The pin on the promise I made about a day outside in spite. Of the seamless sun drenched skies, and the sound of a. Intermittent bird song delivered to me by a sympathetic. Summer breeze, I decided to remain welded there between. Cheeks and couch, and do bugger all but enjoy the company.

Bright lights, eternal inspirations. Posted by Eva Von Pelt. So honored to be included with this wonderful collection of poets. Thank you, Yelena! Posted by Eva Von Pelt. The star of my night. Of coffee, and dust, and rust, and dirt;.

April 9, 2013 by Susan Morgan Bosler. In this meadow of cool, long wild grasses. With bright spring flowers bursting with color. The sweet smells of young nature. The soft breeze that ripples past the curled locks of my hair. While I am the common girl. Who has captured your heart completely unaware. Let us drink sweet wine. During the dark night hours.

When my feet are on the ground.

If you just had some idea. Here comes the goodbye look.

An interview with a Dirty Word. 8216;An Interview with a Dirty word! Tonight we are interviewing the most profane word in the English Language. But his contention is that he is not a word at all but is in fact an acronym! Ladies and Gents please welcome Mr. Mr Word bows to the audience.

You know, I know. The devil shaking in my legs knows. White stripes in the wood. I used to think church. Was the place to feel the spirit. When my spirit was light, but. As I got older, my spirit. Looked to clinging, to hover. In the fringes of the bowels. Of the dark and desperate. Hells we call out nature. Tonight, Hell is on. Hell is a court with the.

Blogging for the well-read and ill-at-ease. Coming Soon, My Blog! Ninety Four Two Forty Nine. A World in Her Own Words. C ities of Tiny Lights. A Small Circle of Friends. Welcome to A Small Circle of Friends. A blogging group for the well-read and the ill-at-ease.

A place for my silly poems, etc. The world is a sunset. Is the mist, rising. I feel love is numbered. Who is there for me? I look at you, thought. Put tomorrow out of your mind. You look like the kind of guy. When she was still fresh and pretty.