B.Larset

Nevermind, I see it

Beautiful words...Larset, You should put them in a album so they won't disappear into the next page. That way people can look into your album. Or do you already have one?

Then down we must go.
Falling into the listless wonder
of pains grown with overbearing
memories, and separations eternal.
From hosts of emotions we worked so
hard to let run free, infecting
us with embers. The sparks that
caught hold and flamed the fuel
of generous tensions readied in us.

(finished)

Then a thing of beauty, one
perfect at a time, singular in it’s
splendor. Now; becomes a tool
we use to feed the dire abyss of
what can no longer be seen and
will never be shared. Now a
number not used to heal; but
wounds us lonely as we breath .
(Done )

Thoughts lead me to places. Then I'm pulled from now to them. Vivid property's, held by your motions, incite in me a passion to know you. And so it begins.

To your poem---I will surely listen:) That's beautiful!

Ah, thank you for your kind words. That made my day here on this forum:)

I know. I think it may be a site problem. I am having that same issue on & off. Let me think on that one, okay?
Thanks for being patient.

Put the http image in your box with the mountain and walla, it's there. I just did it! Oh, Happy Holidays!

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And thank you for the request, I was honored.

B.Larset When you leave someone a message, you need to hit "View Conversation" in the little boxes below, bottom right, beside report. It will bring up the conversation you are having between for instance "you and Mauri" then you will have a empty box above and then if you type in that box it will appear on the correct persons page.
But if you write something and it ends up on your page/profile, she will not know you wrote her. I know, I still accidentally write to myself sometimes and I have been here for a while. I just delete it and resend it. Hope that helps sweetie! ;)

Thank You. Mauri- I hope you hear the sounds of your own needs and wants made plain, then looming nearer to your thoughts, each line you breath.

Just wanted to say, your poetry is beautiful:)

Mauri

Funny, this started as a post about the postal service and licking stamps lol. I liked the general form so I messed with it a bit..and got this.
Tastes of Sweet Flowers
The building in me of the rise to ," manly needing" grows and feeds my nature with the images and the memories of your ecstasy and the soft warm fruits of your body and its call to, share, be and do- with me for a time. Then I know you as familiar in my touch and soon:
A "Sweet Flower" reminding me of its beauty unfolding, as each petal- soft a shiny gloss, opens revealing more of the mystery and rush of its passion, growing undaunted by the day waking around it. Beads form and roll away, eaches adding to the sensual aesthetic pleasures waiting to be tasted, it's bud swollen, ripe and rich with the flowing nectar of togetherness.

I am so sorry- I may have missed you, I thought you left a message. I waited and, nothing.

The flux of now is a constant movement that’s back and then away eventually coming to be the time we will soon live, made rational thru our past.
In waves things change moving us in the sway of the was an soon to be. Gentle motions of being in the here and now cause us to respond to the forces and events in our lives. Ever changing from the past to the future we move in it , like a sea of grass. Constantly swaying , our motions total a rhythm metered against the," sand of life“running thru the hour glass of time". Waves of change from one person affecting another till taken as a whole,
” we are likened to tall blades standing together in the field of the human condition “.
Forming torrents of unison and rolling with and against the specter in the splendor of life, we ultimately act together. Living separately and causing our changes to come in waves.

Steps as quick when we first meet.
Slowing strides , often before retreat.
Quickening gates of measure to the
Fleeting rejection of forever. Thus as
The meter stands on cue we feel the
Tempo unchanged. When best the
Tune is played by two.

Thx for the friends request, B. Happy to oblige! ;)

Cast as players In our online life. We; become characters. Following an unknown script- playing parts that are written for us by our needs, wants and the desires of other actors. Rehearsing-thru the keys and hearing each other practice their lines on the screen.......

Welcome and hi everyone

Indiana, huh? About where?

It is changing the hippies are almost gone.

I am good, I live in California, love it here but hope it changes.....


Jollee

Purposeful passions pleasantly painting pictures playing profound ponderances with your pulchritude give a flow to my thoughts and feed me with an actionable passion to paint you with, “words“. ( This is how I started it lol with a bunch of P's) And I used with.