<?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/sam444"><title>SHELLY'S POETRY - Blogit</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/</link><description>Shelly's Poetry is a collection of seven poetry books. I plan to share exerpts from each book. Look for poems from The Dragon Trilogy, Under A Tree, Betwixt Crimson &amp; Violet,
A Quaker's Celebration Of Faith, Precious Gemstones, A Pilgrimage To Golgatha, Quill &amp; Ink. 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I wanted to summon you to the view, but you had left long before the snow had fallen. I had found a thought provoking passage in Dante’s “Divine Comedy”, I looked up to catch your attention, to share with you, but...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/580883"><title>Clockworks</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/580883</link><description>The balance of my life swings to and fro like the pendulum on the Grandfather clock of time. On one hand I have a minute on the other an hour. And yet I cannot find the time to do the things I yearn, in motion, in the hands of time. Symbolic of my countenance I take my time and proceed...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/580733"><title>Words</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/580733</link><description>You come at me with your obscure words in blistering fashion. I will tell you I speak of freedom, of it branding. Freedom you will never understand in your pitiful obscurity! Words are projections and they reveal innate passion. Your indecency delays and erodes, evoking disbanding. Setbacks are...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/580644"><title>THE WIDOW AND THE SPIRIT</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/580644</link><description>The embers radiated a warmth that engulfed the ambiance of the surroundings. Sitting comfortably was she, wrapped in a throw with a painted landscape of a lone wolf in motion being observed by a full moon. The aura was intriguing and especially invigorating on this quiet evening. A plasma figure,...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/580491"><title>Silent Indifference</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/580491</link><description>I stood at the apex of my dreams once ours and surveyed my heart. The topography etched in lines drawn from disillusionment and hope and despair and love. Your silence deafens my existence paralyzing my tomorrow. I see from the look in your eyes you think I am offended. But, I am not! For it is...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/580344"><title>Poetry forms (Kimo and Cinqku)</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/580344</link><description>Please forgive me for not reading, but I have the migraine from hell going on! sam Kimo: To Celebrate Celebrate your life with fortitude and follow your heart, then follow your dreams; celebrate you! Cinqku: Are you? Are you ready to capture your dreams, make the happen? Are you? Cinqku: To Spar...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/580181"><title>Once</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/580181</link><description>There was a time when flowers bloomed, when birds sang and the waves white caps in unison. Now the flowers are wilted, the birds are silent and the water doesn’t flow like it did when I could see and hear, when there was life... [Fibonacci form]</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/580113"><title>RIGHTEOUSNESS</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/580113</link><description>Dwelling within us our heavenly Father, a loving promise keeper, guide us with Thy divine beacon guide us with the Light of the World Guide us — righteously loving clothe us in righteousness! Resolute Dove, The Sermon on the Mount; The Great Discourse, The True Vine, a paragon of virtue, majestic...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/580023"><title>Of Futility</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/580023</link><description>The day shifts to nightfall and I am weary. The hours of my survival wane as the sun bids adieu. It is futile and somewhat remorseful this melancholy mood. For it could have been lost in clamor or laughter or tears or heartache. Alas it was hidden in misconception. An unlikely source of deception...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/579850"><title>Of Doubt</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/579850</link><description>Why does doubt always get the upper hand? In quietude I tell myself I am strong I can withstand all my fear and get the upper hand Before the words are uttered in my mind doubt sneaks in and takes me blind In quietude I tell myself I am strong, anew My words attending to my milieu and then become...</description></item></rdf:RDF>