Like the tide in winter,

she returns with a cool breaze at her hills,

anticipating the morning light,

and with it the sun's warm glow.

In other word:

Hey all, I am back online

 and would love to here from all my tbolg buddies =)SB

COLORS SWIRL AROUND ME AND PUSH THROUGH ME

ANGRY I FALL

FROM MY NEW VANTAGE POINT ON THE GROUND

I CATCH A FINAL GLIMS OF THE COLORFUL MELE

 BEFORE THEY BLEND INTO THE USUAL SHADE OF GREY

1. Who are you?

2. Are we friends?

3. When and how did we meet? 

 
4. Do you talk to me a lot?

5. Am i fun to talk to?

6. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.

7. Describe me in one word.

8. What was your first impression?

9. Do you still think that way about me now?

10. What reminds you of me?

11. If you could give me anything what would it be?

12. How well do you know me?

13. Whats one thing that we had and was only ours?

14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?

15. If given the chance would you do to me? 

16.If given the chance would you embrace lips with myself? 

17. Are you going to put this on your blog and see what I say about you?

I AM LONGING FOR YOU

TO FIND ME

TO SEE ME

TO HAVE A LOOK INSIDE MY EYES

TO HOLD ME

TO LOVE ME

TO KEEP ME AS YOU OWN

I AM WISHING I COULD

SEE YOU

KNOW YOU

LOVE YOU

TO WITINESS YOUR GENIUS

AND EASE YOUR SORROW

She is that moment of silence just before the dawn.

She is that goodnight kiss before your last yawn.

She is not gonna worry about precision.

She is a luminescent joy prism.

From frantic curly hair to lilt of song or dance anytime and anywhere it may not seem as if she cares.

She can stop your heart on a dime

She can kiss away pain and easy your mind

She can fine the good in any man

She can not harm the way others can

If you are looking for innocence look no further than her dance

But if romance be you aim Beware the girl she has no shame

who is this rapture of truth and beauty?

how can you capture this giglin cutie?

She is Ma, when your knee she is kissin.

She is grand ma ma, when your vittles she’s fixin.

She is a lady, when on your arm she’s twirlin.

She is a tart, when you’re the man she’s lovin.  

Ok so this one needs some exsplaning.

How many of you have made up new words to an old song,

 turning it in to a new silly song?

I was in the shower and this new silly song just came to me.

Here is, my version of Hammer Time by M C Hammer,

now changed into "Shower Time By M C Bubbles.

SHOWER TIME

Cold water hits me, so hard,

makes me say oh my lord.

Thank you for blessing me,

with skin so soft,

and two white cheeks.

It feels good,

when you know your clean.

just Gods lil girl,

from the C town,

and you know this much,

this rhyme is so clean,

you know ya can't touch.

Scrub it up now,

Woh oh oh oh oh oh oh,

Cant touch this.

(Now later, rinse, and repeat.)

This is Mary Magdalin's story, a single woman’s love affair with Jesus.

My love you can not go.

This can not be goodbye.

You can't, I wont let you, NO.

How can you ask me not to cry?

You say you’ll send a comforter,

It simply will not do.

My lord I don’t need a comforter,

What I need is you.

I remember a day in the temple when they threw me to the ground

Death had me in his grasp,and only you stood between us.

When you knelt to scribble, i knew, my salvation was found

While they devised against you, your response was genius.

They asked how you could bare to save a retch like me.

You asked each of them to prove the absence of there sin.

Each one tossed their stone away, for not one was blame free.

Right there, that was the moment, our love affair begain.

Yes, many times you’ve travel away from my side.

And return with more fish than your 12 men could carry.

Then you were taken from me to die.

In the tume of Lazerus you were buried.

My heart was renued when you returned

But now you say you’ll go away

To where I can not follow.

I can not here it, please stop, don’t say,

That I can not see you tomorrow.

Help me understand it.

Why must you go?

You’ll come back as a bandit?

This is no time for humor; there is much I need to know.

I see there is not much time now, the hour is at hand.

I understand all you told me, but I still can’t see you go.

Tonight, from there I’ll seem to be just a grain of sand.

However from any distance, my love for you will show.  

Please don’t look at me with fear in your eye

My simple greeting is no big surprise

I am in this world to make it smile

And make this life seem worth while

For happy is what I was born to be

When you look at me what do you see?

There is nothing, to fear its only me

So I’ll dance and sing at any time

Sometime I’ll even spin a rhyme

I’ll spread my cheer with no apologies

I’ll have no fear of you, or what you’ll see

After all, it’s only me. 

IN THE SAFETY OF YOUR  ARMS  I WAS AT REST.

WITH YOU IN MY CORNER I WAS MY BEST.

HOW CAN I GO ON WITH OUT YOU HERE,

ATACKS COME FROM EVERYWHERE,

AND I FEEL LIKE AN AMPUTEE. 

TO HELL WITH DEATH, COME BACK TO ME.

I’m in love with words.

It started when I was only nine

The beauty of adjective nouns and verbs

that I weave into a rhyme.

The unmatched variation

 that bring about pleasure

and much rumination

 found only  in their syllabic grandeur

are so necessary for dialog.

Words we are lost with out you.

Desire of  words is evident in this blog

to  inspire   whom ever  is passing thru.   

SHANNON BY: KEEVA

bright-eyed intellectual
> and little girl fun
> mother-bear protect-ual
> so many things in one
> trusted for foundation
> lofting as a wing
> great for rumination
> buoyant as a spring
> cutest in her pigtails
> some flop-shoes and a skirt
> making sure we females
> stay healthy and unhurt
> praying for her soul-mate
> but God sure has a chore
> someone He could contemplate
> could love her even more.

Slowly I opened my eyes to the brightest light I had ever seen.
It was like I was looking directly into the sun,
But there was no pain.
I looked up and saw the most beautiful face
This was not a face I had seen before,
but I knew instantly who He was.
So I ran arms wide open, saying “ Daddy, Daddy,”
Tears of joy filled my eyes,
I jumped in to His loving arms,
As He said “Welcome home little girl”.

THEN "WELL DONE MY GOOD AND FAITHFUL SERVENT"

If I could find a way to forget you,
Or close up this tender spot.
If I could find a love to replace you,
But who else could fill me heart?
If I could find a reason to leave you with good bye,
Or let you love me once again,
But why try.

Compliant Ewe

DO only what you see them do
NOT ever thinking on your own
CONFORM! Stick in! Follow! Mimic!
ANY way goes if it's what's known.
LONGER is the path not travelled
TO stay in line negates such fear
THE recklessness of initiative, while
PATTERN is the comfort here.
OF all the options in your lifetime
THIS principle will guard your back
WORLD of choices may seem daunting
BUT hold to it and you'll not lack.
BE only of the things we've taught
TRANSFORMED from self-identity
BY marching to a single tune
THE less of you, the more of we
RENEWING life with what you've learnt
OF casting yours with every vote
YOUR task at hand is to sit calmly
MIND you never rock the boat!

Brett Peter Anderson

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