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- Married and in the heartland of the USA with little to say and nothing to say it with.
MY RECENT POSTS
- The Ultimate Christmas Ride
December 07, 2013 10:36PM
- What Matters Is How They Kill
September 06, 2013 05:55PM
- Leaving And A Final Reason To
August 20, 2013 07:00PM
- Iron Poet #17 -- To the Edge
Of A Brave New Life
August 16, 2013 10:45PM
- Re-launch of Iron Poets -- #17
"My Brave New Life"
August 04, 2013 12:37AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Scan Man, I DO believe
in God, and I will pray long
for you my
August 07, 2014 11:50PM
- “Why not take baby steps
towards something, and build
trust as you go?”
March 29, 2014 03:21PM
- “Taking the time to
understand another is a
magnificent act of
March 15, 2014 07:46PM
March 15, 2014 07:44PM
- “Our hearts have a way of
being open to love when we
to be, and I
March 15, 2014 07:43PM
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Yep...I can see it now.
Love; sacrifice; caring; and nurturing are all part of your toolbox.
You've done all you could for your children. You've poured yourself out for them!
To all of you, Open Salon moms on Mothers Day...may God bless you!
Little cyclones eddy back and forth across the parchment of dirt,
where a young man’s dream of owing his own land,
slaps his face with a reality he will never lose.
Only mid 20s,&nb… Read full post »
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Over and again does the sea cast a loving fury upon the living beach,
yes caressing; for time unknown and with frigid fingers;
&nbs… Read full post »
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The whisper of a mere wisp of pine-scented breeze,
lightly fingering the bared backs of two lovers embraced;
each aware of the cool sweet kiss of wind,
Betsy was more than my friend.
Some people are like that. They have to be more than just a friend, because they force their way into our hearts in so many fleeting little moments together. She made me laugh. She loved everybody. She did so many wonderful things for… Read full post »
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Silent passionate love flares up and billows,
between two; not of the same people;
as gunfire pops and crack… Read full post »
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somewhere in the shifting tides of a near night sky,
where the last echo of the suns’ light strikes
against the g/… Read full post »
There is no life here to speak of;
only tepid water scaling down the rocky formations,
to percolate even deeper into the porous limestone cavities.
Fantastic sh… Read full post »
We've been "on again, off again" friends for nearly 7 years, and I have come to realize that she is most certainly a “user.”
By that, I mean that she is friends with me when she needs somebody to talk to, and seldom any time beyond that. She would pretend to… Read full post »
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Lightning edges along the near-night skies;
Wisps of cool breeze glide gently
over goose-bumped arms;
and stroke the fire of love’s passion,
as a third between t… Read full post »
It is a very different thing to “intellectually” understand that we may belong to something or someone, as opposed to “feeling” it.
I struggle with that feeling of being alone from time to time; “alone” as in not quite part of the bigger group or… Read full post »
I scratched the red clay ground with my stick, sliding around and past ants and broken twigs, and professed my love for her.
I remember that ground well. We sat together here as kids, pushing tin cars and Barbie Dream mobiles around in circles as the red cast sun dropped… Read full post »
In the internet ether that we all float through that is OS, it has always struck me as interesting that there are definitely tidal forces at work here.
Much humor has been written about the topic; just where historically “Good News Sunday” originated, and the advent of “Food… Read full post »
Grandma sat in her rocker and looked around her at her extended family, all tradition-bound to gather whenever a birthday is reached.
As she looked, she saw her two daughters there with husbands, both daughters married well over twenty years; and around each of them, the six grandkids these… Read full post »
In the first eddies of a blistering hot day-to-be
rolling waves of sun-ravaged wind cross the field between them,
and the parched land sees no respite in the skies above,
where an oven of air bakes the landscape crispend brown.
He kneels behind a chunk of granite this morning,
as… Read full post »
A response to Gabby Abby and her post Soloing On
Imagine a young woman, bright and intelligent and beautiful. She was brought up in the 60s and told by her parents that "one waits for true love and then gets married."
JD tells her the same thing,...that somewhere "out there" is absolutely… Read full post »
a re post to get this back on OS -
Ethereal lights spin and circle each other,
flitting from tree to tree in love’s effervescing dance of fairies.
Moonlit wisps of dust and sparkle cleave paths through the electric… Read full post »
This is a repost to get this back on site.
Broken saltines litter the polished wooden table,
piling higher and higher;
as I crush a mountain out of a molehill;
turning nothing into something;
Just getting a few of my posts back into OS. This was one from a few months ago.
The Santa shaker rested in the palm of his hand, with paint peeling off and the beard barely noticeable. Only a faint curl of a alphabet letter gave clue as to whether… Read full post »
Impending doom off-shore,
among the seas and waves that mingle life and death;
stored in Earth’s mantled core
&nbs… Read full post »
With our backs to the prevailing winds,
each back spread wide to catch bursts that push us forward,
we sailed the wheaten field as adventurers,
with golden waves darting and dancing around us in gusty cadence.
The wind howled in our ears, and the sun beat upon o… Read full post »
Yes, Little Kate and I are at it again! Read her latest post on "the Superhero Spandex Challenge!"
Kate a heroine we all see-dove
Her love we’d wish to be
a loving heart across sea
friend to you and friend to me
heros tread in all our daily lives
could… Read full post »
Your breathing is deeper now, and your attention is fixtated on the latest poem by Chuck Stetson.
You slowly move on to a Rita Shibr piece, and deeper in your mind goes.
You are relaxed, and your heart is getting heavy as you read of the latest in the story… Read full post »
Cool winds blow in and through and around the eaves,
and increase in intensity as oaken boards moan with delight.
Such winds rustle more than leaves,
pressing against hearts and minds;the beginnings of “something.”
In the fields of a morning sunrise he stands,
eyes to… Read full post »
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