Irish Eye's Imagination

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Sunday, August 19, 2007

Life Happens....

Turn Around Once a small child, Holding me gentle in his arms, Bouncing on his knee. Daddy’s little girl. Turn Around I am walking… To his outstretched arms, Soon skipping, hopping, jumping rope. Still daddy’s little girl. Turn Around Dad please show me, How to drive…. I don’t know how I hit the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Inspiration....

Purple…. A deep enchanted color, Rich with regale majesty. Describing passion…. I know why…. The awe of brilliance. The allure of seduction. Purple….deep dark mysterious, Mystic, moonlight shadows. Purple….fused romantically, Captivating….erotic, sensual. Cool….but naughty, Born of Royal blue,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Romantic thoughts....

Boy and Girl Alone Skimming stones, Down at swimming hole. Shy smiles, Scuffing toes pushing dirt. Fingers touch…. Gentle tingles chasing, Rushing heated blush. Nervous clumsiness… Longing gaze… Hearts pounding …. Lips caress softly. Lover’s first kiss. Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, August 18, 2007

Bit of Romance.....

Fleeting Moments…. “Honey stop…..I’m working here,” Jim fussed his wife tickled his back as he leaned over the car. She quit but gave a pout face, he grinned and nodded going back to his task. A bit later in the day…..while he was mowing the lawn, she interrupted him again. Lemonade and a sandwich,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thoughts.....

Words Can Be Cruel What, when, why, how, where? Simple asking verbs…. On paper innocent aren’t they? Or are they….. As writers we ponder….everything. Our minds are a constant storm of thoughts. Channeled gently and kind, They can inspire and give hope. Vented angrily without care, They bring hurt... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, August 17, 2007

Enigmatic's Sand Cavern Pic.....I wrote..

Sands of Forgotten Time.... Crystal grains blowing across time, Useless dust choking life. Magical metamorphosis created, With nary eye watching..... Accidental stumble she trips, Falling into wonderland. Golden pillars carved, By winds spanning infinity, Caverns to her soul. Beauty is beheld....... Sign in to see full entry.

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Remember....

Solemn Heart Lonely whistle of a far off train, Wild call of the wolf, Silhouette against blood moon. Empty what was full, Beating heart stops…….forever! Senseless reason…woe tortured spirit. Stir the ashes….no glow remains, Life once vivid….. Black as coal. Whispers and chatter, Creep through... Sign in to see full entry.

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Magical.....

Castle of Imagination Mythical, magical, enchanted, Castle in the clouds, Breathe mystery to imagined. Bringing to life… dragons, knights, Shields of honor…..gleaming swords. Regal hosts throwing cotillion, Promising lifetime wealth, With a hand in marriage. Ancient history tales of courage. Belief... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, August 16, 2007

Dancing Star cont.....

Raging Emotions Mark leaped from his truck racing quickly to the other side heart pounding, his body trembling fearing what he might find. Kelli was curled on the ground, she was moving and still violent cursing her dilemma. No illumination from a clouded moon, left attempts to view injury nil. Mark... Sign in to see full entry.

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Day reversed....

Sunset Often missed with hectic schedules. Competing with dinner, Or kids bedtimes. Poets know it, As do painters. Lovers watch it…. Or do they? Snuggling together kissing. Photographers try to capture, But the best camera is our eyes. Why…. a beautiful picture, Worth a thousand words…. Depends on... Sign in to see full entry.

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I am a serious writer, I have a passion for it. A written word will never die as long as it is read by one single person. A well written sentance or paragraph can evoke an emotion and create a smile. A story can take a person away for awhile, letting them escape from their realiity if even for a little while. I want to entertain you, and amaze you tap your creativity and hope you enjoy my words....so please read on I'm waiting.

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