Irish Eye's Imagination

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Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Bit of romance...

Fleeting Moments.... A young couple were sitting on a creek bank, fishing poles in each of their hands. An open picnic basket off to the side had been rummaged through. The girl's line was wrapped hopelessly around the hanging branch stretching too far off the shore. She tugged to no avail and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Bit of romance

Fleeting Moments The truck was speeding down the high way coming from the beach. He looked over at his beautiful love. He nearly drove the truck off the road as he gasped…. “What are ya doing?” He was shocked to see her fumbling under the beach towel, as she wriggled out of her clothes. Tossing her... Sign in to see full entry.

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Courage

Belief In Rainbow Daybreaks......splendor behold, Sun warm my soul. Give me courage, Through your inspiration. To know what is right, And not seek harm.. I don't always see, The many shades of truth, As they hide obscure. Buried deep in misery, Beneath a wounded self, To see the glory of today, I... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, July 30, 2007

Irish ramblings

Did you ever have a day where if you screamed at the top of your lungs it wouldn't matter? Where you feel every crazy messed up sad, angry, frustrated emotion that exists?........... I just vented for a paragraph and a half about my awful day and was gonna post it....then I started to read it... Sign in to see full entry.

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Nature's loss

Broken Butterfly Wings A small tragedy saddens, Upon a walk, A discovery of remorse, Natures delicate flying flower, Grounded with broken wings. Vivid colors, of blue, white and gold, On soft tapestry of black. Ruffled edges of fragile wings, But it still lives. How tragic knowing how to soar, Now... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, July 29, 2007

naughty

Got a bit heated reading the boys blogs......so.....enjoy! Suggestive Dance……. With the jute box screaming….. “ with devil yell…she wants more..more….more,” he watched her body as it moved. Her sexual heat raising more than his temperature, as her hips swayed grinding air. He finished his drink, and... Sign in to see full entry.

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admiration

Eyes of the Beholder As the rays of sun glimmer through green foliage, And syrupy dew clings to the growing grass. Clouds create imagined three dimensional tapestry, The pendulum shifts to an fro, While light tapping resounds musical as fingertips touch keys. Random letters become words and take... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, July 28, 2007

Sports....

Football Crisp cool autumn night, Lights illuminating the field, Two teams rivals at heart. Stretching, warming up, anticipation nears, As kick off is counting down. The coin toss …. Call it in the air…. Heads and we want the ball. The whistle blows, A resounding thump….. And the oval ball soars.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Life fleeting

Grandmother Little girl where are you going? I'm going to grandma's house. What will you do? Making ginger bread men. years pass.... Young lady where are you going? My grans house. What will you do? Make jam and chat. more years pass..... Dear lady where are you going? To visit with my grandmother.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Vision

Eyes Open Once were closed now open, A novice no more. Envision happiness in all, Is friary tale. Focused spirit seeking life's majesty, A beautiful soul flowers. A giving heart always gives, Even when stabbed and bleeding. It forgives and heals, But there are scars..... Dimming the brightness,... Sign in to see full entry.

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I am a serious writer, I have a passion for it. A written word will never die as long as it is read by one single person. A well written sentance or paragraph can evoke an emotion and create a smile. A story can take a person away for awhile, letting them escape from their realiity if even for a little while. I want to entertain you, and amaze you tap your creativity and hope you enjoy my words....so please read on I'm waiting.

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