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Post by angelwings13 on Jul 17, 2008 19:19:07 GMT
loved it Delphine, dank je... am I right that Delphine means dolphin, if so then you are doing all the dancing ....
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Post by angelwings13 on Jul 25, 2008 21:49:37 GMT
Screen Friends
by Miasartiff
My husband has finally gone to work My children have finished their play they've gone to bed their stories read Now it's my time of day.
I've had one of those days you know what I mean so I sit back and relax and turn on my screen.
I'll talk to all my friends who know just what to say to make my stresses go and my troubles fade away.
My friends you're always there for me whenever I feel blue and though we've never met before I know our friendships true.
And although we haven't been friends for long in this short time it seems we shared so many things already our hopes, our fears, our dreams.
We come from different walks of life but we share a common bond and it's time to say that of all of you I've grown so very fond.
So thank you friends for being there whenever I've needed you I know you're always there for me and you know I'm there for you.
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Post by delphine on Jul 29, 2008 13:20:11 GMT
THE CIRCLE OF FRIENDS
We meet on-line to have a great time.... We laugh and we giggle and smile at our screens, We sit back and wonder what this all means.
We surf the Web, we travel afar, We span thousands of mile without a car. We watch conversations flowing on the screen, We tell jokes and stories and know what they mean.
What are we looking for? Where's the attraction? How can we do this and get satisfaction? Who are we? Why are we here?
We are "the Circle of Friends", made from a chain. And we're here because friendship is what we gain! Born on-line formed by few, We had no idea just what to do.
So we are linking our pages, first one then two, And wonder where we'll end up when we are through? The Circle will spread, like a wild vine, It will breathe and whisper like the winds of time.
We are the Circle of Friends, made from a chain, All of our motives are exactly the same. Searching for friendships all over the lands, Linking our pages is like holding hands.
We are 'the Circle of Friends', made from a chain, A chain of cable and wire without an end.
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Post by angelwings13 on Jul 29, 2008 15:04:37 GMT
How perfect that poem is...dank je for sharing that one with us Delphine...
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Post by angelwings13 on Jul 30, 2008 11:55:48 GMT
West Emissions
Burps and farts, burps and farts ... They send sky-high the Greenhouse charts. While cows serenely chew the cud And broadcast gases in a flood, They fart and burp and fart and burp While sheep too masticate and slurp. How can we teach good manners to These beasts who've never known a loo? Perhaps the methane they exude And which, some people might think rude, Could be collected, kept on tap, To till the fuel shortage gap? If only cars were made to run On fuel from the sphincter gun.
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Post by angelwings13 on Jul 30, 2008 19:40:46 GMT
F.O.V. © Graham J. Brinkert
Swirling spectrums glide across the surface Of fresh foliage Shadows once belonging to the forest Speeding along the plateau exposed & frightened Chased in circles around themselves Until no longer brightened
Doves whispering lullabies into the ear Of the owl Kissed by each ray of sun Whisked away on the wind that leads them to A land less foul
Cyclical rainbows encompassing the sun Pinpointing the location of the key to creation Undisturbed by fluctuations in Humidity Crossed and curved by provocations of Humility
Rhythmic waves entranced by the moon Two-stepping in time with the coastline Patient for a chance to switch partners
Seismic plates grinding one another Each expecting the other to break and give way But neither prepared for these actions And so they struggle like an earthworm above ground On a terminally dry and heated day
Velvet clouds employing comfort to the world Reciting warnings to those living below Declaring forecasts to the mortal So they can dig the ground And escape the snow
The scent of freedom dancing on a breeze A contentment seldom felt at all Arrested by the realization that The spectral flowers will soon wilt And the sun is always bound to fall
But the sun is always at its highest point Somewhere in the world So I'll sit and wait patiently For when it once again shall be unfurled
I've you to thank for my winds and waves My doves and colors swirled I've you to thank for those seismic plates I've you to thank for the world
I thank you for my velvet clouds My ground, my snow, my sun My sky, rainbow, and everything For without you there would be none
And even when the dark and fog Cover the beauty of this scene And even when singes and burns I'll still thank you for my dreams
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Post by delphine on Jul 30, 2008 21:05:12 GMT
Very beautyful Angel
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Post by delphine on Jul 31, 2008 11:55:22 GMT
Heat wave
Johnny Depp's character, Jack Sparrow is not alone, trapped over the bullish flames. World wide temperatures are soaring
Dysfunctional fans offer factional relief personal air conditioners are working overtime only to succumb to inadequate performance and early retirement
Many stories of misery are relegated in terms of prominence as even more incidences unfold and half the stories will not be told
Water, soda pop, juice drink concentrate, ice tea, mauby all viable liquids, literally disappearing and heading for transitory extinction
I kid you not for I too am burning up in need of a submissive waterfall with an artic breeze as permanent companion.
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Post by angelwings13 on Jul 31, 2008 13:06:18 GMT
Delphine, how true, we are also having a heat wave... but I just think of a bad winter and the heat doesn't feel so bad, lolllll.....
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Post by delphine on Aug 1, 2008 7:52:29 GMT
August Sun The birth of August is upon us. The fair haired sun rises in the sky With songs of the cicada unwinding As Sandhill Cranes sails by The heat is hoovering all around us We feel heavy in it's grip To break free from it's bonds From it's clutches we must rip Shade gives little relief, to this melting, bending soul A river full of water, is not enough to quench this foe Only darkness breaks the curse, that the day could not hide relief is but short...and that to must subside For August is just arriving, her journey's just begun It's only just beginning; her moment in the sun
Rhonda Baker
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Post by angelwings13 on Aug 7, 2008 12:04:18 GMT
Moonlight Ride © By Kathy Timeoni
In the still of a warm summer's night, I venture towards the barn with saddle in hand. Stirrups dangle and clang with no one in sight, I blissfully tack up my steed for a moonlight ride.
We glide together through sweet smelling meadows, Not a care in the world only smiles. Guided by the moon's light and shadows, We quickly move up the hill for another view.
Wind in our hair and sparks in our stride, We fly through the hilltop's water mists. There's nothing like this but pride. Our backs to city lights, the other view,
We find calmness of the trail. A warm summer breeze upon us, We see a mother and her quail. The barn in sight, we pick up speed.
Laughter is in the air, What a ride it's been, And we race on without a care. We proudly halt, and walk into the barn.
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Post by delphine on Aug 7, 2008 12:37:53 GMT
I like very much the idea
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Post by angelwings13 on Aug 13, 2008 12:05:03 GMT
Piano
by Lynn Smiley
My soul is the piano, his words are the keys. Together we compose, the best of symphonies.
How my soul replays his words of the day. Like a composer writing a play.
I hear the music, as he strikes a key. an orchestra, is what I see.
Two soul that share a common ground. a friendship they have found.
What is a piano, without the player. It's like a soul, without a desire.
It sits alone in the dark, waiting for someone to light a spark.
A hope or a desire, waiting for someone to inspire.
To play a song of the heart, a song of two souls that will never depart.
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Post by delphine on Aug 13, 2008 12:31:55 GMT
The sky is falling Dropping into little stars hanging off the trees in place of leaves and crawling like darkness up my legs Shivering, my hair curls into tangles dropping little tears down my neck.
The muffled splashing cries "On-coming!" I dart out of the way heedless of the evergreens and they whip me wet in the face punishment for my inattention. Scornfull, they cry on my face for me.
Cimbing the stairs to my room of light I watch the rain come down merging wind and sky in the color of my eyes Down like fleeing angels washed off the heads of their pins hiding in my hair from their fellows.
The firelight dances cheerfully next to me and I curl up under my fluff waiting for my teakettle's indignant squeel listening to the water giggle and bounce. But I am subdued, this time today, while the downpour hides the sleeping sun.
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Post by delphine on Aug 17, 2008 14:31:47 GMT
Whoever makes a garden has never worked alone The rain has always found it the sun has always shone The wind has blown across it and helped to scatter seeds Whoever makes a garden has all the helps he needs
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Post by delphine on Aug 20, 2008 13:08:59 GMT
Cup Of Happiness Drink some joy and some fun From happiness cup before its done
Because the joy that you get from it Holds in it pleasure kit
The kit of pleasure from where Happiness can be gathered my dear
Which includes fun and fain And friendly smiles to take away pain
So do it all and know in it Joy will come bit by bit
So drink some joy and some fun From it before your day is done.
Seema Chowdhury
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Post by angelwings13 on Aug 20, 2008 13:59:03 GMT
your poems are beautiful Delphine, dank je
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Post by angelwings13 on Aug 25, 2008 12:30:14 GMT
Let get laughter way out of yourself Let get laughter way out of yourself Make the happy sound awake Laughter magic and enchanting Don't sustain it in your soul Let yourself go into joy May it help forever People from wherever Getting circled together Laughter can be a kind of help A worthy enemy to distress Rise this laughter so dear To be heard by human ears Make it go on around the world Little chuckles happy giggles So many ways of laughing Don't fear the others comment Let laughter way out of yourself Be assured laughter is magic Open your heart to this very Very special kind of sound Let get laughter way out of yourself Make the happy sound awake
(Switzerland)
(Sitzerland)
Mencita Monoi Angel
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Post by texaspelican on Aug 26, 2008 20:10:50 GMT
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Post by angelwings13 on Aug 27, 2008 15:32:42 GMT
texaspelican, first glad to see you got your cat looking in the fish bowl..
Sorry to say you site doesn't open...
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