Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Adult Pic Content/Poem (humor)/ Man n His Trout











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He comes in the door promptly

Plopping into his lounge chair

We need to go on a trip he says

As he ruffles his hair



Oh, that sounds wonderful

Escapes from my lips,

As I do a little dance

Shaking my hips



How about Egypt ,

To see the desert and the Sphinx

Even join a desert caravan

How exciting I think




Or, how about Africa

Wouldn’t a safari be great

Oh, think of all the animals we’d see

And pictures I could take



I know Australia

To visit with the native aboriginals

Their so in tune

We could stay with them for a time

Learn how to stop the world ruin




Well which do you think, Honey

When do I book us to go

I have shopping, and packing

To get done you know




He says, “that all sounds wonderful”

Someday those places we could go

I was thinking more on the line

Of a fishing trip, Honey

Trout are jumping you know

Thursday, February 7, 2008

Poem/ Rain Of Steel Tears




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Darkness falls with pelting rains
Illuminated droplets reflecting pain
Steel like secret words of hidden fears
Striking, mocking, icy tears

Drifting by swift swirling winds
Held by forces out and within
Constricted by darkness, held in light

You’re the only one that can make it right

This is all I have without you here
Silence with mocking, icy tears
Falling darkness, pelting rain
Droplets of silver reflecting pain

The silver droplets reflect the pain
Darkness falls like steel rain

All the secret whispered hidden fears

Are the a head cold and lonely years

Saturday, February 2, 2008

Poem/ WORDS UNSAID

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I’d like to send you a moonbeam
Or a colored rainbow bright
Then again, maybe just fluffy clouds
Soft and warm to lay upon
Through out your darkest night

I’d like to take all the darkness
Out of every storm
Send you a beaming ray of sun
Just to wrap you in to keep you warm

These are thoughts I think to do
All just wishes I can not make come true
Sweetheart I’ll simply hope in time
You’ll understand all that is left unsaid

POEM/ THAT OLD PLACE

That Old Place
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It was never much to look at
Battered walls and creaking floors
Worn out carpet, no inside plumbing
Problems by the scores

No money or time to fix the repairs
A shelter from the cold and sun
That old place was always full of love
When in it, always a place of fun

I remember the long wooden table
Gramp made it with his own hands
He made your rocking chair and tons of toys
We could wind up with rubber bands

The old place was never much to look at
But, you made it a wonderful retreat
That table covered with your simple cooking
The cakes, apple pies baked fresh from the tree

I remember the Irish songs and stories
Oh Danny Boy and Wild Irish Rose
But, Bell Bottom Trousers Coat of Navy Blue
You’d sing and chase away any blues

Though it belongs to others now
And the house and grounds look new
That old place had you and Gramps
When I drive by, I still see Gramps and You

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

A Cherokee Legend ( Native Indian Lesson)



A Cherokee Legend
Women in the Cherokee society were equal to men. They could earn the title of War Women and sit in councils as equals. This privilege led an Irishman named Adair who traded with the Cherokee from 1736-1743 to accuse the Cherokee of having a "petticoat government". Clan kinship followed the mother's side of the family. The children grew up in the mother's house, and it was the duty of an uncle on the mother's side to teach the boys how to hunt, fish, and perform certain tribal duties. The women owned the houses and their furnishings. Marriages were carefully negotiated, but if a woman decided to divorce her spouse, she simply placed his belongings outside the house. Cherokee women also worked hard. They cared for the children, cooked, tended the house, tanned skins, wove baskets, and cultivated the fields. Men helped with some household chores like sewing, but they spent most of their time hunting.
Nancy Ward, or Nan'yehi(nan yay hee), is the most famous Cherokee Beloved Woman. The role of Beloved Woman,Ghigau(Ghee gah oo), was the highest a Cherokee woman could aspire to. A Ghigau had a voice and vote in General Council, leadership of the Woman's Council, the honor of preparing and serving the ceremonial Black Drink, the duty of ambassador of peace-negotiator, and the right to save the life of a prisoner already condemned to execution. One such prisoner was a settler named Mrs. Bean, who was captured in an attack on illegal white settlements on the Watauga(wah tah oo gah) River. Mrs. Bean taught Nan'yehi such skills as spinning, weaving, and the raising of animals, which Nan'yehi in turn taught the rest of the Cherokee. This provided the Cherokee with some food during the winter months, but gave them more work.
The title Ghigau also translates to 'War Woman," and Nan'yehi earned the title by taking up her husband's gun when he was slain in a battle against the Creeks and leading her people to victory. Another War Woman, Cuhtahlatah, won honor during the American Revolutionary period by leading Cherokee warriors to victory after her husband fell. She later joined in a vigorous war dance carrying her tomahawk and gun.
It was important to the Cherokee that their losses be compensated with the same number of prisoners, scalps, or lives. Woman led in the execution of prisoners. It was their right and responsibility as mothers. They celebrated the capture of prisoners with song and dance and joined in torture at the stake. Women had the right to claim prisoners as slaves, adopt them as kin, or condemn them to death "with the wave of a swan's wing."
In the Cherokee society your Clan was your family. Children belonged to the entire Clan, and when orphaned were simply taken into a different household. Marriage within the clan was strictly forbidden, or pain of death. Marriages were often short term, and there was no punishment for divorce or adultery. Cherokee women were free to marry traders, surveyors, and soldiers, as well as their own tribesmen.
Cherokee girls learned by example how to be warriors and healers. They learned to weave baskets, tell stories, trade, and dance. They became mothers and wives, and learned their heritage. The Cherokee learned to adapt, and the women were the core of the Cherokee.
"Cherokee Legend"
BY Anonamus
Posted by CreativeVibes

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Warrior's Spirit




Warrior’s Spirit
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Warriors today fight many wars here at home and on distant shores
They are still determined, brave as in the past and honor bound
Still they protect and guard the weak just as Warriors of the past
Using their principals, honor, and dignity to keep them strong to stand their ground

Our Warriors today may not wear buckskins or paint up their face it’s true,They do not carry bows and arrows, or ride a horse to battle with lance in hand
And today they may wear jeans, t-shirt, skirt, or suit and tie,Many wear an Armed Forces uniform in which to bravely make their stand

Warriors battle everyday with knowledge from the past and with present new ways
Fighting global warming and environmental foggy haze
While still fighting indifference and apathy daily they will battle on
Using their minds and many new weapons invented in our time and days

Though today they have the same burdens as our Warriors of pastAnd many new wrongs to right, they will fight fiercely and not give in
For now they come from many Tribes and Clans to fight to make things right
Together, day by day, month by month, year by year they fight to win

Warriors never forget ancestors are always close to guide
They know to listen with all their senses, to see not with just their eyes
To look for answers within and all around and seek council when they need
To do all they can for the people and Mother Earths land with truth and not lies

Thursday, December 6, 2007













The Art of Blooming A Rose Pink
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The object is a ROSE. Not just any ROSE! The most beautiful, special budding
ROSE! I will fill the canvas from side to side, to view from all directions. It to beseen, not to hide. Every angle, every curve, not all perfect, some curled, some straight, some just turned under just so, the light to reflect the beauty, the colors from the darkest, to
the faintest of the lightest, to be the most perfect color.

The color that I choose for this most special rose is PINK. From the darkest to
the lightest the color will flow, to shimmer, to electrify, to project the most beautiful angelic glow. The stem from upon which the bud is held, will be that of a vineing intertwining, stem, interlacing leaves of Celtic green, many thorns along it, sharply pointed to help protect this bud from bites, toxic waste of spittle which would deteriorate the buds petals.
Sunshine rays of warmest sun, shining down surrounding, soft rains falling, penetrating the ground around; is what this blooming bud needs. For the bud to suck up through its stem and roots all the nourishment it will need.
The breeze, on which fairy’s voices softly singing encouragements of loves sweet songs to fill this buds stem and each precious petal with a different nourishment to capture.
To make the most brilliant ROSE PINK, of the brightest, warmest, most electrifying PINKS to ever be experienced. This is for what I strive to portray upon this blank canvas that is mine to fulfill, a vision from within my minds eye.