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Edited by
Jess642
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Fri 11/28/08 11:50 AM
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.....the struck between the eyes, blow to the solar plexus of a precious Maori soul, smiling out through the eyes of a Maori man....the flash of white teeth of the smile as he flicks the long wet hair from his eyes.... the devilry and the twinkle...the mischief and the mayhem...
Love is a trickster, a dancer, a whirler and a twirler...slipping will o'whisp through hearts and stories... Love is the simple joy of feeling. |
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Edited by
Gypsy41
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Fri 11/28/08 11:54 AM
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love is a bunch of poo!!!!
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love is a bunch of poo!!!!  want fries with that, honey?  
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charming and delightful
missing her fanciful and adept perception sings in my memory the song of becoming a rushing wind clouds low and surreal shifting as they race past the deep blue backdrop broadswords of light slicing here and there golden crowns reaching from heaven to earth rush to greet me every day with new verses hundreds at a time sips of potent wine freshness overflowing her mouth-to-mouth and into my heart a kiss the sky sliced open even in cold winter deep snow rains blanketing us again alone and warm with thoughts of each other knowing still love 
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Love is
too slow, for those who wait; Love is too swift for those who fear; love is too long for those who grieve; Love is too short for those who laugh. But for those who love; for those who really love, Time , precious time, lovely time, Sweet time..... Its a Beautiful Day- 1967 |
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.....Everywhere.....
...in the end of his fingers as he plays intimate melodies, croons sensuous sonnets, and slips seductively into his own world... ....the magic of song... the sweetness of guitar... the joy of being present. Love is everywhere.
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.....the struck between the eyes, blow to the solar plexus of a precious Maori soul, smiling out through the eyes of a Maori man....the flash of white teeth of the smile as he flicks the long wet hair from his eyes.... the devilry and the twinkle...the mischief and the mayhem... Love is a trickster, a dancer, a whirler and a twirler...slipping will o'whisp through hearts and stories... Love is the simple joy of feeling. Wowzers!  
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Love is too slow, for those who wait; Love is too swift for those who fear; love is too long for those who grieve; Love is too short for those who laugh. But for those who love; for those who really love, Time , precious time, lovely time, Sweet time..... Its a Beautiful Day- 1967
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Love is hot sex on a cold night
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.....Everywhere..... ...in the end of his fingers as he plays intimate melodies, croons sensuous sonnets, and slips seductively into his own world... ....the magic of song... the sweetness of guitar... the joy of being present. Love is everywhere. ....sitting in the company of your friend, a thousand miles more away, comfortable enough to fall asleep, their presence warm notes strummed gently only with feeling, their laugh is rum, intoxication of soothing with warm cider and a sly grin...
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the cure
a little bottle brown glass concealing it's fragile secret from the sun a droplet cap a dispenser it holds the cure one tiny taste will dissolve all your fears calmness suffusing your body relief for your mind blended smooth caring and unselfishness taken once slightest hint is enough and you feel it forever liquid happiness if you will only open your mouth and taste it will be all in you everywhere in an instant this tincture a suspension of belief crystalline dancers scattering light like starlight through the atmosphere hold it tight to you each bit so precious so hard to get a solution of me made only for you
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Nice poem slow, I wrote one titled Love Is sometime back, our perceptions are very close to the same, very good poem my friend
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Nice poem slow, I wrote one titled Love Is sometime back, our perceptions are very close to the same, very good poem my friend thx 2Btrue - enjoy yours as well |
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"Love is the only reality and it is not a mere sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation."
~ Rabindranath Tagore ~ |
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"Love is the only reality and it is not a mere sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation." ~ Rabindranath Tagore ~ Love is an emotion shared by two, that transends both time and space |
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Love is
Stillness of a Moment |
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....wodsmoke campfires, dusty dancing, fire twirling, laughter...songs, squeals and snorts and shouts of joy from across the dam's surface...
a grubby mouthed kiss from a tiny person, soft cheeked snores from sleepy little warriors, too much food! Ample company!! Gluttony of senses! The silence of dawn....the blush of sunset... |
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Getting lost in his blank stare before coffee is ingested,understanding her sleep laden morning mumbles, giving up his favorite t shirts so she can sleep in them, scooting over to her side of the bed where its warm and her scent lingers long after she's risen for the day,watching her nap in the middle of a Sunday afternoon just because watching her is far better than anything on the tv,buying every Star fruit in the green grocer's just because he likes them, leaning in to smell her hair as she prepares the nightly meal....
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Edited by
s1owhand
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Tue 12/30/08 08:14 AM
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Cavatica, Jess, LAMom, Angel and lilwick the harp multiple strings resonate together dolcissimo they beat in great uncertain waves fluttering like a Luna moth sifting the night air many miles away in darkness pheromones tracing erotic invisibility wandering toward his namesake and to her scent evanescent in this form tremolo |
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omg S1ow....i read your very first one on this post and now i miss SheNerd....i want her back here.
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