<?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/heart_portals_poetry"><title>Portals to the Heart - Poetry of the Soul - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/heart_portals_poetry/</link><description>The poetry here is my own - from over the past two decades. It's poetry of the heart and soul - no doubt about it. It's not the kind of poetry you can gloss over easily - and maybe it might even touch you in places you didn't know were there to be touched.  . . . 

Whatever - I hope you are moved in some way - and motivated to express your own depths of soul -in whatever form that might take. 

Enjoy and have a great day, 

Steve</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/heart_portals_poetry/643114" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/heart_portals_poetry/643050" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/heart_portals_poetry/643114"><title>Primitive Boy</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/heart_portals_poetry/643114</link><description>Wrote this on coming out - probably around 1997 (won't say what out of - but probably not what you might think...) Primitive Boy Sometimes whilst driving I'll scream Full-throated and shrill; At other times it's a shout From deep within my chest cavity This is entirely spontaneous and I fight it...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/heart_portals_poetry/643050"><title>Contentment</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/heart_portals_poetry/643050</link><description>CONTENTMENT Nothing more I ask than This and Now: That and Then no longer hold me bound No Moment could be finer More worth waiting for Less pleasurable Appreciated More than This one Now Nothing more I ask than Who and Here: Else and There no longer hold their charm No person could be nicer More...</description></item></rdf:RDF>