<?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/kooka_lives7930"><title>Poems From Beyond - Blogit</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kooka_lives7930/</link><description>These are my poems.</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/kooka_lives7930/607017" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kooka_lives7930/600401" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kooka_lives7930/243768" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kooka_lives7930/81071" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kooka_lives7930/68755" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kooka_lives7930/67684" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kooka_lives7930/62623" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kooka_lives7930/62146" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kooka_lives7930/61238" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kooka_lives7930/60935" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kooka_lives7930/607017"><title>A HAIKU</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kooka_lives7930/607017</link><description>Going through some of my old writings today to get myself inspired and I found this haiku I guess I wrote. I really liked it and am surprised I never posted it any where. So here it is for all to enjoy. Sleep now my child The world will be there once more When the morning comes</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kooka_lives7930/600401"><title>MY WIFE'S POEM ABOUT HER BROTHER</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kooka_lives7930/600401</link><description>This is a poem my wife wrote for her brother back in High School, during a time when he was running away from home a lot. She read it at his memorial service on 3/9/09 as her way to remember him. On the Run by Sarah Brazee-Cannon 9/30/91 Gone for a very long time Stuck with his very last dime To...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kooka_lives7930/243768"><title>THE WORD</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kooka_lives7930/243768</link><description>WORD...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kooka_lives7930/81071"><title>Blah, Blah, Blah</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kooka_lives7930/81071</link><description>BLAH, BLAH, BLAH by Ian Brazee-Cannon Do I have anything to say? Do you care anyway? Is it all mindless crap? Or some kind of mind trap? Why do I write anything? None of it can change a thing I will write what I do It might offend you But I have much to say But that is all I have today</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kooka_lives7930/68755"><title>A few more from the wife</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kooka_lives7930/68755</link><description>Flowers of a dream- nothing is what it seems. Treasures of the heart I can not keep. It is all I have to fear- These tears I weep. Sarah Brazee-Cannon Confusion only an illusion- thoughts of intrusion. Sarah Brazee-Cannon</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kooka_lives7930/67684"><title>Another from the wife</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kooka_lives7930/67684</link><description>The River Runs Wild Forever Flowing Forever Growing Like the child A path To the unknown Forever Alone Sarah Brazee-Cannon</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kooka_lives7930/62623"><title>More of the Wife's stuff</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kooka_lives7930/62623</link><description>The Sun Shines Over Purple Mountain Majesty, and wild flowers sway in the gentle touch of a caressing breeze. A trickle of rain kisses tall grasses as if playing with the flame. The scent of pine trees linger in the air where stones not found will meet. The stars shine bright lighting my way as...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kooka_lives7930/62146"><title>Moving on</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kooka_lives7930/62146</link><description>Moving On by Ian Brazee-Cannon The buildings lay in ruins The cars have all been crushed The soldiers covered in sand Their faces long since worn away I sit and look at it all The great lost of those days When aliens attacked on command And there were always new worlds to discover But now the...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kooka_lives7930/61238"><title>Quinn, my wife's poem</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kooka_lives7930/61238</link><description>You are my shining star my ray of sunshine. With all my heart, and my soul my love belongs, my baby boy. On the day you were born, The snow was falling peacefully, and when you showed your face the sun shone bright to welcome you into the world, I didn't know what to say, you were so beautiful...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kooka_lives7930/60935"><title>To Quinn</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/kooka_lives7930/60935</link><description>To Quinn by Ian Brazee-Cannon It had been a cold snowy night A late drive to the hospital Long hours of waiting Excitement filling the air Slowly family gathered All waiting for you to arrive We took turns comforting your mother As she prepared to bring you into the world Push, push, push And you...</description></item></rdf:RDF>