for those war leaves behind......................
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Posted:May 29, 2006 5:40 am
Last Updated:May 31, 2006 4:57 pm
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"I walk down the garden-paths,
And all the daffodils
Are blowing, and the bright blue squills.
I walk down the patterned garden-paths
In my stiff, brocaded gown.
With my powdered hair and jeweled fan,
I too am a rare
Pattern. As I wander down
The garden-paths.
My dress is richly figured,
And the train
Makes a pink and silver stain
On the gravel, and the thrift
Of the borders.
Just a plate of current fashion,
Tripping by in high-heeled, ribboned shoes.
Not a softness anywhere about me,
Only whalebone and brocade.
And I sink on a seat in the shade
Of a lime tree. For my passion
Wars against the stiff brocade.
The daffodils and squills
Flutter in the breeze
As they please.
And I weep;
For the lime-tree is in blossom
And one small flower has dropped upon my bosom.
And the splashing of waterdrops
In the marble fountain
Comes down the garden-paths.
The dripping never stops.
Underneath my stiffened gown
Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin,
A basin in the midst of hedges grown
So thick, she cannot see her lover hiding,
But she guesses he is near,
And the sliding of the water
Seems the stroking of a dear
Hand upon her.
What is Summer in a fine brocaded gown!
I should like to see it lying in a heap upon the ground.
All the pink and silver crumpled up on the ground.
I would be the pink and silver as I ran along the paths,
And he would stumble after,
Bewildered by my laughter.
I should see the sun flashing from his sword-hilt and the buckles on his shoes.
I would choose
To lead him in a maze along the patterned paths,
A bright and laughing maze for my heavy-booted lover.
Till he caught me in the shade,
And the buttons of his waistcoat bruised my body as he clasped me,
Aching, melting, unafraid.
With the shadows of the leaves and the sundrops,
And the plopping of the waterdrops,
All about us in the open afternoon--
I am very like to swoon
With the weight of this brocade,
For the sun sifts through the shade.
Underneath the fallen blossom
In my bosom,
Is a letter I have hid.
It was brought to me this morning by a rider from the Duke.
"Madam, we regret to inform you that Lord Hartwell
Died in action Thursday se'nnight."
As I read it in the white, morning sunlight,
The letters squirmed like snakes.
"Any answer, Madam," said my footman.
"No," I told him.
"See that the messenger takes some refreshment.
No, no answer."
And I walked into the garden,
Up and down the patterned paths,
In my stiff, correct brocade.
The blue and yellow flowers stood up proudly in the sun,
Each one.
I stood upright too,
Held rigid to the pattern
By the stiffness of my gown.
Up and down I walked,
Up and down.
In a month he would have been my husband.
In a month, here, underneath this lime,
We would have broke the pattern;
He for me, and I for him,
He as Colonel, I as Lady,
On this shady seat.
He had a whim
That sunlight carried blessing.
And I answered, "It shall be as you have said."
Now he is dead.
In Summer and in Winter I shall walk
Up and down
The patterned garden-paths
In my stiff, brocaded gown.
The squills and daffodils
Will give place to pillared roses, and to asters, and to snow.
I shall go
Up and down
In my gown.
Gorgeously arrayed,
Boned and stayed.
And the softness of my body will be guarded from embrace
By each button, hook, and lace.
For the man who should loose me is dead,
Fighting with the Duke in Flanders,
In a pattern called a war.
Christ! What are patterns for?
-- Amy Lowell
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a real quickie..............
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Posted:May 28, 2006 12:20 pm
Last Updated:May 30, 2006 10:29 am
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aha - bunch of perverts - gotcha
all i wanted to say was thanks for all the support and laughter -
back when i can, if i can
WE
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............that's all foks
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Posted:May 20, 2006 9:27 am
Last Updated:May 26, 2006 4:04 pm
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taking a break from blogville
life is asking me to pay more attention and so attention must be paid
i will continue to read all of you -it is a pleasure i will not deny myself but words are not coming easily now and until they do, i think silence may be more apt
catch you all on the flip side
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.........they're back
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Posted:May 19, 2006 2:26 pm
Last Updated:May 20, 2006 7:24 am
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Caught by Family Member is the group that we all reported before and were assured that they had been disbanded
Papyrina's blog said they hadn't - i checked it out and they haven't
please, report them
stop this madness
shame on Japanese lover.net
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so i'm a showoff - sue me
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Posted:May 19, 2006 1:19 pm
Last Updated:May 20, 2006 7:23 am
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sent from a friend: grins
What's the difference between love, true love, and showing off?
Spitting, swallowing, and gargling.
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.................try, try again
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Posted:May 19, 2006 1:14 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2006 4:02 pm
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What do you do when someone you love tries your patience? treats you poorly? acts like a jackass?
have asked a bunch of friends for advice:
" you wanna be right, or you wanna be happy"
" tell him to go suck ice"
" talk to him about it" (i said i already had and she said "talk more")
" kick him to the curb"
" where is this schmuck, i'll make him behave"
but the issue is i love him.
i really, really love him
sighs
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you don't know sh*t............
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Posted:May 19, 2006 10:35 am
Last Updated:May 20, 2006 7:17 am
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for all of those in blogville who have been attacked, condemned, annoyed by someone who has no idea what they are talking about...........
A stranger was seated next to Little Johnny on the plane when the stranger turned to the Little Johnny and said, "Let's talk. I've heard that flights will go quicker if you strike up a conversation with your fellow passenger."
Little Johnny, who had just opened his book, closed it slowly, and said to the stranger, "What would you like to discuss?"
"Oh, I don't know," said the stranger. "How about nuclear power?"
"OK," said Little Johnny. "That could be an interesting topic. But let me ask you a question first. "A , a cow, and a deer all eat grass. The same stuff. Yet a deer excretes little pellets, while a cow turns out a flat patty, and a produces clumps of dried grass. Why do you suppose that is?"
"Jeez," said the stranger. "I have no idea."
"Well, then," said Little Johnny, "How is it that you feel qualified to discuss nuclear power when you don't know shit?"
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what is this, seventh grade??
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Posted:May 18, 2006 6:23 am
Last Updated:May 20, 2006 7:14 am
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The subject of cliques has come up in blogland over the past couple of days. That, and people just being mean or unkind on someone's blog.
When i was in 7th grade, i was dating a guy on the basketball team - an unlikely pairing: the intellectual nerd girl, the hunky athlete. There was a cheerleader, named Wendy, who wanted this guy for herself. Everyday, she and a couple of her galpals would harass me in the corridors, knock the books out of my hand, kick my ankles so my stockings ran, giggle and whisper whenever i came within 50 feet of them...
At the time, i took it very personally and was hurt to my core - i just could not figure out what the hell i had done to warrant such behavior.
Fact is, i hadn't done anything wrong or provocative - i was just in her way and she was just a bitch. that was 7th grade. i didn't like 7th grade then, and i certainly don't want to spend my time there now.
So, listen up - have something of interest to add? tell me.
Want to open another aspect of a discussion? awesome.
Want to make me feel small so you can feel important? banned.
i am not given to suffer fools gladly - it's just not in me anymore - not enough time or energy to spend it so unwisely.
For all of you who have visited my blog, and made comments, who raised the bar on the discussion, made me think, laugh, cry - my thanks.
for the rest, pffffffffffft
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having a crush...........
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Posted:May 16, 2006 12:08 pm
Last Updated:May 20, 2006 7:11 am
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Now, here's the thing. I have a big old crush on someone. Not saying who because i will never act on it but oh baby, i am having some damn good fantasies. Having a crush is great for driving to work, 35 minutes of unadulterated fantasizing about just where and how this person would ravage me. and then on the drive home, another 35 minutes of how i would show that person a thing or two - grins.
See, it's spring and i get so damn horny in the spring that there are days i have to change my jeans three times. okay so that was TMI, but honestly, doesn't this time of year just make you want some lovin'?
i'm a tad older than most here (gee, stop shouting CD, so it's more than a tad...) and i think by and large i have my libido under control. I am used, taken on a regular basis and generally, i am good 'til the next time.
something about spring tho... just sets my motor to revving.
only 2 hours 'til my drive home....i think i may take the scenic route today.....grins
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to my girlfriends and one stray guy.......
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Posted:May 16, 2006 11:53 am
Last Updated:May 20, 2006 7:09 am
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sent to me - no credit taken but i did edit out the pic - grins
WHY IT IS GOOD TO BE A WOMAN
1. We got off the Titanic first.
2. We can scare male bosses with the mysterious gynecological disorder excuses.
3 Taxis stop for us.
4. We don't look like a frog in a blender when dancing.
5. No fashion faux pas we make, could ever rival the Speedo.
6. We don't have to pass gas to amuse ourselves.
7. If we forget to shave, no one has to know.
8. We can congratulate our teammate without ever touching her rear end.
9. We don't have to reach down every so often to make sure our privates are still there.
10. We have the ability to dress ourselves.
11. We can talk to the opposite sex without having to picture them naked.
12. If we marry someone 20 years younger, we are aware that we will look like an idiot.
13. We will never regret piercing our ears.
14. There are times when chocolate really can solve all your problems.
15. We can make comments about men in their presence because we know they aren't listening anyway.
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building an ark.......
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Posted:May 15, 2006 12:58 pm
Last Updated:May 16, 2006 3:34 pm
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not one to complain but 8 straight days of rain, 5"of water in my basement and no hot water in my shower - it's getting to me
have taken a 's bath for the last two days and damn, i want a shower
so - since i am not one to complain and since i intend to be seeing my Sir in less than 3 hours, i am now ensconced, avec laptop, at the holiday inn
woohoooooooooooooooo
and i don't even have to make the bed
grins and jumps into the shower
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happy Mother's Day DAD
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Posted:May 14, 2006 6:46 am
Last Updated:May 16, 2006 11:39 am
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for all the fathers who nurture and protect
for all the fathers who stepped up and took over
for all the fathers who are caregivers
happy Mother's Day
i know some of you - my brother, my Sir
so thank you for:
*going back to the store THREE times to get the right tampons
*for cooking a favorite meal (even though the kitchen became a demolition zone)
*for sitting up while they were sick, touching gently, cleaning, soothing
*for making up silly songs to help them sleep
*for building memories they will hold dear forever like the igloo, the christmas branch, the midnight walks under a full moon, the long rides filled with songs and laughter, being a room dad, washing a favorite shirt at 2AM so they can have it for tomorrow, for being there when they get home from school with a snack and smiling through the stories even though you will have to stay up late to finish that report, for hearing the unspoken words, for pushing them to become, for holding them when they fail and for tears never seen but often wept
thank you for being a Mom as only a Dad can be
to my Dad -
*thanks for taking me fishing at dawn
*crying with me while we watched Old Yeller
*stopping by my first day home with my and laughing with delight when he peed all over your suit
*for the letters you wrote to me, the words you said that made me know your love was deep and abiding
*for leaves raked, then raked again after we jumped in them
*for walking down that hill everyday and coming in the back door and making our family feel whole and safe
*for meeting every single friend i ever had
*for jokes so bad we couldn't stop laughing
*for scary stories and showing me the mysteries in life
*for crying unabashedly when you left me at college
*for calling at just the right moment, time and time again - because i just needed to know someone loved ME
so Happy Mother's Day to Dads everywhere who do what must be done, with compassion and abiding love
now, if you could just put the seat down......
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testing, testing
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Posted:May 14, 2006 6:25 am
Last Updated:May 15, 2006 12:16 pm
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this is only a test
is this were a real emergency - we'd all be screwed
but i have posted twice now about something that happened in blogland and twice the post seemed to go up and twice it has disappeared.
i wonder how/who is watching at headquarters that the group espousing despicable acts with and the destruction of their innocence can post but my post in reaction to it seems too "vile" to pass censors
hmmmmmmmmm - censorship at it's most absurd - i have removed words that might trigger their attention - let's see whether this one makes the cut
for those who remember McCarthy "goodnight and good luck"
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