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Tuesday, September 30, 2008

What Do Dogs Really Say?

What Do Dogs Really Say? Dogs barking, singing songs of alarm answering each other across the edge of time. One says I'm hungry, another get away do you ever wonder what dogs really say? Their eyes bright with wonder ears undeviating and full listening in the silence, keeping others at bay do you... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, September 29, 2008

Beginnings

Beginnings My sweet, upon your brow forlorn resides an existence ever fractured and torn rays of dawn break among fabric of tomorrows fair still engaging most eminent sorrows a kiss left upon thine lips I shall push onward fresh days leading down are meant to flee forward. © Tina Bricker All rights... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, September 28, 2008

Scared Little Girl

Scared Little Girl Small little girl in a big ugly world come out from hiding like a flower unfurled. The evil has fled from his cave in the house no need to be as silent as a holiday mouse. Hatred will spread among the people bells will ring from the church steeple. Secrets will be a thing of the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, September 27, 2008

Sunshine Miracle

Sunshine Miracle Morning sun shines down on me and doesn't seem to think That through the fragile leaves of trees, it appears to be a wink. Washing warmth on dampened skin, right down to my toes Bringing life to everything, my offering of some prose. I watch a lazy butterfly move from flower to... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, September 26, 2008

Back to my poetry...

Rebirth Flocks of geese in a battle formation moving south across the nation. Signs of winter move in quick leaves drop, dying from the stick. Wind blows colder and much more brisk the mornings view within the mist. Creatures all, big and small search for shelter away from it all. Hoping the cold... Sign in to see full entry.

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Mother's Milk for Ben & Jerry's Ice Cream?

Ewwww. I would never consider eating ice cream made from a woman's breast milk. I could not believe what I was reading this morning in my daily newspaper. PETA- people for the ethical treatment of animals has went too far this time. They actually drafted a letter to Ben and Jerry's ice cream... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Agony of Pain

Bloodthirsty demons within my soul gnashing, pulling as I try to let go. Bestial pain I begin to evict. The mutiny of anguish and the impasse to sit. Ferocious fatigue washes over me. I try to win, try to succeed. Drugged by grief of overwhelming desire pulsating, diminished within the fire. from... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Grandchildren

Grandchildren Adorable and unyielding, the energy of the wind. Running, hiding, dancing and playing. Find me if you can. Cuddling, sleeping and crying. Kiss my boo-boo please. The life of a grandmother is trying but, as wonderful as can be. © 2008 Tina Bricker All rights reserved. Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, September 22, 2008

Writers Block

I sat down and tried to write today. But somehow the words wouldn't come my way. So I managed to write this small poem. From within the boundaries of my quant little home. To praise all the comments, the good and the bad. From everyone who reads the happy and sad. Somehow I've managed a few words to... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, September 21, 2008

The Fight

I spent the afternoon sitting, just sitting in my chair. When suddenly, I felt disenchantment wafting through the air. The ire of relatives mingling was rising to a whistling steam. I knew right that minute that things weren't as they seemed. Some ones voice was quelling like that of a chosen king.... Sign in to see full entry.

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