<?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="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/Buksboy7869"><title>New Poetry - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Buksboy7869/</link><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="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Buksboy7869/729255" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Buksboy7869/727904" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Buksboy7869/725836" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Buksboy7869/725786" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Buksboy7869/722132" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Buksboy7869/721690" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Buksboy7869/721684" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Buksboy7869/721516" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Buksboy7869/721179" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Buksboy7869/720863" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Buksboy7869/729255"><title>Days</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Buksboy7869/729255</link><description>The strands of life pour into a life – It’s beauty and grace Seen at the close of day – Honour, endevour, charity: The modest pride of a life lived in goodness. It is night, winter And I repose at last in my pleasant lair, alone.</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Buksboy7869/727904"><title>Thomas</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Buksboy7869/727904</link><description>seven stars hark the angels sing - i would wish for the divine around that time... ever sense the ever life - i mist the window in that: how many can you since the sky is a dish of grapes? I whistfully sense to be is not a sense - never has the light sang of drunken shores of beer... whist is a...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Buksboy7869/725836"><title>Vale</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Buksboy7869/725836</link><description>If a flower could speak it would utter words of peace and beauty – flowers do speak, their language a parade of light. I sit before a host of daisies who sing of love as well as angels. the candlelight reminds me that love is near: that warmth is good - that my heart is warm. the candlelight...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Buksboy7869/725786"><title>Two Poems of Night</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Buksboy7869/725786</link><description>Nights of peace Nights of time – I love these times, Wherein I travel the vale of night to a thousand stories. The luxury of these times is in their fullness. I travel the vale of dark in search of love and find treasure. The night is about me – a thousand stars sing. The month grows magnificent...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Buksboy7869/722132"><title>18 year answer</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Buksboy7869/722132</link><description>The days come down To this - Finding that to sit in A silent room is best. My soul feeds and Rejoices at the peace - I lay contented And simply enjoy.</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Buksboy7869/721690"><title>Way</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Buksboy7869/721690</link><description>'... whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable - if anything is excellent or praise worthy - think about such things...' Philippians 4:8 '... strength alone... Is like a fallen angel: trees uptorn, Darkness, and worms, and...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Buksboy7869/721684"><title>Return</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Buksboy7869/721684</link><description>depressive days given to waste and pain – I plough through it knowing this ship will not cease – I come to a day of sunshine and smile triumphant.</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Buksboy7869/721516"><title>2 In Summer</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Buksboy7869/721516</link><description>In these days You have to Catch the beauty That falls and Spreads in Isolated places. You have to Find the gentleness And peace – In these days Of endless strife Beauty must be found. Keats A falling waterfall Of crystal words The breath of country The sun on high The quiet stream – A lover’s...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Buksboy7869/721179"><title>wisdom</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Buksboy7869/721179</link><description>don't try just be.</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Buksboy7869/720863"><title>my answer</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Buksboy7869/720863</link><description>be faithful</description></item></rdf:RDF>