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A Quaker's Celebration Of Faith, Precious Gemstones, A Pilgrimage To Golgatha, Quill &amp; Ink. My poems are entertaining, thought provoking, spiritual and downright fun to read!ENJOY!</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/sam444/634652" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/634607" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/634470" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/634365" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/634247" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/634200" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/634066" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/634050" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/633890" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/633810" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/634652"><title>Fleeting Moments</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/634652</link><description>Fleeting moments seem so far away. At the time they appeared to be — forever! Like fifth grade, doing math [a year of it!]; And the high school prom [you were the most gracious of dates; why did I let you get away? Oh why, oh why, oh why?]. College, ah, parties galore; but not at mine you see,...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/634607"><title>Stormy</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/634607</link><description>The clouds came rolling in one Stormy day To take the foothills' view away. What I got instead Has me seeing red, The colors were most beautiful Against the ashen grey. It was so calming, I was Glad to see a storm today. As the thunder rolled above My head, it made me think Of yesteryear And...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/634470"><title>Of A Moment</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/634470</link><description>Like waterfalls that glisten under a summer moon’s hue, I stand in awe ~ This picture can’t be taken [the camera’s in my mind]; it can’t be done again [creation happens only once]; It can’t be painted [synthetic colors are woefully inferior] It can’t happen again [for the real moment occurs but...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/634365"><title>Forever Shackled To A Memory</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/634365</link><description>I roam the prairies, no fence will ever enclose me; I’ve said this before and it had fallen on deaf ears. I have my posse and I shall not surrender, frankly I’ve been cuffed long enough! Accusations of being a maverick or a free spirit on a steed of mistrust and foreboding has left me in a desert...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/634247"><title>When Life Throws You Lemons, Grab The Blender!</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/634247</link><description>As many of you know I have had the Chernobyl of computer meltdowns! When unfortunate things occur, one can regress into lemony self pity or they can grab the blender and make a margarita before settling into the tedious task of reconstruction! It matters little how much one sulks, when something...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/634200"><title>The Four Dimensions Canto I: Humility</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/634200</link><description>1. Scaling the heights, taking advantage of every foothold, the crag became a sheet of ashen grey, the ascent to the pinnacle, stymied! As with Ea, the sea-goat and intellectual, your kingdom will come under the reign of another and you may assume a disguise; this could be eventful, provided the...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/634066"><title>Help! How Do You Hit The Delete Key?!</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/634066</link><description>I have just finished copying my poetry blog! I was going to count the hours but when the hours became lost in days, it quite suddenly became unimportant! The will power to continue copying at such a tedious pace was mind boggling! I had 1,540 entries to copy and 1,539 comment entries for the...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/634050"><title>A WALK IN THE SNOW</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/634050</link><description>I walked barefoot through the snow Without intent, purpose, or need. The feeling was rejuvenating and Awakened the senses in the soles Of my feet, then traveled upward. The cool tingling, the uncharacteristic Trek unlocked a myriad of feelings From the past. A detente was the answer to the...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/633890"><title>So Confused</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/633890</link><description>I am so confused, I don’t know what to do anymore! Life is like a candle in the wind, the minute it’s lit something comes along to blow out again. Life was so much simpler when I was a youngin’ now everything seems to find its way through the door. It has me bound in the grasp similar to a...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/633810"><title>A Cold, Cold Night</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sam444/633810</link><description>Like two fools frolicking in a summer fog I had no clue I would emerge alone! The nights are colder now much colder than one would presume but I am not shaken, I rise above the clouds of despair and I am free. Freedom has a delicate flavor that enhances and detracts in an unassuming sway and I...</description></item></rdf:RDF>