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| Username: | Galadrial | |
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| Member Since: | Fri Apr 27 19:16:03 2001 | |
| E-mail: | desim at hotmail dot com | |
| URL: | http://pub97.ezboard.com/bgaladrialsrespite | |
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| Blender Board: | 79 comments | |
| Who says when it's over, it's over? |
| I love Scrabble and such...but some words give me pause... |
| Like Popeye Always Said...just cooler |
| Hard not to wonder what the cold will bring |
| He never fails...once the poetry stops |
| Not all the 9-11 damage was when people died... |
| There ought to be a LAW...or some damned thing |
| Years of biting your tongue make it tricky to know when to speak... |
| miles to go before I rest....but sleep takes me halfway to you |
| When you find your place...at long last |
| When it's something better than fans, or AC.... |
| there is this AMAZING place I know... |
| sometimes it just has to come.... |
| when someone thinks you need to be kissed...before you even ask... |
| Ever look in someone's eyes...and wonder if you are really worth what you see in them? |
| i think it's about dancing.... |
| let's just say I was being ironic.... |
| one of those I wanna be where you things... |
| a remembered pleasure... |
| bait is for salmon... |
| some people just DO it for you... |
| oh.....so hard not to outsmart ourselves.... |
| I'm words...he's numbers...you do the math... |
| sometimes it comes to yes or no.... |
| Not every dance is about Spring...this one is finding a cold weather pleasure.... |
| Not every dance is about Spring...this one is finding a cold weather pleasure.... |
| yes, I love you...your point is? |
| don't ask...don't tell |
| some people simply have a way wit h words...for one who does... |
| all kinds of cool. all kinds of warm..... |
| Not everyone is your cup of tea...but some people are the java that makes us jive... |
| This song was from the film of the same name...and it still stops me dead. Try it sung by 5000 New Yorkers... |
| It's not about perfect...but the right kiss will zap you back to fifteen... |
| Sometimes...you need more than whoppee... |
| I wrote a ton of poems after...never more aware of how we try to squeeze pain into our words... |
| Someone was explaining codes to me...and this clicked... |
| Some people should not be allowed near language... |
| A repost, for it's fourth Anniversary as a poem...with Thanks to Blender Crew |
| A bit warm kids...Pg-13? |
| i'd call this one a rare pressing... |
| an oldie...for halloween |
| a repost of one of my first front pagers... |
| the one poem I hoped he'd never read... |
| sometimes it's best to just write the words where the ocean can eat them... |
| for a friend...who made my birthday rock... |
| sometimes it isn't poetry you need.... |
| Not romantic love, no...but because daddies do need to be celebrated... |
| A chlallenge comes with this...anyone wanna try their hand at romulan romance? |
| Spicy, i think... |
| nope...i ain't telling.... |
| same fish, different paper.... |
| there is probably not a stupider saying in all the world... |
| the basic context of loss...it gets too easy to say why bother... |
| the title is the name of a gift of flowers for a lady...from a by gone time. |
| Back when I was MIrabeau, I penned this...A friend is waiting for her guy---front line in Iraq...this time it's for her... |
| when you don't want to be a dark dream... |
| you don't think of the heart as a timepiece...but it is. |
| faintly spicy... |
| For Echo, who so findly asked... |
| Venus is a pistol...that's for sure. |
| I have met the works of a Poet named Elinor Wylie...wow |
| a whole new thing...and trying not to even hope...but ;) |
| talking to a friend about words---and how they have power all their own... |
| hunger isn't negotiable... |
| For those who warm me with their hearts...always. |
| one of us is speaking chinese... |
| we really do speak different languages... |
| Designer accents are best left to Martha Stewart... |
| Homespun is the name for a fabric made by hand...usually not a great quality cloth... |
| This one is for me... |
| It's a love poem...of sorts |
| I know it isn't my fault...but that doesn't help much |
| I know everything isn't about love...but pulllleeeassse..... |
| I wasn't supposed to know what it looked like... |
| ever get the feeling that something is being said...quietly? |
| my answer to an impossible question |
| don't fool yourself---emotions have a fragrance all their own... |
| an old chestnut I haul out every year...best wishes to you and yours, from me and mine:) |
| another morning on the Ridge... |
| With apologies to Misti and Chris...who loathed the series...:) |
| possibly the best and greatest christmas love story ever... |
| sigh...call me mushball. |
| good clean fun is trite....too bad! |
| the older the grape.... |
| why is EVERYTHING inspirational? |
| for all the folks who don't have an autumn... |
| even if it was only a look...the image remains |
| love can perk the senses... |
| ever have one of those days? |
| something old...but it struck a chord... |
| yup...that what it is... |
| my non entry sample... |
| sometimes you just get tired.... |
| wish I may....wish I might... |
| dream, my foot! |
| For those who never figured that hunger is never enough... |
| when two people look at the same thing---why do they see something different? |
| ever wanna...just...do it? |
| just tired of the mark downs....... |
| Ok.....not a word......yup...I'm in the zone again |
| man.......I LOVE summer fruit.....(sultry, but not dirty...I think) |
| some times a small glow may seem like so much more... |
| what you need sometimes.......... |
| Why do I get the feeling you waited until you knew it was too damned late? |
| Love's first light is always something shiny..... |
| ok....get your id's ready.....not sure how to rate this.... |
| this is tooo appropriate... |
| a basic guide.... |
| A firend said something about how sad a passtime this was...it inspired a poem...and now he thinks I have the hots...freaking lovely... |
| there is a wonderful reason men and women cannot be friends... |
| maybe people SHOULD come with warning labels... |
| wondering if I will ever not taste it in his kiss... |
| the title says it all |
| maybe just a horse of a different color...... |
| Don't book this flight, unless you're sure... |
| For another little sister.... |
| who says there aren't any more pirates? |
| We're on a roll...this is old...but fun |
| a new spin on an old story... |
| Gala's all thoughtful again...must be spring |
| This was written for a friend...or anyone who knew the type... |
| My sub for the Book of love... |
| i came back from the National Gallery quite dazzled... |
| is it a second chance when the first one was never really over? |
| There's Hunny...of course.........! |
| For a good and dear friend...I feel your pain dear.... |
| Comes a time in a woman's life when she longs for a first kiss...again. |
| More than one way to cut the cloth, I'm thinking |
| A story poem...erotic in places...and a repost........... |
| Ever wonder what they mean? |
| there are things a man should NEVER tell a lady...this lady at least... |
| not what you might expect..... |
| a moment of pure intensity.... |
| A repost, once titled Double Expresso.... |
| it never was about ownership.... |
| this is the down side...not pretty |
| There is always that first moment when you KNOW it's going to happen.... |
| sigh...sometimes you just need it.... |
| I looked around today, and was struck that everyone is inclined to go.... |
| I do believe a kiss is in order.... |
| Misti commented on my Xanga this morning...and I got to thinking...Thanks Chica... |
| Somethings you just don't have the stomach for... |
| forget looking for love in all the wrong places...try A/S/L...shudder... |
| one innnocent word......... |
| You may not think of it as games... |
| Grace is bought with tears... |
| my hair is going to white in places...not grey...WHITE |
| For someone I have learned to care about.... |
| a tale in the old style.... |
| not the good way.... |
| It's just that I like to know the game...Chess is very different from Risk... |
| Sometimes it's hard to tell the paper cut from the bleeder... |
| Strange...it's right in their face...and they always act shocked... |
| Some interuptions reaaaaally bite..... |
| this one spoke to me tonight...so, one more time... |
| Something spooky for Halloween.... |
| if that glow is the joy of ownership, think again |
| Happy Birthday Dee....it's all still true! |
| Ever wonder.... |
| playing with french.... |
| You reap what you sow...and I planted love... |
| A bit of truth inspired fiction, in tribute to the fallen friends that AIDS got... |
| In the same catagory with a "little" pregnant... |
| Children....LEAVE! |
| first things first...how about YOU for breakfast? |
| The heart can beat like a drum...but silence...silence is the worst pain... |
| Friends don't let friends drive drunk................ |
| We all need it......but it's hard to give.......... |
| not explicit.............but................ |
| Children.......get your parent's permission please...... |
| Sometimes I feel like that... |
| Remember when we were kids...and Christmas seemed forever away? |
| If this is a repost, Mea Culpa.... |
| Indifference is a killer, pure and simple.... |
| Seemed like an idea at the time... |
| Pensive is a word............. |
| In the beginning, silence can be magic, even thrilling...in the beginning that is... |
| Think I got the message............... |
| I never really LOOKED at what I feared...until today. |
| not a love poem, I guess...so this is cheating a bit.... |
| When you can't put off the hard stuff anymore.......... |
| Ok...I had to meet a friend at the airport...and suddenly I thought.... |
| It's hitting fall around here... |
| The lady of the ring..... |
| Maybe the time for games is long over.......... |
| it's not the same sky at all.... |
| Long ago, an a galaxy farrrrrrrrrr away...... |
| This one doesn't count...but I still wanted to play.... |
| They say it's everything...and sometimes, the only thing. |
| I told you I needed more...you said make a list...only you didn't come with one... |
| Not a morning person, huh? |
| Lovers can do this...but kids? Don't try this at home... |
| if you were looking for luxe...the door's that way,.. |
| more than one way... |
| the real deal... |
| connect the dots.... |
| I'm reading a history of clowns, and clowning...mix that with a pensive mood.... |
| You can't free something they never really caught... |
| Just wondering what it was you heard.... |
| Trying to explain the impossible. |
| Just when I thought I had it all figured.... |
| They say it's good for the soul...but I still don't know how this happened. |
| The best part of the Ridge isn't the cabin at all.... |
| The life ain't ready...but I am. |
| I know you said it all before...but please...I need to hear it again |
| Not just a perfume anymore...:) |
| this one defies description........ |
| Ok BK, you win.... |
| Kirk will probably say I've gotten pastoral again... |
| same as before.... |
| erotic...but not explicit...... |
| when you wonder what you have...and what you can give... |
| love between two... |
| Good clean fun...and then some? |
| something in verse.... |
| after the ohhhhhh's and the ahhhhhhhhhhhs.... |
| maybe you have to have been there... |
| Some cravings you have to fill.... |
| Time for something sultry.... |
| Ancient love....timeless |
| The last Ridge poem.... |
| it's a moment... |
| Waking up, sure and strong.... |
| Some times we all need the quiet of our soul.... |