Winged, Poetry & Art Photo's

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Sunday, March 16, 2008

I waited a lifetime to go to town where I supposed...

the hearts of adventurous men and women go to to lead blood red lives; nothing shortens a fool’s passage so pleasantly as being laughed at; being laughed at is what I do best. I must be a woman of substance, Otherwise those laughing would be laughing at nothing, really. Sign in to see full entry.

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Bring me back my love, bring me peace...depression and paranoia

Artist: Brian Ward ( 31 yo my son) Poem by me: Off with my head! Make my relief swift, Oh, to be brain-dead, I prayed. No more lies, no broken promises, No bloody wounds to bear, Bestowal of the Guillotine, Make my relief swift, I wish myself dead! Dragons of fury, fire and heat, Welcome me to your... Sign in to see full entry.

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Imagine me, Once a wary little child..,

IMAGINE ME, Now a moody blue’s poet, living on the fifties’ down Side of Blueberry Hill, The ride driven by “Temptations” With my poems shaking, rattling and rolling onto paper while aligning my blue moon with yours, crack my self- concocted shell. Sign in to see full entry.

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MY FATHER/CHILD MOTHER/CHILD...

Even today, I wonder, is my work good enough? Free me from the room in my head Where there was no light To see the feast in your open arms Hug me, Kiss me, Hold me, Touch me into being. My father/child My mother/child Your like puppet masters, playing Hide-n-seek among the trees With repetitive... Sign in to see full entry.

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Father/Mother, your like puppet masters...

SHE WROTE IN HER DIARY No ribbons, bows or pink lace, only curly long locks around my freckled face, I don’t want dolls or to play with others, I only want to dress up and go to town, Mom and Pop’s spent too much time arguing, too many empty whiskey bottles, upset furniture, messes for me to clean... Sign in to see full entry.

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THE POEM...

Even though I was not the fairest to gaze upon, my smoldering Aura embodied the holy, unholy and the human form; I opened my exalted head and body to to Pablo Picasso who painted me in many ways; I summoned the most evil, known as Satan, for a few hot unholy days, then joined Moses and the Greatest... Sign in to see full entry.

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Dialtones...

Calls...Sweet Messages of Love Redialed and played back again and again, then abruptly Disconnected, Unlisted numbers, Mine and Theirs, Answering machines on... with Personal ID’s. - “Operator 911 - Can you find me love?” Recorded Reply: “Dial 10-10-FOR-LOVE, If no one answers, TRY A’gain and... Sign in to see full entry.

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THE APPALOOSAS With strong traveling bodies/sporting fine Dalmatian-spotted rumps/first bred among the Idaho potatoes/albeit nostalgic/they run like the wind/with steeled dispositions and purpose/galloping/prancing/ spot-lighting their M&M wafered-loins/round and round the circus poles/parading on... Sign in to see full entry.

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The Fable of the Thornbird...

The Thornapple bore at the same time a flower from heaven and a fruit from hell the purest of white trumpeted maidens peeked out and in-between the gooseberry bushes Her sentries were adorned with scented thorns of death, Her swirling song echoed in the brushes, "Come sit for a while with me, my... Sign in to see full entry.

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I live for the tasks God has assigned me...

Changing Photographs...For those of you who enjoy my photographs, I am deleting many to replace with new ones. If any of you would like a print of 11x14 for $6.00 or original photograph 11x14 for $15.00, please e-mail with title of blog and picture you want. I haven't exactly learned how to do this... Sign in to see full entry.

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