<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4519587689019788842</id><updated>2009-10-01T06:33:52.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poetic whispers and thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>poetic whispers and thought, or whatever comes to mind at any given time
&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u127/RMorris_27/writing.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetistlafemme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4519587689019788842/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetistlafemme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>poetistlafemme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16208392168158428610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4519587689019788842.post-5307031711325317485</id><published>2007-12-09T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T23:36:38.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slither- AIDS</title><content type='html'>SLITHER&lt;br /&gt;SEEPING YOUR WAY INTO UNAWARE PREY,BURROWING DEEP INTO THE BOWELS OF MANY.SMILING,SECRETLY CLAIMING VICTORY.FEEDING ON THE INNOCENT , FRIEND OF THE NAIVE, THE SYMPTOMS WILL RUN ITS COURSE , BUT THE DISEASE, WILL WITHSTAND MAN,S MORTAL TIME,AS THE WATCHER'S  DIAL WINDS INEVITABLY DEATH IS AT HAND.AS YOU VICIOUSLY INFECT ARE LANDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;veneer h. &lt;br /&gt;POETISTLAFEMME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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AIDS'/><author><name>poetistlafemme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16208392168158428610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13487469536267307760'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4519587689019788842.post-4592298669384037777</id><published>2007-12-09T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T23:26:52.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BROKEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fragile like autumn leaves, turning hues of gold and brown, trampled under foot lay Broken on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Chafed by the harshness of the concrete  below, Thrown here and there whenever cold winds blow, whisked up in a whirlwind then suspended in the air, then cast down erratically then plummeting to despair, though glorious and stunning when last seen in flight now lay crumpled and Broken such a disheartening sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetistlafemme&lt;br /&gt;Veneer Holmes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4519587689019788842-4592298669384037777?l=poetistlafemme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetistlafemme.blogspot.com/feeds/4592298669384037777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4519587689019788842&amp;postID=4592298669384037777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4519587689019788842/posts/default/4592298669384037777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4519587689019788842/posts/default/4592298669384037777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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craving&lt;br /&gt;as time passes&lt;br /&gt;hand to mouth&lt;br /&gt;inhaling for lucidity&lt;br /&gt;yearning to pause&lt;br /&gt;addictions false remedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v.holmes poetistlafemme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4519587689019788842-7244735864870259612?l=poetistlafemme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetistlafemme.blogspot.com/feeds/7244735864870259612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4519587689019788842&amp;postID=7244735864870259612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4519587689019788842/posts/default/7244735864870259612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/15/72847608_6c0dea2b5b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/edhodges/72847608/"&gt;A Light in The Fog&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/edhodges/"&gt;EdHodges&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I march on although I cant see,&lt;br /&gt;not certain of my surroundings,&lt;br /&gt;I am sure of one thing,&lt;br /&gt;I am walking this road alone,&lt;br /&gt;a quiescent mind searching,&lt;br /&gt;for clarity,&lt;br /&gt; the light in the fog,&lt;br /&gt;in front of me, &lt;br /&gt;I am channelling'&lt;br /&gt;for an epiphany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v.holmes        poetistlafemme&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4519587689019788842-2309345990268676640?l=poetistlafemme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetistlafemme.blogspot.com/feeds/2309345990268676640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4519587689019788842&amp;postID=2309345990268676640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4519587689019788842/posts/default/2309345990268676640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4519587689019788842/posts/default/2309345990268676640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetistlafemme.blogspot.com/2006/12/light-in-fog.html' title='A Light in The Fog'/><author><name>poetistlafemme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16208392168158428610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13487469536267307760'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4519587689019788842.post-2818591264332482842</id><published>2006-12-16T09:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T10:21:01.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>loves song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/eyewash/235282199/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/91/235282199_57d7033325_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/eyewash/235282199/"&gt;Spirit Dance&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/eyewash/"&gt;corvid73&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I cant explain why?&lt;br /&gt;this feeling of unease, &lt;br /&gt;is stirring within,&lt;br /&gt;warning me to be cautious,&lt;br /&gt;wait before I let someone in,&lt;br /&gt;it is too late ,&lt;br /&gt;already reaching the point of no return,&lt;br /&gt;all or nothing,&lt;br /&gt;there was safety in solitude,but&lt;br /&gt;something was missing,&lt;br /&gt;my longing has entangled another into dance,&lt;br /&gt;to the rhythm of loves fickle song,&lt;br /&gt;on edge ready to leap beckoned by the beat of hearts,&lt;br /&gt;simultaneously,pulling towards then away from, spinning, &lt;br /&gt;now intertwined as one,&lt;br /&gt;until the tune shifted,&lt;br /&gt;now improvising to a tempered melody,&lt;br /&gt;wildly irrational,&lt;br /&gt;causing a jerking of emotions,&lt;br /&gt;and a pausing of movement,&lt;br /&gt;in total silence,&lt;br /&gt;until the next song plays,&lt;br /&gt;I am at bay,&lt;br /&gt;a slave to the rhythm,&lt;br /&gt;of loves song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v.h. poetistlafemme&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4519587689019788842-2818591264332482842?l=poetistlafemme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetistlafemme.blogspot.com/feeds/2818591264332482842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4519587689019788842&amp;postID=2818591264332482842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4519587689019788842/posts/default/2818591264332482842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4519587689019788842.post-8964193976720271958</id><published>2006-12-09T19:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T20:00:53.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SELF LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/melanieandjohn/219843915/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/83/219843915_7cc8e7f6b5_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/melanieandjohn/219843915/"&gt;Woman Eating an Apple - Botero Exhibit&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/melanieandjohn/"&gt;Mel &amp;amp; John Kots&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELF LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me if I cant fit your one size fit all fashions, you better add some more xxx's, perhaps you think I should eat smaller rations, see I dont have a problem with my size and no I dont always supersize my fries,There's just more of me to love and just because i'm not small and dainty does'nt mean I can't be sexy i'm sexy times 3xxxl , so no I'm not conceited and yes I have a reason  to be,  appreciating  all that makes me  unique ,I'm happy god made me just the way that I am finally, I have not always felt this way my view of myself  would change day to day depending on my environmental surroundings contingent on if they would be accepting of my width ,should not by any means sum my personal worth I am beautiful and big in size and it took some years to realize  ,now I love me unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v.holmes poetistlafemme&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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LOVE'/><author><name>poetistlafemme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16208392168158428610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13487469536267307760'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4519587689019788842.post-6970052968223942168</id><published>2006-12-09T12:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T19:58:16.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yada  yada blah blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/17566391@N00/317913196/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/137/317913196_bcd22ddb63_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/17566391@N00/317913196/"&gt;A_man_who_tells_only_lies_by_Kogatojr&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/17566391@N00/"&gt;kogatojr1&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;your empty apologies&lt;br /&gt;bounce of me,&lt;br /&gt;acoustically the sound&lt;br /&gt;of muffled tall tales and&lt;br /&gt;half truths,&lt;br /&gt;I am impervious to&lt;br /&gt;your spiel, your voice,&lt;br /&gt;you speak with a forked tongue,&lt;br /&gt;a dialect of deceit,&lt;br /&gt;you prey on me with lies,&lt;br /&gt;you are not  what  you seemed to be,&lt;br /&gt;your smiling and hiding intentions, but&lt;br /&gt;did i forget to mention ,&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer blinded by your charms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v.holmes poetistlafemme&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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blah'/><author><name>poetistlafemme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16208392168158428610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13487469536267307760'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4519587689019788842.post-245064570871765730</id><published>2006-12-08T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T19:37:24.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father and Child</title><content type='html'>What in life has prepared me,&lt;br /&gt;for this responsibility,&lt;br /&gt;holding your fragile life&lt;br /&gt;in my hands, I was not taught&lt;br /&gt;to be a man by the father&lt;br /&gt;that helped conceive me , but&lt;br /&gt;I will give you my all&lt;br /&gt;completely, scared to make&lt;br /&gt;his mistakes, I will not&lt;br /&gt;walk in his footsteps , &lt;br /&gt;love will guide me  &lt;br /&gt;and show me the way, &lt;br /&gt;I will not run ,&lt;br /&gt;my love for you makes&lt;br /&gt;me the better man,&lt;br /&gt;looking at your fragile&lt;br /&gt;face, no greater love&lt;br /&gt;will I ever know, as&lt;br /&gt;the bond between us grows,&lt;br /&gt;holding you in my hands&lt;br /&gt;now more of a man than my&lt;br /&gt;father would allow himself to be,&lt;br /&gt;I accept this duty,&lt;br /&gt;unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written by v.h poetistlamme&lt;br /&gt;inspired by jason and his daughter elisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4519587689019788842-245064570871765730?l=poetistlafemme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetistlafemme.blogspot.com/feeds/245064570871765730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Child'/><author><name>poetistlafemme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16208392168158428610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13487469536267307760'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4519587689019788842.post-2739105321542635870</id><published>2006-12-08T00:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T20:16:45.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiery Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/33763309@N00/246857075/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/79/246857075_ce3450c297_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/33763309@N00/246857075/"&gt;African art&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/33763309@N00/"&gt;Allyson Chisholm&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;you are many colors&lt;br /&gt;of the rainbow &lt;br /&gt;fiery,vivacious ,woman&lt;br /&gt;hues of rust ,magenta&lt;br /&gt;indigo beaming light&lt;br /&gt;upon the sight&lt;br /&gt;of  your radiance&lt;br /&gt;your inner glow&lt;br /&gt;would place&lt;br /&gt;a shadow on &lt;br /&gt;the sun &lt;br /&gt;and cast&lt;br /&gt;a kaleidoscopic&lt;br /&gt;haze on the moon&lt;br /&gt;Fiery ,vibrant,woman&lt;br /&gt;would shine&lt;br /&gt;in any room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v.holmes poetistlafemme&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v.holmes poetistlafemme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4519587689019788842-2739105321542635870?l=poetistlafemme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetistlafemme.blogspot.com/feeds/2739105321542635870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4519587689019788842&amp;postID=2739105321542635870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4519587689019788842/posts/default/2739105321542635870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4519587689019788842/posts/default/2739105321542635870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetistlafemme.blogspot.com/2006/12/african-art-inspired-firey-woman.html' title='Fiery Woman'/><author><name>poetistlafemme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16208392168158428610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13487469536267307760'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4519587689019788842.post-3687541069560922064</id><published>2006-12-07T23:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T23:28:46.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pgilliver/161818206/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/74/161818206_4833cabd31_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pgilliver/161818206/"&gt;pool&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/pgilliver/"&gt;pgilliver&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pools of amber essence,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep enough to swim, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught inside a view,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmerized within,&lt;br /&gt;When you look beyond,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windows pierce the soul,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you see?              &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     The truth that eyes behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poetistlafemme v.holmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lKD3SfutR1I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lKD3SfutR1I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4519587689019788842-3687541069560922064?l=poetistlafemme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetistlafemme.blogspot.com/feeds/3687541069560922064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4519587689019788842&amp;postID=3687541069560922064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4519587689019788842/posts/default/3687541069560922064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://static.flickr.com/99/297057677_8bf58fbd2b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shalecia/297057677/"&gt;AfricaN Art&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/shalecia/"&gt;shalecia&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;beautiful golden Queen&lt;br /&gt;you reign supreme&lt;br /&gt;maternal wisdom &lt;br /&gt;lies within the holder&lt;br /&gt;the cocreator of life&lt;br /&gt;the molder of my&lt;br /&gt;existence your &lt;br /&gt;fertile womb like&lt;br /&gt;earth seasoned &lt;br /&gt;my birth &lt;br /&gt;blessed be &lt;br /&gt;mother of creation&lt;br /&gt;vessel of god&lt;br /&gt;a gift to humanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my loving mother&lt;br /&gt;vera e. collick&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4519587689019788842-4783915330185157852?l=poetistlafemme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetistlafemme.blogspot.com/feeds/4783915330185157852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4519587689019788842&amp;postID=4783915330185157852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4519587689019788842/posts/default/4783915330185157852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4519587689019788842/posts/default/4783915330185157852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetistlafemme.blogspot.com/2006/12/african-art.html' title='Golden Queen'/><author><name>poetistlafemme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16208392168158428610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13487469536267307760'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4519587689019788842.post-8124347183010138320</id><published>2006-11-28T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T19:44:36.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sting</title><content type='html'>raised hands to strike,&lt;br /&gt;to show might to an innocent,&lt;br /&gt;so much power in hands,&lt;br /&gt;you would flinch at sight,&lt;br /&gt;or sound of displeasure,&lt;br /&gt;by any means or measure,&lt;br /&gt;to make your presence,&lt;br /&gt;known or felt cruelness ,&lt;br /&gt;of words or lash of belt,&lt;br /&gt;rearing children,what was&lt;br /&gt;rising was a propensity of&lt;br /&gt;violence,that would haunt he &lt;br /&gt;who has brought it to life,&lt;br /&gt;let sleeping dogs lie, but&lt;br /&gt;dogs don't sleep in our beds&lt;br /&gt;truths come to light, the dog&lt;br /&gt;often bites the hand of the one&lt;br /&gt;that has fed him, misled them&lt;br /&gt;to believe ,you beat them to obey,&lt;br /&gt;searching for                                                               unrequited love,and                                                                                                                                                                     approval ,abuse never goes away,                                                   the force from the hand has gone,&lt;br /&gt;pain and the scars linger on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v.holmes poetistlafemme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bPA-ReYHsms"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bPA-ReYHsms" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4519587689019788842-8124347183010138320?l=poetistlafemme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetistlafemme.blogspot.com/feeds/8124347183010138320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4519587689019788842&amp;postID=8124347183010138320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4519587689019788842/posts/default/8124347183010138320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4519587689019788842/posts/default/8124347183010138320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetistlafemme.blogspot.com/2006/11/sting.html' title='sting'/><author><name>poetistlafemme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16208392168158428610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13487469536267307760'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4519587689019788842.post-520444667569711407</id><published>2006-11-28T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T11:27:21.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>amber essence</title><content type='html'>Pools of amber essence,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep enough to swim, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught inside a view,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmerized within,&lt;br /&gt;When you look beyond,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windows pierce the soul,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you see?              &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     The truth that eyes behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poetistlafemme v.holmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lKD3SfutR1I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lKD3SfutR1I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4519587689019788842-520444667569711407?l=poetistlafemme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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I MUST REFRAIN FROM ALL THE NASTY, DIRTY THOUGHTS THAT LURK INSIDE ME, LIKE AN UNOPENED COCOON AWAITING BIRTH, A TRANSFORMATION OF SORTS TO THIS VIVID ,ALIVE AND UNINHIBITED CREATURE, YOU HAVE AWAKENED INSIDE OF ME ,SILENTLY SUBMISSIVELY YOU CALLED OUT TO ME ,WITH OUT SAYING A WORD, YOU HAVE SHAKEN ME LOOSE FROM THE HUM DRUM PREDICTABILITY OF MY FALSE SENSE OF NORMALCY. YOU,VE STIRRED ME DEEPLY IN THE HIDDEN DEPTHS OF MY SOUL, YOU HAVE TOUCHED ON ALL THAT IS TABOU, I FIND MYSELF DISGUSTED BY YOU BUT YET I'M INTRIGUED AND EXPOSED. MY SENSES HAVE BEEN HEIGHTEND , I FEEL YOU ALTHOUGH I'VE NEVER TOUCHED YOU ,I TASTE YOU ONLY IN THE WAY THAT I AM LONGING FOR WHAT IS NOT KNOWN . YOU CALL OUT TO ME, YOU COME FOR ME, BUT I WONT GO I AM AFRAID OF WHAT I MIGHT BECOME. v.holmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ptnVAzW5szY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ptnVAzW5szY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4519587689019788842-2535059083132910742?l=poetistlafemme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetistlafemme.blogspot.com/feeds/2535059083132910742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4519587689019788842&amp;postID=2535059083132910742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4519587689019788842/posts/default/2535059083132910742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4519587689019788842/posts/default/2535059083132910742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetistlafemme.blogspot.com/2006/11/temptation.html' title='temptation'/><author><name>poetistlafemme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16208392168158428610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13487469536267307760'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4519587689019788842.post-3962162493978559248</id><published>2006-11-21T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T20:07:38.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lovers journey</title><content type='html'>Baby your now in the circumference of my love zone, limitless mass, infinite boundaries, vast and wide as the skies, as thick as my thighs around you, nestled under my breast maternal are your thoughts, comfortable as you lay here within my love as natural as the day that you were born, skin to skin your in a realm where you can be free, with me as I melt into you, and you glisten as juices from a ripe vine flow, a taste tester's paradise ,slow , wine , erogenous zones heightened, sighs, moans as I look to a star lit sky to ask why does your love have this affect on me, I'm now in the valley of your love so deep, I have been to the mountain's peak, as i rest my head on your chest, I see god in every part of you covered from head to feet in the midst of clymatic lovemaking, feeling so good my heart is aching, because I couldnt fathom the thought of ever not wanting to feel  exactly how I feel right now, real, loved and fulfilled, baby how do you love me ? he replied let me count the ways, from your fingertips to your wide ass hips, crown of your head to the bottom of you feet, MY BIG BEAUTIFUL QUEEN , I love every inch of your body every roll, you are my heart and soul, as we basked in a lover's afterglow, now intertwined in the love we both share, I have a smile on my face because I'm blessed to be here with you, I  peek at you as you drift off to sleep, In the circumference of your love I am at peace.v.holmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sb1VbbtSZ7E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sb1VbbtSZ7E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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journey'/><author><name>poetistlafemme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16208392168158428610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13487469536267307760'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4519587689019788842.post-5798173435339254211</id><published>2006-11-21T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T20:02:37.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>REFLECTION</title><content type='html'>Reflections of a lost soul bounce off the mirrors in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;             Help wanted i'm trying to find what was lost so long ago,&lt;br /&gt;             What caused a warm heart to grow cold, Innocence that hung in&lt;br /&gt;             the balance of somewhere in between never never land and an &lt;br /&gt;             incessant bad dream,Trying hard to find comfort on a dark night,&lt;br /&gt;             When the coming of dawn illuminates troubles by daylight, In silence&lt;br /&gt;             I pray in thought on bended knee, Wavering of faith crashing inside&lt;br /&gt;             like a torrent sea, But my faith was not withstanding , I searched&lt;br /&gt;             for the proverbial mustard seed, Lost soul peering through a looking &lt;br /&gt;             glass at an image that is fading fast, In hopes of catching a true &lt;br /&gt;             glance at the person that i've become,  My head is hung in shame all the&lt;br /&gt;             while eyes closed hiding like a child, I won't allow myself to look for&lt;br /&gt;             I'm afraid of what i might see, In anger I hurl the mirror now, it's &lt;br /&gt;            shattered chards of glass all around,I see reflections of a lost &lt;br /&gt;             soul little pieces of me broken on the ground.   v.holmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;object width="425" 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rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4519587689019788842/posts/default/5798173435339254211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetistlafemme.blogspot.com/2006/11/reflection.html' title='REFLECTION'/><author><name>poetistlafemme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16208392168158428610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13487469536267307760'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4519587689019788842.post-1404601812735408177</id><published>2006-11-20T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T14:52:45.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something about you</title><content type='html'>semi-awake I look at your face lying there next to me looking heavenly&lt;br /&gt;      When I was sleeping I had most beautiful dream , I invisioned  living&lt;br /&gt;      my life with you,Both of us trying to make wishes and goals come true,&lt;br /&gt;     I felt warm inside like a child trying to hide his first crush, With warmed&lt;br /&gt;      cheeks embarassed by the thought , I blush i'm feeling little pretty &lt;br /&gt;       butterflies flying wild inside, Your the reason i soar high, While&lt;br /&gt;       your lying there not even aware of the wonderful things you do, There is&lt;br /&gt;       something about your quiet calm way that conveys peace to my mind, Not &lt;br /&gt;      stress or strife you bring sublimation and purpose to my life,Just laying&lt;br /&gt;      in our bed looking in your face takes me to an alternate world,Another place&lt;br /&gt;      caught in that moment for an eternity,The alarm clock starts to ring,The sound&lt;br /&gt;      brings me back to the present such a cursed thing,Rather than leave you there  in &lt;br /&gt;      bed i'll bring you with me in thoughts instead,I lean over and kiss you lightly&lt;br /&gt;      as not to wake you from your slumber deep, I showered and dressed and was ready &lt;br /&gt;      to depart, I bid you fairwell as I walk out of the door, I'm thinking to myself&lt;br /&gt;      now he's truly something to come home for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dg9p6F6uX70"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dg9p6F6uX70" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4519587689019788842-1404601812735408177?l=poetistlafemme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4519587689019788842.post-2113020200526424652</id><published>2006-11-20T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T13:25:30.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LAST DANCE</title><content type='html'>THE LAST DANCE&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9L5IHJqBlO8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9L5IHJqBlO8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 THE LAST DANCE&lt;br /&gt;                                      &lt;br /&gt;     I dance in a flicker of a flame as candles burn ,I longed for your return to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     countless times I called out your name to heavens for the stars to return you ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I was baptized in a pool of tears as they left dry traces of their remains &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    tears left stains on my face as I wept a well of water that would outpour any sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     known to man, I sang a song of sweet misery of a love that has not returned to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     me,my sad melody. I am a lady in waiting , wanting and longing,for my beloved,&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;     yet I dance in the flicker of flames burnt by love. I'll die this night by the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     candles light,I find no warmth in the candles glow, I pray for a wind to snuff &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     out the flame, The smell of smoke and my soul would remain. v.holmes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4519587689019788842-2113020200526424652?l=poetistlafemme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetistlafemme.blogspot.com/feeds/2113020200526424652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4519587689019788842&amp;postID=2113020200526424652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4519587689019788842/posts/default/2113020200526424652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4519587689019788842/posts/default/2113020200526424652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetistlafemme.blogspot.com/2006/11/last-dance-i-dance-in-flicker-of-flame.html' title='THE LAST DANCE'/><author><name>poetistlafemme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16208392168158428610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13487469536267307760'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4519587689019788842.post-1609038915931792924</id><published>2006-11-14T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T08:33:50.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AFRAID TO SAY!</title><content type='html'>AFRAID TO SAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPOKEN WORD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME HERE BOO ,    CAN I WHISPER SOMETHING SOFTLY TO YOU?          AS LOUD AS MY HEART IS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEATING IT'S GETTING FASTER AND FASTER.       I WANTED TO ASK YOU?       JUST WHEN DID I BECOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR SLAVE AND YOU MY MASTER.      I WOULD JUMP TALL BUILDINGS IF YOU ASKED ME TOO, JUST TO BASK IN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HEAVENLY AFTER GLOW OF YOUR VIEW,   SILENTLY I SIT WHEN I'M NOT WITH YOU IN HOPE'S TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAIN SOME KIND OF CLUE,    AS TO HOW YOU DO WHAT YOU DO.     COULD BE SOME TRICKERY OF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORTS,                   A MAGICAL CONCOCTION,          OR A FORM OF VOODOO, FOR IT IS I NOW YOUR LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLAVE,        IF YOU WERE A BOOK I WOULD LONG TO BE JUST ONE PAGE, FROM THE BOOK'S BEGINNING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TILL IT'S END,         MY ONE PAGE WOULD BEGIN ARE EPIC TALE OF HAPPILY EVER AFTER FROM START TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIN,          LET EVERY CHAPTER READ OF MY LOYAL DEVOTION FOR YOU,          MY LOVE OUTSTRETCHES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DEEPEST OCEANS,            I'M IN NEED OF YOUR LOVE'S POTION,       AS I BEGIN  THEN TO TAKE IT ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN, AS MY HEAD SPINS ALMOST EXPECTEDLY I'M FILLED WITH CONTEMPLATIONS, BUT WHY? DID MY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNEE'S KNOCK AS MY TONGUE TWISTED,MY MOUTH BECAME DRY, SO I LAID MY HEAD BACK WITH MY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOUTH OPEN WIDE, BECAUSE FOR YOU I THIRST,IN THE MIRRORS OF MY MIND,I TRY HERE TO REHEARSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY SCRIPT EVERY VERSE,EVERY LINE ,BUT THEN YOU'LL APPEAR AND I'LL KNOW IT'S TIME.BUT FIRST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET ME WHISPER SOMETHING SOFTLY IN YOUR EAR,NOW SHEDDING INHIBITIONS AND FEARS. IT WAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MOST NATURAL THING FOR ME TO DO, JUST THEN THROWING CAUTION TO THE WIND, AND TO SIMPLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAY I LOVE YOU.v .holmes                                                                        &lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m1kV1Ap_hno"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m1kV1Ap_hno" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4519587689019788842-1609038915931792924?l=poetistlafemme.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetistlafemme.blogspot.com/feeds/1609038915931792924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4519587689019788842&amp;postID=1609038915931792924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4519587689019788842/posts/default/1609038915931792924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4519587689019788842/posts/default/1609038915931792924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetistlafemme.blogspot.com/2006/11/afraid-to-say.html' title='AFRAID TO SAY!'/><author><name>poetistlafemme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16208392168158428610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13487469536267307760'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>