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Winsome Blog: 11/14/05
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Poetry from Songs of My Heart. Monday, November 14, 2005. It's four am and. I think of you. As my friend, my love. By the deep blue sky. In my heart you live. Eternally regal, proud. Peaceful and as free as. A warm summer breeze. Gently swaying tall grass. Invisible to my feeble eyes. Yet, an ever present caress. My heart, oh my heart. Longs for your return. To this barren plain. My soul, my spring. Where the sun rises. Over a distant hill. Posted by TomScot at 4:55 AM. Links to this post.
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Winsome Blog: 11/29/05
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Poetry from Songs of My Heart. Tuesday, November 29, 2005. My mundane way today. Each day like this day i stare. Into cyberspace like a convict. Destined to unerring confinement. In a dingy pit filled with without. For long lonely hours i stitch. I stitch a boring dull pattern. On a dank floor of mental horror. Of, i wonder will the morrow. Bring the same kind of sorrow. Posted by TomScot at 3:33 PM. Links to this post. How to Get a Flat Tummy. On this train of life. Once upon a time.
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Winsome Blog: 01/14/06
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Poetry from Songs of My Heart. Saturday, January 14, 2006. So many times I stood quietly. Beside this peaceful oasis. Sparkling of infinite beauty. So many times I dug trenches. Into a desert of chaos. So many times death visited. To draw vacant plans in dunes. And across a hot and arid sky. So many times I refused. Simply to cup my hands,. Dip and partake and live. Posted by TomScot at 12:29 PM. Links to this post. How to Get a Flat Tummy. On this train of life. Once upon a time.
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Winsome Blog: 11/15/05
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Poetry from Songs of My Heart. Tuesday, November 15, 2005. Forty years ago, today, at this moment. Was the first time you drifted into my vision. Now I see you even clearer in my mind's eye. Than anyone I met yesterday, or the day before. Or even a moment ago. It was the beginning and the end. Of something magical, something so profound. Something so bright and blinding spectacular. The sun went down, the stars disappeared. The moon faded and rivers of love ran dry. Forty years ago, today, time ended.
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Winsome Blog: 11/22/05
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Poetry from Songs of My Heart. Tuesday, November 22, 2005. You learn to treasure. Lots of little things. When poverty reigns, so,. Now i collect needles. Needles and old thread. Patches for shirts and walls. Fleeting smiles and laughter. Captured from midnight dreams. Music from past nostalgia. And old props in a pose. Once worthy of a play. Dear little things forgotten. Now made new, even haiku, so,. Thanks for the cookies. And for the much kneaded dough. It’s all 'twixt the mix. Links to this post.
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Winsome Blog: 11/24/05
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Poetry from Songs of My Heart. Thursday, November 24, 2005. I knew there was fire. When you glanced at me standing. Alone in the wings. Fire i had not known. In corners of heart or soul. Drawn to center aisle. Like strange magic we embraced. And all earth trembled. We merged with the sky. You and i were lost. Riding a crescent of waves. Drawn to this reality. This combination of souls. Endless in infinite depths. Of your deep dark eyes. Posted by TomScot at 12:04 PM. Links to this post. Once upon a time.
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Winsome Blog: 11/16/05
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Poetry from Songs of My Heart. Wednesday, November 16, 2005. Reaching for a word. Into a black hole i fell. In this little hole. I fell where time disappears. Reaching a dark word. Into this black hole. Reaching for The Word i fell. Posted by TomScot at 12:44 PM. Links to this post. How to Get a Flat Tummy. On this train of life. Once upon a time. The Shortest Western Movie Ever Made.
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Winsome Blog: 11/20/05
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Poetry from Songs of My Heart. Sunday, November 20, 2005. Under the golden moon. That clear night we stood with certainty. Beneath a canopy of constellations and stars. The sky trembled shedding her pinholes of light. Ravishingly to the dark side of this cold earth. You and i were there when the full moon came. Slowly raising her golden head over the horizon. Bringing her blessing to unfolding harvests. And sanctifying the hearts of those who love. We brought bread, wine, and delicacies from the sea.
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Winsome Blog: 11/06/05
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Poetry from Songs of My Heart. Sunday, November 06, 2005. Getting started with anything is not easy, especially something. As unfamiliar as Blog. What is Blog anyway? Who will read these. Frail words at the end connections of these countless wires and. Alas, what will it avail my words to be lost in such a dismal abyss? Will it help me find my lost love or can it stop me from aging and. Give me eternal life? Dare these fragile words survive centuries,. That certain timelessness of the timeless?