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Thankful Receiver
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Thankful Receiver |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Bequeathed on a course of mental behavior Walking into concrete figments of imagination Turning things into infinite calm or distress Completes your combining prolific efforts Ingrained is what we think and believe Into mind degenerating monstrous streams For now, in this moment, there is time In that moment, clear all that isn’t rhyme Array all thoughts, motives and sight Into a mind seeking myriad of belongings nice Wind’s nature reaches everywhere Enlightenment reflects in dewdrops care Where the heart truly loves and never forgets Footpaths glow the shadow of it’s steps Grown weary are my redundant uncertainties Happy prose licks my heart with beauty Where on my head stillness comes to rest No longer frightened of stones piercing my chest I am where the soft sea breezes fly Where the muse is the last light of sun’s eyes Rich summer blooms roses in snow In premonition, as woven tranquility maestros Consciousness is a wonder alive and free Lock no doors where pain suffers thee Keeping breath in the speculate of suffering Where lit candles carry us to an inland sea So many tidal waves have came and gone I do not acknowledge they subsist anymore Eternity is in love with the productions of instance Where all festive hours are measured by wisdom I am ne'er alone, nor behind prison walls Still childhood rolls me quietly along Where hours of darkness tease but never come Beauty devours the cold of winter’s kingdom Fanning my voice with brotherhood dreams Keeping alive white nights gifting morpheme There is where I hear and see The muse’s fair-haired voice in me |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
There is where I hear and see The muse’s fair-haired voice in me she is my savior too, yes beauitful tribute to her |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
LeeJ "There is where I hear and see The muse’s fair-haired voice in me" Lovely |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
"The muse’s fair-haired voice in me" ~ of that, I have no doubt! And you "receive" very well indeed!  A write full of wonder! Love & Light, Linda |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
LeeJ The muses fair haired voice most definitely resides in you dear woman... And she speaks! TD |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
you are like a grab-bag lots of cool stuff in one package |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
“Wind’s nature reaches everywhere Enlightenment reflects in dewdrops care Where the heart truly loves and never forgets Footpaths glow the shadow of it’s steps” So profound, and beautifully expressed! Enjoyed this verse especially. JL  She said: ”You look cute in the dark.” |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Grown weary are my redundant uncertainties Happy prose licks my heart with beauty Where on my head stillness comes to rest No longer frightened of stones piercing my chest I am where the soft sea breezes fly Where the muse is the last light of sun’s eyes Rich summer blooms roses in snow In premonition, as woven tranquility maestros LeeJ -- you are a joy to your readers. It is a sad thing, though, that we must be in pain to hear our muse -- but I guess that is the way of beauty.  ....jo |
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GlisteningRain Member
since 2004-05-06
Posts 103The clouds |
Moving..like an etheric touch. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Lee~ 'Walking into concrete figments of imagination' Oh dear lady ... I LOVE THIS THOUGHT !!!! *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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