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Published: October 10, 2008

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By Di42
Published: October 10, 2008
Updated: October 10, 2008

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She puts on her perfume,
finds something sensual to wear,
stands before the mirror
to brush her hair,
slides her hands over the silk,
goes to where her husband lies,
climbs in beside and closes her eyes.
Trying to get her breathing
under control,
she thinks,
should I reach out
or just let it go?
Feeling the warmth mingle between
their bodies,
she so much wants to touch,
to feel his love,
but knows if she dare,
she�ll be rebuffed.
She�s become accustom
to feeling alone,
lying there allowing the coldness
to take hold, as icy tentacles
wrap around her heart.
Not wanting him to hear her fears,
that she now hides,
she quietly turns onto her side,
quelling the tears,
as they form in her eyes.

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	Veemem - October 12, 2008 I've a feeling this situation is a common one and many will identify with it. nicely done Di Val x
	Di42 - October 11, 2008 Hi Gerry, that could be another poem to find out how they relationship into that situation, and to hear both sides. Thank you for the feed back, its always welcome. Di xx
	Gerry. - October 11, 2008 Di, How very sad for the lady. Could this work the other way round too I wonder? Nicely written... Gerry xxx.

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Remembering Sadie. (A true story)

By Gerry.
Published: October 8, 2008
Updated: October 8, 2008

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In the slow growing light our very proud mum
Looked down in amazement at what she had done.

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	Gerry. - October 10, 2008 Thanks Harry, I am sure you would have got on well together--she was a gentle creature. Gerry
	HarryB - October 9, 2008 Never had a lady dog, Gerry ... but if I did I'd want her to be just like Sadie.

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Journey of a Life Time

By Di42
Published: October 8, 2008
Updated: October 8, 2008

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Once the ego stops making the decisions, it�s then the true self will come foreword

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Gerry. - October 9, 2008
Di, well I have done the journey--I have set everything free, now I await my heart giving me the answers ;-)

Seriously I think many could relate to this.
Certainly something to think about...

Gerry xxx.

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Fire

By Valerie Muriel Mckinley
Published: October 8, 2008
Updated: October 8, 2008

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This began one way and veered completely out of my control, it is not what I intended to write.. HELP!! I think I am possessed�..

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	Gerry. - October 10, 2008 LOL...
	Veemem - October 9, 2008 Now Gerry did I say this was a memory, Did I? It's just a bit of Wishful thinking is what it is! I should be so lucky.. Thanks for reading as ever. Val x
	Gerry. - October 8, 2008 Blimey, what memories you have! Mine pale into insignificance compared this this. Just wait well his Sunkiness gets here;-) Gerry xxx.

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By Charles
Published: October 7, 2008
Updated: October 7, 2008

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She paints;
The brush hits the canvas with the softness of a mothers touch.

She is naked;
standing vulnerable in the cross fire of the days.
She wipes her breast with a wrist full of tears,
the blood drips down her body and pools in her navel.

She is silent;
She hears a conversation in her mind,
never ending loneliness across the silent sunder;
they are still.

She cries;
tasting her whiskey tears as they fall into the glass of melted ice.

She is lost;
a childhood wrecked by the vices of wrong choices and guilt,
failed relationships, abortions, death and sex.

She paints.

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Veemem - October 8, 2008
Why were you ever afraid to show anyone your work? This is beautifully written, the images are stark and so sad. A wonderful piece. Welcome again. Val x

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Death in the Afternoon

By Valerie Muriel Mckinley
Published: October 6, 2008
Updated: October 6, 2008

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His winged soul already freedom flown

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	Gerry. - October 7, 2008 Val. 'Not one sparrow falls without God knowing'. I agree with Tins's eloquent words... Gerry xxx.
	orangedream - October 6, 2008 Val - this is so sad and beautifully written. I guess, as Harry says it is hard to make sense of it. Your poem puts into words so eloquently, our helplessness and our only way of trying to come to terms with its trauma. Tina
	HarryB - October 6, 2008 Sad to see such a thing. Sadder still to be a part of it. Hard to justify it by saying there is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow.

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By Di42
Published: October 4, 2008
Updated: October 4, 2008

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The police asked if they could use this in with their anti drugs campaign a few years ago.

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	Di42 - October 5, 2008 I know what you mean Val, its a shame they realise when its too lale! Don't worry Sunk, death is not my main worry, it's life. x ;o)
	Veemem - October 5, 2008 A very powerful poem Di, If only kids had heads on their shoulders old enough to take heed or parents that care enough to help them resist the temptations out there. I wish I had an answer. Val x
	sunken - October 5, 2008 Hello Ms. Di. A smashing poem and no mistake. It puts me in mind of a gravedigger I know named Harold. Harold is a bugger for whistling and he can often be heard reciting a happy tune whilst burying the dead. I trust that my in-depth critique has helped in some way and that any fears relating to death are now appeased for good. Thank you. s u n k e n her wedding dress didn't make sense

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Cause And Effect

By Valerie Muriel Mckinley
Published: February 18, 2008
Updated: October 4, 2008

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How many times do I think of you?
I have never really counted.

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Winter 1947

By Valerie Muriel Mckinley
Published: October 3, 2008
Updated: October 3, 2008

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This I suppose could be called Prosetry, it's autobiographical. Mu is my nick name, Podge and degs are my favourite brothers and often feature in my writing.

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	Gerry. - October 5, 2008 Val you will realise that I remember this winter all too well. It was truly amazing. It didn't matter than transport was disrupted for weeks--because there was nothing to transport anyway. I will never forget that year, and you are correct we had no spring that year either. nicely written descriptive vignette of a difficult time. Gerry xxx.
	Veemem - October 3, 2008 Gosh! Dylan Thomas.. I'm speechless. Harry you are too kind. Thanks anyway, that will be a comment I shall treasure always. I've just had my flu jab, don't forget to have yours too. Winter will be here before you know it. Val x
	HarryB - October 3, 2008 Shades of Dylan Thomas that was good. Same feeling as seen by a child. I remember the storm, by the way. It struck New York a week earlier and stranded me on the Long Island Railroad.
	Veemem - October 3, 2008 I've always hated the snow except in pictures on Christmas cards! I'm a Spring/ Summer kind of girl.. I use the term girl very loosely you understand (-; Val x Thanks for the comment too xx
	Di42 - October 3, 2008 Lovely piece val, I remember making my first snowman, almost fainted it was so cold, never saw the fascination after that, lol Di xx

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