Tag: family
member name: Gorgeous Gabby, a Gather Geeky Gal, and The Giz
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May 04, 2007 11:30 AM EDT --
Dancing waves of heat
Scorch the mirrors of my eyes
Curiosity
Wonderment of the next stop
I see palm trees and oceans.
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May 16, 2007 09:10 PM EDT --
Whoosh was the sound I made as I tried to slide out the door. I didn't make it, I was tagged too quickly. Krissy, you have a fast tagging hand!
Okay, . . .
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May 17, 2007 04:39 PM EDT --
Don’t get me wrong. I love my mom. I always have. I always will. Yet, she drives me nuts. Okay, not really nuts. She irks me. Hmmm, too harsh. I become . . .
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April 30, 2007 11:07 PM EDT --
Fire in the rainbow
Froth in the wave
Never flyeth the robin
Never sayeth the knave
Darkness overcomes all
Seizes heart and soul
It can't be forgiven
It's become a toll
Love in the sand box
Sand . . .
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July 03, 2007 08:58 PM EDT --
Hi everyone. Please allow me to introduce to you my cousin, Bonnie B. She's one day old here on Gather. Bonnie writes cowboy poetry and (imho) is pretty dern good. She's . . .
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March 22, 2007 04:26 PM EDT --
I don't recall
You never said
You let the words
Roll off your head
You wanted more
There's none to give
Let time be still
Let elders live
We feel the pain
We set the bar
We see the print
We seal . . .
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March 22, 2007 04:32 PM EDT --
Creaking bones reach for the below,
Toward cold and weathered ground.
Flaky, dry winds
Massage the aches in the shadows.
Furrows blend with the darkened.
Misty eyes see all and nothing.
Musty smells drip. . . .
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May 07, 2007 03:37 PM EDT --
Mama your day now draws near
Your escape route looks so clear
It's right next to the pies
I hear your deep sighs as
You wind your way to the beer
Copyright 2007
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September 16, 2007 06:34 PM EDT --
This is in no way a rebuttal. I'm only writing for further clarificaion about the hows and why of vehicle manufacturers thinking and practices.
Having worked for one of the major . . .
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March 22, 2007 04:18 PM EDT --
Golden drops of sun-
Shine hit my face as they aim
For my long, lost soul.
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As the skier skis,
He leaves a trail behind him
To show where he's been.
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The candle flame swerves
As a breeze . . .
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March 22, 2007 04:16 PM EDT --
I'm tired of the lies
The lies hurt
They sting
They cut like knives
The little white lies
The lies you can x-ray through
The lies that say I said when I didn't
The lies that tear down cities and . . .
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March 22, 2007 04:22 PM EDT --
Silent
Wrought iron barriers
Don't step there
No one calls
Onlookers weep
Shovels ring
Dirt falls
No flags here
Prolific flags there
Handed down
Torn asunder
Salutes
Heads down
Heads in hands
Hands . . .
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March 22, 2007 04:24 PM EDT --
From the ground,
You, who will never rise again,
Are silent.
Where wind once played with your hair
Like feathers of the greatest
As you ran.
Now covered in eternity.
Carved into stone
An orange, granite . . .
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March 22, 2007 04:20 PM EDT --
Am I in a state of confusion?
No.
Well, rarely.
A state of discovery?
Always.
Never in a state of hyperkineticism,
Though, sometimes in a state of movement.
Is movement reliable?
There is movement . . .
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April 26, 2007 04:48 PM EDT --
I just buried my husband
In the green
On the hill.
He died suddenly last month,
Not unexpectedly, but still ...
Gently, I helped him into his next journey.
Bringing heart and soul with me
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May 02, 2007 01:42 PM EDT --
You had no right to go.
All of this isn’t mine.
It’s not mine to share
By myself.
I can’t share alone.
To have and to hold
Means nothing now.
Widowed. Alone. Single. . . .
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May 07, 2007 03:35 PM EDT --
I once knew a gal named Beth Pine
Who sat in a cup full of wine
She sipped it all up
From her paper cup
And since then she's been feeling fine
Copyright 2007
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May 06, 2007 06:22 PM EDT --
We who frequent Gather
Shamelessly gather points.
We connect with friends and colleagues.
We gather them and annoint
The many of us together
To reap rewards of kinds.
Can I comment on your work? . . .
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May 07, 2007 03:33 PM EDT --
It cannot be all of that hard
To sit and relax in my yard
And eat one meal in peace
'Til comes the wing'd police
And they find me badly off guard
Copyright 2007
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