<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/SFJoseph"><title>Papa's Poetry Corner - Blogit</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SFJoseph/</link><description /><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SFJoseph/634776" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SFJoseph/598806" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SFJoseph/582112" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SFJoseph/580834" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SFJoseph/565108" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SFJoseph/564640" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SFJoseph/564457" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SFJoseph/563856" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SFJoseph/562953" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SFJoseph/562723" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SFJoseph/634776"><title>A Song Too Late</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SFJoseph/634776</link><description>I dreamed a dream, a vision seemed, To cross my sleeping thoughts, Of two birds in adjoining nests, So close, but really not. The silent male, his feathers pale, Sang not a single tune, The female sat, attention rapt, And dreamed about the moon. A Canary sings, his voice takes wing, When in the...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SFJoseph/598806"><title>Sentinel</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SFJoseph/598806</link><description>In human form my soul confined, The Azure sea no longer mine, Bipedal chains locked firm and sound, Holding me to solid ground. My longing gaze does forever scan, The boundless sea across the sand, Praying that my eyes will see, The one destined to set me free. The creatures of both sea and land,...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SFJoseph/582112"><title>Dragon Night</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SFJoseph/582112</link><description>The wind chilled rain, a travelers bane, cuts deep into my soul. I huddle deep in restless sleep, beside a sheltered knoll. The roar upon, my ears are drawn, to fears of legends deep, The night does play tricks banned by day, and brings the brave to weep. A roar takes flight, piercing the night,...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SFJoseph/580834"><title>Home</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SFJoseph/580834</link><description>Upon an army of darkness I rode, The rutted path bemoaned the load, The wind whipped clouds blot out the sun, As I search for my only one. Visions fade and pale to gray, Faces not illumed by day, All seems lost within a storm, Who's frigid breath keeps one not warm. Then a light pierces the...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SFJoseph/565108"><title>Pot Smokin Mama</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SFJoseph/565108</link><description>A funny/satirical poem/song. When I was just a kid, My Mama told me son, Don't you smoke that stuff, Smokin ain't no good, smoking ain't no fun. So I took her words to heart, And always just said no, I grew up well and good, With a good career to show. But as the years they passed along, My Mama...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SFJoseph/564640"><title>Silent Moon</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SFJoseph/564640</link><description>From silent moon the argent glow, Does upon the lovers flow, Parted now this lonely night, Both bathing in the same moonlight. Though miles apart, the full moon's face, Connects their hearts to one joined place, Hand in hand, though touching not, Souls intertwined in blissful knots. Journeyed now...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SFJoseph/564457"><title>Six Swans</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SFJoseph/564457</link><description>A poetic retelling of the Grimm's fairy tale. Final part, three. The girl set out at morning hour, The forest wide she then did scour, Finding asters where they did grow, The little shirts she began to sew. Silently the maiden sewed, While four seasons bells had tolled, Fast away where none could...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SFJoseph/563856"><title>Six Swans</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SFJoseph/563856</link><description>A poetic retelling of the Grimm's fairy tale. Part two. On the morrow the King did come, To see his children, seven to one, But who did he find waiting there, No sons, and only daughter fair. "Where are thy brothers?, asked the King, "Ah dear father", she did sing, "Seen from the house where I...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SFJoseph/562953"><title>The Way</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SFJoseph/562953</link><description>In a sea of dark emotions, Light surges to be free, In a realm without devotions, I struggle to be me. Inconsistent incandescence, Illuminates my mind, While feelings in descendence, Make truth so hard to find. In seething dark the view is stark, Like thunder clouded skies, And wisdom's ark...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SFJoseph/562723"><title>Six Swans</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/SFJoseph/562723</link><description>A poetic retelling of the Grimm's fairy tale. In a time once long ago, Unfolds a tale here to be told, A King out hunting as he would, Became sore lost in a great wood. Standing still and looking round, There was no pathway to be found, Then all at once who did appear, An old witch walking,...</description></item></rdf:RDF>