Passion Poetry

Monday, February 14, 2005

Love Craft

We meet as strangers knowing messages of thought pass through I am myself, a woman supple form and willing love What you will is my desire to be that which cools your fire speak what is and that I am molded perfect by your design An image crafted from images made right and wrong remembered program my thoughts to echo your own perfection in thought and form You’ll get fulfillment of fantasies ecstacy in similarity no strife, nor confusion nor complaint of mine your will is my design I love you... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, February 4, 2005

Past the Façade

Go deeper– past the fa ç ade deeper yet– to the well deeper still– to the spring that fills it deeper even more so– past the bubbling fountain on past the river and deeper into the soul There, see, are we– not me– not thee There is what makes us Lovers There is our need– There is the Blossom that bares our Seed There is the point of our existence where I come onto you and you come into me The force of our own will makes this happen or nil The stars proclaimed such a moment? Hardly noticed they–... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, January 29, 2005

The Cookie Jar

Bring me a cup of sugar, white and sweet made from canes or sugar beets Fetch three eggs from Rosie’s nest Vanilla too, pure is best A cube of butter will be quite nice and a cup of brown sugar, packed so tight Four cups of flour from the golden wheat grown on the plains, vast and deep To this, baking soda, to make them rise and a touch of salt to savor Cream the sugars, eggs and butter Watch me close, and learn from Mother Now we’ll fold in the flour mix with ease Pour in some chocolate chips,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, January 19, 2005

For Bloggers who don't know they are read:

Journey in the Sand I read your journey as often as written– discript words of wisdom laid upon the electric air– they are footprints in the sand on a deserted beach giving comfort to know the path I tread is not barren of reason I follow truth I hope to catch up and be worthy of the encounter © J K Sommers, Jan 16, 2005 (smm, one in six billion) Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, January 1, 2005

Out with the old. . .In with the New

Happy New Year! Enter the moment where first breath is taken first kiss made first wishes cast upon the wind the moment of beginning new Step into the waking day first written page of a diary first step out of the past first step into tomorrow the day new begins life transcends Dance! Sing! Rejoice! All souls celebrate from winter cold to spring unfold the New Year hosts a resonant sound Renew, Renew, Renew © J K Sommers, 1997 Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, December 20, 2004

Thought Transcribed

My eyes closed, I see the Universe points of light sweep past my view moving, fading past I want to see the fourth dimension-- see the unseen I feel First I must know First I must understand What I was, before I was What I am, now that I am Before I can see what is to be I am shape and size, material substance, 3-D Was I once two dimensional? A shape drawn on the Universe like a stick figure, or a Rembrandt? Or a series of symbols etched together like the constellations I ponder their meaning... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, December 3, 2004

Cat People

They come in little handfuls of curiosity and play with innocense and trust for everything at bay they pounce a shoe or charge a broom but swift retreat with a loud va-room Made for independence as their domain they first needs peace and security to reign plenty of pets, when it desires, as forced affection will raise it’s ire They go as they choose and can be seen as aloof They’ll seek cozy comfort when need arises bringing with them field surprises Your lap they’ll return to and purr content... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, November 28, 2004

My Father's Hands

My Father's Hands No, I can not see myself-- But, I can see my hands. Wide palms, the fatness of my knuckles with swirling folds, skin covered with cris-cross cracks and thick creases Nails--flat, chipped, irregular tips, I pick the dirt from beneath them or scrape with the pocket knife Fingers not so long and thin and graceful as my Mother's, or my sister's or my daughters' reaching octaves and strumming harmonious chords. I can see my hands-- They're not so big as my Fathers' One with a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, October 28, 2004

In Atlantis

Here walks the sacred Fem, in a sacred place– Where spirits of Moon and Earth, divine, bridge the stream of life and time with love and hope for all mankind and knit silvers threads of life into oneness– of heart and breath and mind, to her, the goddess, Freya– Mother of all life. By the song of Wind and sweetly scented mist of Life through Wooded hills and blossomed fields, to a solemn place– Steps softly she, this day of May, Lithia, the joyous goddess. Green leafed pines and trillium, roses... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, October 27, 2004

Resurrection

Out of Darkness Out of Sin Into light and Life Full of wonder and Awe no Evil to measure Only Goodness Life is not shamed not damned not crucified not hoped for Life is Breath light Blood not spilled but Circulating-- Heart pumping Mind Seeking Body Embracing-- Not Forsaking Hu Man ity Born unto the Earth in the light and warmth of the Sun supple watery form Full of Life With every Right of Nature to be As a Tree A tree is born of soil of water of light from a shell to a living Oak-- A thousands... Sign in to see full entry.

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