --
The roses all lay wilting on the table,
And the card, unopened by their side.
I'd of sent ten dozen if I was able,
Anything to stop the way you cried.
Sandi, where have you gone? . . .
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December 31, 2006 11:54 PM EST --
For those that have requested it, I'm not sure it's going to have come out the way you or I originally envisioned it, and I am finding my limits in the prose world more daunting than I knew. This three . . .
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