tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67497960272174432592024-02-20T15:43:19.859-08:00Writing AbodeNancy's Daily Dishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644639469128423132noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749796027217443259.post-79005884483339841412011-06-30T21:51:00.000-07:002011-06-30T21:51:06.306-07:00Money Back<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I really tried to make the thing work<br />
I spent all the money I ever had<br />
...it was to no avail and I grew so damn mad<br />
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I wanted to exchange it for a better trade<br />
I wanted to go take it right back<br />
...but it was too twisted to repack<br />
<br />
I wanted to demand a full refund of monies<br />
I thought about going right back in<br />
...but it was another battle I wouldn't win<br />
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The manufacturer didn't intend a defective device<br />
I had hoped for, but knew there would be no recall<br />
...I finally just threw my head against the wall<br />
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...and that's the story of my buying you, all in all</div>Nancy's Daily Dishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644639469128423132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749796027217443259.post-29862381315456690012011-06-25T14:23:00.000-07:002011-06-25T14:23:54.632-07:00Writing Abode<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://nancysdailydish.blogspot.com/2010/05/pillow-love-and-giveaway.html"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i></i></b></span></a><br />
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I set out for a traipse<br />
Through woodland of the green<br />
To take a breath of purest air<br />
To renew my senses keen<br />
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Enjoying was I my little stroll<br />
When the thicket I came upon<br />
Gave way to scarcely a path<br />
Beckoning me to continue on<br />
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<br />
I followed minutely a trail<br />
Which lead me to this place<br />
Where a quaint little cottage<br />
Had grown flowers as her face<br />
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<br />
She stood rather small<br />
And wore a hat of mossy thatch<br />
Lined with ribbon about the brim<br />
That lead to a pond of rainwater catch<br />
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Morning glory enshrouded glass eyes<br />
In dark I know must glow<br />
Had I not looked for them<br />
I fear that they would never show<br />
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Her mouth was of the deepest red<br />
Where the antique rose now grows<br />
And above it there, entwined by ivy<br />
A wreath grew gaily as her nose<br />
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<br />
I stepped back and looked once more<br />
Into those eyes of glory growing blue<br />
Their temptation proved far too much<br />
So I fulfilled my desire to peer on through<br />
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<br />
I could see small lamps were lit<br />
Casting warmth of fragile glow<br />
I grew lost, encumbered by thought<br />
Penetrate did this my soul<br />
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I then caught wind of aromatic proportion<br />
That comes only from the rose<br />
I believed it a polite gesture<br />
I thought it an invitation to impose<br />
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Resisting not I stepped inside<br />
And lunged down upon a chair<br />
Then looked back out the window<br />
To see the view from there<br />
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I saw such a beautiful rainbow<br />
Lending end for even more to see<br />
There, a plethora of flowers had grown,<br />
I dreamed...were they there for me?<br />
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<br />
I noticed beyond all color<br />
Encroaching was there the deepest thicket<br />
But wiser was my cottage host<br />
Who guarded herself with a line of white picket<br />
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Up above, I could see the sky<br />
Of blue sheets and white pillows<br />
And straight ahead, near the path<br />
She had lined herself with willows<br />
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<br />
I never wanted to forget this-<br />
This place I before never knew<br />
I wanted to stay here forever<br />
Though I longed to share it all with you<br />
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<br />
I thought that I might leave<br />
To go back home and fetch you<br />
And bring you to this mesmerizing place<br />
So you could feel its charisma too<br />
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<br />
But afraid that I may not again find<br />
This cottage with her lovely face<br />
I thought that I should write it down<br />
As never to forget this charming place<br />
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<br />
So I settled myself quite comfortably in<br />
With pen and paper and mode<br />
And began to relay the story of how<br />
I found my writing abode<br />
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Nancy Roberts ©2001<br />
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Shelter of no strength<br />
Hurled inside<br />
Positioned to fetal sleep<br />
Monsters lurk all hours<br />
In and out of me they creep<br />
Callousness belongs to me -<br />
Yet still I weep<br />
I know not from where I come<br />
The street reaps its toll<br />
I wither amongst the many<br />
Who never learned to cajole<br />
I inhale this noxious fume<br />
For it eases the pain<br />
My utter voracity<br />
Temporarily subsides with bane<br />
Posion abated, hunger again beckons<br />
-For no real meal ever came<br />
An orphan of Romania,<br />
To you, is my name<br />
Nothing else do I know...<br />
Ah, but I did once dream-<br />
I rode my bicycle<br />
Away from these things.Nancy's Daily Dishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644639469128423132noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749796027217443259.post-25894997301945928142011-06-10T11:18:00.000-07:002011-06-10T11:18:54.156-07:00Color of DeathNever did I know that nature<br />
held more of this hue<br />
I thought only birds, bright eyes and<br />
the sky to be of blue-<br />
But then I saw your face, in eternal sleep,<br />
had been given this color to<br />
How again can I ever find solace<br />
in the color I once thought I knew?<br />
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Nancy Roberts<br />
May 2001Nancy's Daily Dishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644639469128423132noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749796027217443259.post-60547902513555725902011-06-04T01:00:00.000-07:002011-06-04T08:57:02.077-07:00Poetry, I Believe Meant To Be<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">POEM:</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A verbal composition characterized by the use of condensed language chosen for its sound and suggestive power.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">American Heritage Dictionary</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Poetry, I believe meant to be</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">through language, an inner stirring</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A means to conjure memories;</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A step back to their occurring</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Poetry, I believe meant to be</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">with what time it takes to write</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">a means by which I slip away-</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">an invitation to minds flight</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Poetry, I believe meant to be</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">through usage of my words</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">a way for me to speak to you,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">thus never really being heard</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Poetry, I believe meant to be</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">with pen and paper on hand</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">a means to share through writing-</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">just who it is I really am</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Poetry, I believe meant to be</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">through its readers eyes</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">a chance to understand and see</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">its author without disguise</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Poetry, I believe meant to be</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">when given, it is of myself</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">a way to find a part of me</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">placed upon my minds back shelf</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Poetry, I believe meant to be</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">through imaginative allusion</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">the means to take me to a place-</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">where I am drawn to this conclusion:</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Poetry, I believe meant to be.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">~Nancy Roberts~</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">©2002 </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Joining Laurie for <a href="http://bargainhuntingwithlaurie.blogspot.com/">Favorite Things Saturday</a></span></span></span></span>Nancy's Daily Dishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644639469128423132noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749796027217443259.post-54477665957159255362011-05-30T00:39:00.000-07:002011-06-11T09:29:47.288-07:00The Want of Write<div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Want of Write</span></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">If only I had sparsely enough time</span></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">To study mere words</span></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">and then to write-</span></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">to understand some articulation</span></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">to let a thought flow forth right-</span></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I believe it quite probable </span></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">that I should soar in ever-flight.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Instead, here am I,</span></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">trapped in the dead of night.</span></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;">©2002 Nancy Roberts</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EVQyTBi5Xxs/TeMCoHMv_LI/AAAAAAAAFuw/vv6DaW4Xncw/s1600/writing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EVQyTBi5Xxs/TeMCoHMv_LI/AAAAAAAAFuw/vv6DaW4Xncw/s400/writing.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Nancy's Daily Dishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644639469128423132noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749796027217443259.post-63265969746561429982011-02-24T07:54:00.000-08:002011-02-24T19:14:29.102-08:00Imagine<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Imagine</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Close your eyes...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Breathe deeply...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Realize...</div><div style="text-align: center;">You are in control</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Step out...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Take a walk...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Knowing...</div><div style="text-align: center;">You can always go</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Listen closely...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pretend a thought...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Silently...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Feel your soul</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Take heart...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Move your spirit...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Feeling...</div><div style="text-align: center;">What you can flow</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Allow now...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Let it come...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Seeing...</div><div style="text-align: center;">What it will show</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Take flight...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Soar beyond limits...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Understand...</div><div style="text-align: center;">What it is you hold</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">©2001 Nancy M Roberts</div><br />
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Is there ever enough time in life? Do we have enough time to do all we want to do, all we need to do, all we should do, all we have to do...and most importantly all we were meant to do?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">At times I am overwhelmed merely by time, the lack of time. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Dreams and Time</b><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">As the procession of life moves on with all of its sound,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I seek only to stop, and for just a moment turn around-</div><div style="text-align: center;">For behind me lie fractions of dreams that once were mine,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Broken pieces gone astray that I'd somehow like to find.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">If only for sparse moments time would cease to exist</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'd sever the losses, but laudable dreams I'd re-enlist.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'd use those moments to pick up and tenderly repair</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fragments of dreams bearing dissipation because I'm no longer there.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'd know a surging of my spirit in my dreams new revival</div><div style="text-align: center;">Being thankful for the time given me for their survival,</div><div style="text-align: center;">And then having regrouped to carry on with the procession</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'd take heed to my salvaged dreams but offer up this confession:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Seeking to fulfill your dreams and see them on to fruition</div><div style="text-align: center;">Is worth the planning and perseverance but time is the tuition.</div><div style="text-align: center;">And time, though it seems to pass quickly, is perpetually here-</div><div style="text-align: center;">I would caution; use it wisely friend, for it is we who disappear.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nancy M Roberts ©2001</div><br />
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</a></div>Nancy's Daily Dishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644639469128423132noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749796027217443259.post-85157019082442321062010-12-30T15:39:00.000-08:002011-06-11T09:27:46.303-07:00Dream Awake<b>Dream Awake (by me)</b><br />
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I wish to sit a moment and take in the quiet still of the day<br />
For too soon it will take its slumber and slowly drift away<br />
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Whilst still here I will reach for the day soon gone by<br />
And as the light does begin to drift, so to shall I<br />
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Dream awake about a place of tranquil respite found<br />
An abode within my mind I have created in abound<br />
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I close my eyes for moments and often want for more<br />
To ponder myself upon the things I question of my lore<br />
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Somewhere there is harmony between life and ones dreams<br />
One must pause to remember though time not ample it seems<br />
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So my mind still drifting as descending is the time<br />
Wonder now, is time not itself to be considered as sublime?<br />
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© 2001 Nancy M Roberts<br />
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