Tag: love
member name: Fred Hose
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December 13, 2006 12:45 PM EST --
What makes an artist create or better still what makes an artist create gloriously?
I was good scholar at school but I came alive when it was that part of our English classes when we were asked to write . . .
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December 06, 2007 03:38 AM EST --
Zona was a reserved young woman. At school she was neat and tidy.
I met her at a party sitting to one side watching everyone from a distance.
I said that I'd make her say in public that she loves . . .
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March 25, 2008 05:36 PM EDT --
When I'm Filled With Love
My fingers want to write poems,
My arms ache to embrace
And my feet want to dance
In the warm sands.
But my eyes only see
Beckoning fingers and siren eyes . . .
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May 15, 2008 06:50 AM EDT --
I walked into the pub and said a loud "hi" to everyone.
The barman said "Hey, come on over here and join us".
I held up both my hands as if blocking his invitation.
"No . . .
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July 14, 2009 09:43 AM EDT --
For those ready to begin again.
Parting is such sweet sorrow, Tis said and tis true. But only if the parting's brief.
But should your dear one cross a line, That widens to a crevice And valley of . . .
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July 29, 2007 12:30 PM EDT --
For all my new friends.
What makes an artist create or better still what makes an artist create gloriously?
I was good scholar at school but I came alive when it was that part of our English . . .
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August 05, 2007 01:14 PM EDT --
If you say love
I'll jump through a hoop
If you say love love
I'll loop the loop
If you say love love love
I'll be cock of the hoop
I always thought nothing could be worse
Than writing love . . .
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August 10, 2007 08:15 AM EDT --
The fisherboat had just passed between huge boulders near the shore of the tiny island. Kalibri was said to be the visible top of an submerged mountain that jutted up above the ocean.
Ajay turned . . .
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August 31, 2007 04:47 AM EDT --
When God made you Minnie He paused for a while and then asked for certain ingredients to be brought to Him. When they arrived He began to make your heart.
He sprinkled in some gold dust because you would . . .
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September 01, 2007 02:36 PM EDT --
Introduction
People are very much like precious stones and crystals. In ways that you may not see at first.
Give me a moment and I'll explain what I mean. Here in South Africa we have the huge Bushveld . . .
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May 29, 2008 07:08 AM EDT --
Lord, You once came
To the most beautiful people on earth.
To the people that You chose to embrace
To the people to whom You first showed love.
You gave them of Your breath and soul.
And . . .
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July 21, 2008 03:45 PM EDT --
THE TYCOONS
I've spent some time traveling around Gather, trying to see how the other half lives or writes. What I noticed was that there are many popular authors who write about way-out fantasies. . . .
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August 08, 2008 09:25 AM EDT --
I love many forms of music but especially the folk music of many countries. One of the countries whose music sends me soaring is Ireland. Some Irish melodies reflect that eternal longing that is a major . . .
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May 25, 2009 11:15 AM EDT --
Sweet wine, Moonlit dance, Fragrance of the night. Words that touched your soul, You said.
Why do I caress your hair And run my fingers down your cheek, As you lie lost in sleep? Must touch bring substance . . .
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July 13, 2009 04:49 PM EDT --
O barren banks of the Saraswati. Dry shores that once spawned life. Where sacred water lavished glory On ancient cities now forgot.
There I found you, Moonstone. You, who taught me ancient truths. O . . .
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August 15, 2009 06:19 AM EDT --
My room faces the desert sand
There are windows but no curtains.
When the desert wind blows
I feel its warmth
And I can hear the music.
But when I reach up,
I feel your tears,
Sweet . . .
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August 15, 2009 11:53 AM EDT --
Silvery Moon,
Source of all our mystery,
Sensuous mirror,
Reflector of our dreams.
Tonight, I’ve come to outwit you.
Here is my magic tool.
A flask of . . .
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July 23, 2007 02:59 PM EDT --
Was it merely the moon
Or was it the heady wine?
Did they both dissolve
All of our futile restraint?
You swept back your hair
With a defianf brush
As your bosom heaved
And your wanton sleeve slipped
. . .
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August 01, 2007 01:48 PM EDT --
The next day, I went back to the meadow and . . . wonders upon wonders . . .when I stroked it, my violin played the Lost Chord again. Once more I became aware of its awesome powers.
With the chord still . . .
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October 05, 2007 05:09 PM EDT --
Note : I would very much want to make this story a feature in my new Anthology. For this reason, your positive and negative criticisms would be most welcome and invaluable.
A Preamble
This story is a . . .
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