In sleep I see The dream, of Flame streaked hair And fair white skin Eyes, the colour Aqua Blue. Like Depthless pools To drown the soul Within, There lost For all Eternity.
The fine straight nose Below which sits Two sensuous lips Of Crimmson Red. The cheeks are Moulded perfectly To blend with chin In harmony.
Her neck a Swan would envy. The shoulders, Alabaster Glow in Moonlight. The Breast, the waist, The hips, any Goddess Would delight of Beauty so sublime. But now it fades With morning light Mayhaps return with Sleep tonight.
In sleep I see The dream, of Flame streaked hair And fair white skin Eyes, the colour Aqua Blue. Like Depthless pools To drown the soul Within, There lost For all Eternity.
The fine straight nose Below which sits Two sensuous lips Of Crimmson Red. The cheeks are Moulded perfectly To blend with chin In harmony.
Her neck a Swan would envy. The shoulders, Alabaster Glow in Moonlight. The Breast, the waist, The hips, any Goddess Would delight of Beauty so sublime. But now it fades With morning light Mayhaps return with Sleep tonight.
You know I had the same dream last night, and I was wondering what you were doing there?
Good one… JC
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We’re all poets, only some of us write it down. JC 9/27/08
Anyone who has the courage to disagree, deserves all do respect. JC 4/28/08
Life is a loosing battle, so you might as well live it up. J.C. 3/29/08
Life should be like skiing, you have the most fun on the way down. J.C. 8/17/07
Take their word for it, and that’s just what you’ll get. J.C. 3/19/07
Only the truth is worth the ultimate sacrifice. J.C. 1/26/06
Compared to the far right, the far left is somewhere in the middle. J.C. 2/22/06
I’ll be the first to apologies, as long as I get one back. J.C. 3/7/06
It’s a happy man, who can laugh at himself.
If you’re looking for a new experience, don’t hire someone with a lot of it. J.C. sometime in 1990
In sleep I see The dream, of Flame streaked hair And fair white skin Eyes, the colour Aqua Blue. Like Depthless pools To drown the soul Within, There lost For all Eternity.
The fine straight nose Below which sits Two sensuous lips Of Crimmson Red. The cheeks are Moulded perfectly To blend with chin In harmony.
Her neck a Swan would envy. The shoulders, Alabaster Glow in Moonlight. The Breast, the waist, The hips, any Goddess Would delight of Beauty so sublime. But now it fades With morning light Mayhaps return with Sleep tonight.
You know I had the same dream last night, and I was wondering what you were doing there?
It almost makes me want to answer with a fantasy of my own, except that you'd have to take it in my poor prose, I being no poet. I will tell you my fantasy wears a kilt.
Well, of those three, it would of course be Sean, though I wouldn't prevent Liam from leaving his ghillies under my -- er, watchful care. But I was thinking more of the mythic or legendary -- a piper, naturally, tall, broad, and a seafarer; storm-grey of eye and a glint of the nordic red in his beard.
All the women in my family feel like that about him. My Mom met him once in Egypt, I think, at some fancy do. He heard her Scottish accent and came over and introduced himself. Love at first sight. Something about parking his slippers under her bed.Really annoyed my Dad.
"He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart.
I think all of us girls should get together and come up with a character. Nothing would come close to Camac poetic ability, but I know we have alot of great imagination.
Flora
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"Nature always wears the colors of the spirit." -
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
K. Gibran
In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.
John Muir
"Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves."
All the women in my family feel like that about him. My Mom met him once in Egypt, I think, at some fancy do. He heard her Scottish accent and came over and introduced himself. Love at first sight. Something about parking his slippers under her bed.Really annoyed my Dad.
Even from here I enjoy reading your poems my dear. I like it very much it very sensual and explicit of your dream and yes you should keep it for yourself and kick JC out of it.
LOA
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"Few men are brave:many become so through training and discipline." Flavius Vegetius Renatus
"I think a hero is an ordinary individual who finds strenght to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles." Christopher Reeve