<?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/poetsmith"><title>Never, L, Streets , ATM, Critical Moment, Look - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetsmith/</link><description>My list grows...</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/poetsmith/547353" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetsmith/544639" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetsmith/542605" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetsmith/541227" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetsmith/541226" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetsmith/541225" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetsmith/547353"><title>Look</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetsmith/547353</link><description>LOOK BEYOND YOURSELF If you're alone and you are down, and all your world just makes you frown, And all the things that fill your day, they seem to never go your way, Then look beyond yourself, and you will surely see. It is within your reach. It's something much bigger than you or me. When you...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetsmith/544639"><title>Critical Moment</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetsmith/544639</link><description>Critical Moment That infinitesimal sliver of time that emerges then disappears is the most critical of all. A moment between recognition and reaction can be timeless, yet, in actuality, it may be immeasurable in its value. My emotions hang, breathless, waiting for the inevitable. But, will it be...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetsmith/542605"><title>Never Will I Touch You</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetsmith/542605</link><description>NEVER WILL I TOUCH YOU Never will I touch you like so many times before. Never will your eyes meet mine just walking in the door. Never will my day be filled with moments of your laughter. Never will my heart be filled with holidays hereafter. Never will I hear your voice, the things you’d say to...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetsmith/541227"><title>L _ _ _</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetsmith/541227</link><description>L _ _ _ It comes with out a calling card. It doesn't make a sound. It permeates your senses like spilling a bottle of indelible ink on a white cotton shirt. It is weightless. But... It fills you up like a hot air balloon soaring over the horizon on a crystal clear day. It is intangible. But, you...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetsmith/541226"><title>Streets of Monaco</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetsmith/541226</link><description>THE STREETS OF MONACO The echoes fade, the roses wilt. The last champagne no longer flows. It lightly rains, cleansing more than the mood In the streets of Monaco. The warm winds blow, the palm trees sway. The victor slumbers somewhere in sweet repose. Once roaring engines cool down and lie still...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetsmith/541225"><title>At the ATM</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetsmith/541225</link><description>At the ATM The angry, swirling, blackish skies foretold that the hurricane was near. The radio warned for all to prepare for the worst storm in many a year. The ATM outside the bank had a line as the lightning flashed. And anxious, nervous, worried people waited impatiently as the thunder...</description></item></rdf:RDF>