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December 23, 2009 11:42 PM EST
(shared with group: December 23, 2009)
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North wind with Jack Frost and wayward winds
Santa loading sleigh, but let’s begin
Good little tykes and terrible twos
Awareness sets in, eyes sparkle truth
This never escapes your inner . . .
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December 23, 2009 10:14 PM EST
(shared with group: December 23, 2009)
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OK don't bite my head off ......
It's George Burns thought ha ha ha NOT mine!!!
"The secret of a good sermon is to have a good beginning
And a good ending......
and to have the two as . . .
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December 23, 2009 10:09 PM EST
(shared with group: December 23, 2009)
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For all my Gather friends who've been reading my post ... looking at pics... ect...
and wanted to leave a comment. I thought I was clicking on "no rating" .
Just realized that it's not rating anymore. . . .
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December 23, 2009 07:51 PM EST
(shared with group: December 23, 2009)
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Not belonging to one
Noon belongs to no one; the shadows don’t wait;
they rush, blend, mingle, finally evanesce.
Noon belongs to no one; no shadows. Brother . . .
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December 23, 2009 10:26 AM EST
(shared with group: December 23, 2009)
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merry christmas to everyone here at gather.....may you all know the beauty, magic, and miracles of this special time
love
natasha
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December 23, 2009 04:08 AM EST
(shared with group: December 23, 2009)
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The Waiting Gift
Free your heart and let it come
through your yesterdays of tears and pain
to humble stable dreaming in ancient Bethlehem
and there . . .
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December 23, 2009 03:56 AM EST
(shared with group: December 23, 2009)
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IN THE BLEAK MID-WINTER
In the bleak mid-winter
With the roads as black as ice
And the little harmless . . .
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May 09, 2007 06:58 AM EDT
(shared with group: December 22, 2009)
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Untitled
They say that tomorrow is as yet unwritten yet each day for me is a repetition of yesterday and predicting my own future is as simple As recollecting my . . .
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December 22, 2009 08:13 PM EST
(shared with group: December 22, 2009)
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Sundays of a Monday man
A Monday man has Sundays behind him too
when he lights a candle; kneels; pray for nothing.
A cat saunters through the time lying down . . .
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December 22, 2009 07:56 PM EST
(shared with group: December 22, 2009)
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REMEMBER:
Jesus is our Saviour and not Santa Santa lives at the North Pole. JESUS is everywhere. Santa rides in a sleigh JESUS rides on the wind and walks on the water. Santa comes but once a year JESUS . . .
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December 22, 2009 03:01 PM EST
(shared with group: December 22, 2009)
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I have scars you could see
Deep in my heart for you and me
My head would guide you by
My heart could but we could die
Far away you've gone
Here and now my pain flames still burn
Fresh . . .
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December 22, 2009 04:35 AM EST
(shared with group: December 22, 2009)
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Doctor Stupenny relented And let you out of the locked Ward: no more self-harming Now, he said, that morning After a consultation brief, But deep, his shitebrown Eyes moving over you like A snail, . . .
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December 21, 2009 08:04 PM EST
(shared with group: December 21, 2009)
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The penumbra of a Monday
The shadows’ montage on the Monday path;
the shadows of cars, trees, people, rooftops;
everything is on the move; even trees
move from . . .
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December 21, 2009 01:33 PM EST
(shared with group: December 21, 2009)
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I've been standing here down and out
Staring at the shut window thinking loud
If ever you'd come back to my heart
If ever we were never torn apart
These are the thoughts that burn my heart tonight. . . .
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December 21, 2009 02:16 AM EST
(shared with group: December 21, 2009)
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She was almost tempted To jump from the bridge Despite the crowds that Passed, despite the coldness And filth of the water below, But she didn’t; she walked On and slit her wrists in the Hospital . . .
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December 20, 2009 08:23 PM EST
(shared with group: December 20, 2009)
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Sun rise and sunset are like light and shadows that play fastidious, in our paths of lives
The beauty of them lie only in their movement quite, in opposite directions enticing and almost . . .
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December 20, 2009 08:08 PM EST
(shared with group: December 20, 2009)
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The Gardener
The gardener, with an indifferent field;
with a fistful piquant seeds analyzes
probability. A village, a company,
an existence or existences depend . . .
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December 20, 2009 06:55 PM EST
(shared with group: December 20, 2009)
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Baby Santa
No room in Frosty Hands Inn
on-sold to People's Republic of China
booked out by Russian Mafia
gate crashed . . .
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December 20, 2009 05:19 PM EST
(shared with group: December 20, 2009)
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Words written,
Ashes they make,
Dust they create,
Trees grow,
Nutrition they take,
Fruit they make,
Ripen it does,
Eat it we must,
Words we create,
The past we reverberate.
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December 20, 2009 03:57 PM EST
(shared with group: December 20, 2009)
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Take off the robes of dark and dim Let borrowed girls seek other dreams And slip through the hands of lust and greed.
The fire and flames and sad-eyed dames, The tortured souls . . .
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