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This is classic.. I found it looking for Emilys meaning... For literal-minded readers, a dead narrator speaking about her death presents a problem, perhaps an unsurmountable problem. How can a dead woman be speaking? 
Literal minded people should stick with non fiction.....poetry is "Painting" a picture with words, word play... 
Yes poetry would be hell for those epeople. |
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I willed my keepsakes, signed away
What portion of me I Could make assignable,-and then There interposed a fly, With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz, Between the light and me; And then the windows failed, and then I could not see to see. It is actually kind of difficult to say exactly which is correct... i am still leaning towards my analysis from these two paragraphs... I liekd yours two though 
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I willed my keepsakes, signed away What portion of me I Could make assignable,-and then There interposed a fly, With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz, Between the light and me; And then the windows failed, and then I could not see to see. It is actually kind of difficult to say exactly which is correct... i am still leaning towards my analysis from these two paragraphs... I liekd yours two though
I willed my keepsakes.....I wished for it to happen Signed away...without regret, gave up because I was ready What portion of me I could make assignable.....old, sick, not much left of what was once a young and healthy body There interposed a fly...the grim reaper Blue, uncertain,...losing consciousness, fading Between the light and me......sight becoming dim, then dimmer Windows failed...eyes closed I could not see to see...death.... Change you opin....you are wrong.... 
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I willed my keepsakes, signed away What portion of me I Could make assignable,-and then There interposed a fly, With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz, Between the light and me; And then the windows failed, and then I could not see to see. It is actually kind of difficult to say exactly which is correct... i am still leaning towards my analysis from these two paragraphs... I liekd yours two though
I willed my keepsakes.....I wished for it to happen Signed away...without regret, gave up because I was ready What portion of me I could make assignable.....old, sick, not much left of what was once a young and healthy body There interposed a fly...the grim reaper Blue, uncertain,...losing consciousness, fading Between the light and me......sight becoming dim, then dimmer Windows failed...eyes closed I could not see to see...death.... Change you opin....you are wrong....
LoL yeah and another thing to consider is that the question of an after life might be the refrrence to the window and seeing to see. I never thought of it until I read the anaysis from the web-site. Either way... Still my favorite is Anne Sexton's Starry Night as far as poems are concerned. But my favorite author prolly Robert Frost... though I have like Dickensons poems that I ve read so far. |
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I willed my keepsakes, signed away What portion of me I Could make assignable,-and then There interposed a fly, With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz, Between the light and me; And then the windows failed, and then I could not see to see. It is actually kind of difficult to say exactly which is correct... i am still leaning towards my analysis from these two paragraphs... I liekd yours two though
I willed my keepsakes.....I wished for it to happen Signed away...without regret, gave up because I was ready What portion of me I could make assignable.....old, sick, not much left of what was once a young and healthy body There interposed a fly...the grim reaper Blue, uncertain,...losing consciousness, fading Between the light and me......sight becoming dim, then dimmer Windows failed...eyes closed I could not see to see...death.... Change you opin....you are wrong....
LoL yeah and another thing to consider is that the question of an after life might be the refrrence to the window and seeing to see. I never thought of it until I read the anaysis from the web-site. Either way... Still my favorite is Anne Sexton's Starry Night as far as poems are concerned. But my favorite author prolly Robert Frost... though I have like Dickensons poems that I ve read so far. I will give you the name of a very good poet who I bet you have not read....I think you will like her...she is amazing....Virginia Hamilton Adair... 
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I willed my keepsakes, signed away What portion of me I Could make assignable,-and then There interposed a fly, With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz, Between the light and me; And then the windows failed, and then I could not see to see. It is actually kind of difficult to say exactly which is correct... i am still leaning towards my analysis from these two paragraphs... I liekd yours two though
I willed my keepsakes.....I wished for it to happen Signed away...without regret, gave up because I was ready What portion of me I could make assignable.....old, sick, not much left of what was once a young and healthy body There interposed a fly...the grim reaper Blue, uncertain,...losing consciousness, fading Between the light and me......sight becoming dim, then dimmer Windows failed...eyes closed I could not see to see...death.... Change you opin....you are wrong....
LoL yeah and another thing to consider is that the question of an after life might be the refrrence to the window and seeing to see. I never thought of it until I read the anaysis from the web-site. Either way... Still my favorite is Anne Sexton's Starry Night as far as poems are concerned. But my favorite author prolly Robert Frost... though I have like Dickensons poems that I ve read so far. I will give you the name of a very good poet who I bet you have not read....I think you will like her...she is amazing....Virginia Hamilton Adair...
Is this your assumed name where you can write hot love poetry to me?? Hmmm
Oh wow it has been a long day I have two assignemtns due tonight. I might check her out though I do not have time to look right this sec. |
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I willed my keepsakes, signed away What portion of me I Could make assignable,-and then There interposed a fly, With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz, Between the light and me; And then the windows failed, and then I could not see to see. It is actually kind of difficult to say exactly which is correct... i am still leaning towards my analysis from these two paragraphs... I liekd yours two though
I willed my keepsakes.....I wished for it to happen Signed away...without regret, gave up because I was ready What portion of me I could make assignable.....old, sick, not much left of what was once a young and healthy body There interposed a fly...the grim reaper Blue, uncertain,...losing consciousness, fading Between the light and me......sight becoming dim, then dimmer Windows failed...eyes closed I could not see to see...death.... Change you opin....you are wrong....
LoL yeah and another thing to consider is that the question of an after life might be the refrrence to the window and seeing to see. I never thought of it until I read the anaysis from the web-site. Either way... Still my favorite is Anne Sexton's Starry Night as far as poems are concerned. But my favorite author prolly Robert Frost... though I have like Dickensons poems that I ve read so far. I will give you the name of a very good poet who I bet you have not read....I think you will like her...she is amazing....Virginia Hamilton Adair...
Is this your assumed name where you can write hot love poetry to me?? Hmmm
Oh wow it has been a long day I have two assignemtns due tonight. I might check her out though I do not have time to look right this sec. No, it is not me  ...It was nice chatting with you, interesting!! Have a great weekend!!
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Yeah, I am doing an assignment and will likely be on it for a while. I am entering Astro Physics by the end of this year or so. Anyway, symbols and poetry are my favorite. One thing most ppl have not noticed is that the Earth is comprised of two types sea and land. If you think about it... it is kind of strange because see and sea are prounounced the same and land has two different meaning like to land a plain. It is almost like instructions see the see and land on land..... I look for this stuff all the time. Poems are great for it.
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Edited by
iam4u
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Fri 02/03/12 10:36 PM
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Fingers soft upon my skin,
tracing my cheek, down to my chin. Tingles flare, this love affair. Softly whispered, breaths of passion. Gentle kisses, lusting compassion. Two hearts laying, raw and bare, Expressing all we have to share. Caressing hands, slide everywhere. Silently falling darkness, sweet care, Scents of Cologne, perfume in our air. Tasting our heated sweat, nurturing our wet. Like virgins in our sin, each with devotions to win. Tightly wrapped, entwined, gasping thrusts so devine. Hearts beating, escalating, moans of love anticipating. Gusting, thrusting, our endings merge as one. Pounding chests of rushing blood, our loving flood. Internally uninted, each so emotionally invited. Fingers soft upon my skin, Tracing my cheek, down to my chin. 
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Fingers soft upon my skin, tracing my cheek, down to my chin. Tingles flare, this love affair. Softly whispered, breaths of passion. Gentle kisses, lusting compassion. Two hearts laying, raw and bare, Expressing all we have to share. Caressing hands, slide everywhere. Silently falling darkness, sweet care, Scents of Cologne, perfume in our air. Tasting our heated sweat, nurturing our wet. Like virgins in our sin, each with devotions to win. Tightly wrapped, entwined, gasping thrusts so devine. Hearts beating, escalating, moans of love anticipating. Gusting, thrusting, our endings merge as one. Pounding chests of rushing blood, our loving flood. Internally uninted, each so emotionally invited. Fingers soft upon my skin, Tracing my cheek, down to my chin.
You steam is getting hotter, more sensuous, calmer, cleaner, sexier, and more real....Are you in love?... I adore this poem Terry.... 
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Ewwie, I like the new smiley picure you are using. Who is it?
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Ewwie, I like the new smiley picure you are using. Who is it?
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Ewwie, I like the new smiley picure you are using. Who is it?
First smiley face I have seen on you since we met. VERY nice :-) You don't have gas, go you? |
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I felt him, right behind me how long, I do not know my skin tingled willingly in random ebb and flow. I sensed his heat and power it warmed my insides out it was the midnight hour with no one else about. I did not turn, others would to see what he looked like I was in a fateful mood I readied for the strike. When it came twas wicked slow his breath upon my neck hands caressed where lovers go and lips were writing checks. I leaned back we fit so well His fingers strong and soft then I screamed BLOODY HELL when the alarm went off. You never screamed "Bloody Hell"..........well, you may have...but, you were screaming into the matress while biting a pillow so, I think I got a good point. |
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Fingers soft upon my skin, tracing my cheek, down to my chin. Tingles flare, this love affair. Softly whispered, breaths of passion. Gentle kisses, lusting compassion. Two hearts laying, raw and bare, Expressing all we have to share. Caressing hands, slide everywhere. Silently falling darkness, sweet care, Scents of Cologne, perfume in our air. Tasting our heated sweat, nurturing our wet. Like virgins in our sin, each with devotions to win. Tightly wrapped, entwined, gasping thrusts so devine. Hearts beating, escalating, moans of love anticipating. Gusting, thrusting, our endings merge as one. Pounding chests of rushing blood, our loving flood. Internally uninted, each so emotionally invited. Fingers soft upon my skin, Tracing my cheek, down to my chin.
You steam is getting hotter, more sensuous, calmer, cleaner, sexier, and more real....Are you in love?... I adore this poem Terry....
YES,Leigh I AM in LOVE,,,with the MISS of having this within my life.......
 NO,,,I'M THAT DAMN FOLL WHO'S BEEN SENT HERE IN MINGLE PRISON.
LIFE,,,W/O PAROLE!!!   <--its HIS FAULT,,lol!
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Your steam is getting hotter, more sensuous, calmer, cleaner, sexier, and more real....Are you in love?... I adore this poem Terry....
YES,Leigh I AM in LOVE,,,with the MISS of having this within my life.......
NO,,,I'M THAT DAMN FOLL WHO'S BEEN SENT HERE IN MINGLE PRISON.
LIFE,,,W/O PAROLE!!! <--its HIS FAULT,,lol!
The devil made you do it?!!!??  ....Naw.....you know you love it!!....
You need a hug is all....(((((((TERRY))))))) 
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Your steam is getting hotter, more sensuous, calmer, cleaner, sexier, and more real....Are you in love?... I adore this poem Terry....
YES,Leigh I AM in LOVE,,,with the MISS of having this within my life.......
NO,,,I'M THAT DAMN FOLL WHO'S BEEN SENT HERE IN MINGLE PRISON.
LIFE,,,W/O PAROLE!!! <--its HIS FAULT,,lol!
The devil made you do it?!!!?? ....Naw.....you know you love it!!....
You need a hug is all....(((((((TERRY)))))))
I am so VERY happy for you two,,and like the smiles on Jerry's face in his pic,,,YOU TWO WERE MADE TO BE.....
and  jerry doesn't even like poetry I SEE!,,
now I know why he never read mine then,,,,lol
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Your kisses linger on my neck as you whisper in my ear all those sexy sultry things you know I love to hear. I taste the sweetness of your mouth as your lips touch mine. I feel the beating of your heart as our bodies begin to entwine. Together we reach lovers bliss and slowly float back down. We drift off in peaceful bliss your head next to mine.
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Your kisses linger on my neck as you whisper in my ear all those sexy sultry things you know I love to hear. I taste the sweetness of your mouth as your lips touch mine. I feel the beating of your heart as our bodies begin to entwine. Together we reach lovers bliss and slowly float back down. We drift off in peaceful bliss your head next to mine. Penny this is sexy and steamy in all the right places!... I love your writing, it always makes me smile....
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"Spontaneous Combustion"
Static electricity… Sparks fly instantly… Eyes meet Can't speak Chest heaves Breath leaves Wires exposed… Heat transposed... Hands roam Soft moan Mind zones Loud groan Power lines… Carry signs… Lips meet Tongues reach Lovers need Tastes sweet Lightening strikes… We unite… Hands caress No duress Bodies press Hot distress Our burning consumption… Like "Spontaneous Combustion"…
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