<?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/tremacc5464"><title>POETRY GRINDS - Blogit</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tremacc5464/</link><description>Snippets of poetry... or something like it.</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/tremacc5464/200481" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tremacc5464/189946" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tremacc5464/183905" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tremacc5464/183701" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tremacc5464/179030" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tremacc5464/176702" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tremacc5464/174507" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tremacc5464/162630" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tremacc5464/146976" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tremacc5464/142152" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tremacc5464/200481"><title>Sometimes When I Walk</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tremacc5464/200481</link><description>Sometimes when I walk I do find haiku I stir the pot and mix the brew Sometimes when I walk Embracing solitude Etched in stone and rock I find a clue Sometimes when I walk Intangibles subdued The wind starts to talk and I'm renewed Sometimes when I walk I can see the sun I start to take off...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tremacc5464/189946"><title>You Entered My World</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tremacc5464/189946</link><description>nine thousand days and then you entered my world orb spiraling out of rotation an incrustation in the center of my all i was caught up, fixated on the being that was you somersaults in my mind and body head spinning, head over heels, in over my head topsy-turvy over you and under your spell nine...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tremacc5464/183905"><title>Like Peas In A Can</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tremacc5464/183905</link><description>Unfinished business has no expiration date filed and committed to memory in the back of one's idled mind turned on the wings of a butterfly with the ebb and the flow of the tide churned in warm air pockets set to birth un-named hurricanes shelved in some dark corner like peas in a can...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tremacc5464/183701"><title>Joy Fantastic</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tremacc5464/183701</link><description>Joy Fantastic Creep Into My Lethargy Soothe Me With Broad, Wide Sweeps Move Me With Intensity Infuse Me With Your Energy Succinctly Completely Joy Fantastic Ease Away My Melancholy Assuage Me With Strong, Ripe Beats Sway Me With Harmony Engage Me With Your Melody My Crescendo Is Cascading Slowly...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tremacc5464/179030"><title>To Be Loved</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tremacc5464/179030</link><description>To feel your strong, firm hand Pressing against the small of my back Holding me up, pushing me forward To see your smiling face beaming down at me I wake up with sleepy eyes to a sight So bright and open, it lights up my world To hear the power of your voice In fullness so deep and so familiar It...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tremacc5464/176702"><title>The Other Woman</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tremacc5464/176702</link><description>Soft-spun whispers At hard turns Dial tones Sharp tones Denials a nd pointed fingers The last day o f the rest of your life A sinking feeling that you can't shake Or chase or swallow down Painted on smiles And picture perfect moments So empty and hollow Come crashing down She takes away all...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tremacc5464/174507"><title>Dancing To Off On Sound</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tremacc5464/174507</link><description>Talk to me, talk to me We have to get past this-- pounding on sound proof glass Why can't we talk about our feelings, feelings, feelings? Talk to me, talk to me Let me in You are soundproof You are stone Can't you hear me? We are dancing but where is the music? Muted. We are dancing to off on...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tremacc5464/162630"><title>  AND SOMETIMES I AM GOD</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tremacc5464/162630</link><description>sometimes i am as fierce as a lioness protecting her young and sometimes i am as meek as mary's little lamb i give much to receive anything and my heart breaks with wanting and my soul quakes harder than any place on earth does... and sometimes i am a dying calf in a hail storm and sometimes i am...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tremacc5464/146976"><title>The Me That Is Not Me</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tremacc5464/146976</link><description>I saw you and you were me but you were not me... you were there to carry me off to my dreams I closed my eyes and the you that was me heard my cry you said not to fear only too believe I need you now in this now to help me be... will I see your face again the me that is not me?</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tremacc5464/142152"><title>A POEM FOR YOU: WEAK</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tremacc5464/142152</link><description>Am I your weakness? I truly believe that you love me Every fiber of my being tells me this is true even if you can't seem to say it consciously I see it sometimes in the way you touch my face cupping my chin and stroking my cheek or the way your voice breaks when you say my name catching in your...</description></item></rdf:RDF>