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[biggbear8]

Welcome back...if even for a moment!


Congratulations... BB... you hit 13,000 posts!!!!

Thank you Red and I would like to say your have some very beautiful poems hon great writing

{{{{{{{{{{{{{{ RHF }}}}}}}}}}}}}

 

[biggbear8]

Congrats Biggbear on #13,000 post

THANK YOU LUST and welcome back, good luck on the job hunting

handshakes Lust

 

[biggbear8]

The ”Wild” Inner Spirit Calls

Silently walking thru the misty moonlit forest,
I approach ever so meticulously
Concealed within the dense underbrush,
Two riveting golden eyes, reflected by the moons luminous beams,
Observing the forest
Lingering ever so quietly,
Keeping a safe distance,
Close but far enough away to escape...
I wonder if she’ll entice me
then either accept me or attack me
I exist within my fears,
Exhibited by viciousness
Indecisiveness
and solitude...
Until an emotionless hardness surrounds me, I’m frozen in time...
Feeling the whispering chill of the wind
I look up seeing nothing,
While she watches from the dark haunting shadows...

At some point in your life have you felt a strange change within your soul ?
You may of heard your inner soul, your spirit, I have...
Some Indian folklore calls it the "Wild”
I’m told my inner spirit is “The Big-Bear” The Grizzly Bear !

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Thank you Red and I would like to say your have some very beautiful poems hon great writing

{{{{{{{{{{{{{{ RHF }}}}}}}}}}}}}

Your Welcome.. and Thank you ...

 

[babydoll2u]

The ”Wild” Inner Spirit Calls

Silently walking thru the misty moonlit forest,
I approach ever so meticulously
Concealed within the dense underbrush,
Two riveting golden eyes, reflected by the moons luminous beams,
Observing the forest
Lingering ever so quietly,
Keeping a safe distance,
Close but far enough away to escape...
I wonder if she’ll entice me
then either accept me or attack me
I exist within my fears,
Exhibited by viciousness
Indecisiveness
and solitude...
Until an emotionless hardness surrounds me, I’m frozen in time...
Feeling the whispering chill of the wind
I look up seeing nothing,
While she watches from the dark haunting shadows...

At some point in your life have you felt a strange change within your soul ?
You may of heard your inner soul, your spirit, I have...
Some Indian folklore calls it the "Wild”
I’m told my inner spirit is “The Big-Bear” The Grizzly Bear !

omg (((bear))) this writing is awesome!
realistic, descriptive, even haunting... this is amazing... wheweee...

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Wedding Day...

She stands there looking through the glass
her heart is shaking beating fast
is this right, is he the one?
The moment upon her can't be undone.

Her father comes and takes her hand
and leads her to the waiting strand
of woven beads of pure delight,
a face that makes her soul take flight.

Daddy gives her over, into the gentle place,
a look of love and sorrow go across his face.
She is no longer his or theirs,
but to another her heart will care.

They raised her from the day of life
and now she goes to be a wife.
They watch the vows spoken strong
each one reflecting on their own song.

Now the kiss that seals her fate
the one that mom and daddy sort of hate.
But in the end, they know the girl
will grace his life and be his world.

 

[MrFantasyMan]

There is no line finer,than the line of a woman's back.
There is no curve more dangerous,
than the silhouette of a woman in silk and lace.
There is no stop more sudden, than a woman saying NO!
There is no light brighter, than love in a woman's eyes.
There is no better destination, than home, hearth, and her arms.

MFM

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Moments just before...

He watches her as she approaches
lace and satin he longs to touch.

His heart it flames like fiery torches
breath releases in a rush.

Her body within his fingers reaches
she moves with timidness.

Her eyes lock upon the spaces
that melt away the great abyss.

He touches silk he touches lace
fingers capture ties and buttons.

He caresses her porcelian face
nerves once strong now barely function.

Her skin sets on flames of fire
as fingers touch her gown.

Her body trembles with desire
as the lace and satin fall down.

He gazes longingly at her
his mind not comprehending.

He hears a groan within him stir
knowing their love is neverending.

Her fingers interwine with his
and others reach out for his chin.

Her soft lips press and all of this
is just what was, to have been.

 

[MrFantasyMan]

Beauty’s not just on the outside
Although you’re beautiful to me.
No, it’s not just on the surface
It’s not just what we see;
It’s thoughts, and words, and actions;
It’s kindness, caring, love;
It’s who you are and what you are
When seen from up above
The view that others usually take
And that is from straight on—
They just care about the outside—
They don’t want to see beyond;
But I can see you’re lonely;
I can see you cry...
You don’t think you’re good enough—
That is nothing but a lie!
You’re worth the world to God;
You’re more than that to me;
You’re good enough for anyone
Except those who cannot see
The beauty that’s inside
We don’t let others see
Unless they really want to look
For an eternity.

MFM

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Beauty’s not just on the outside
Although you’re beautiful to me.
No, it’s not just on the surface
It’s not just what we see;
It’s thoughts, and words, and actions;
It’s kindness, caring, love;
It’s who you are and what you are
When seen from up above
The view that others usually take
And that is from straight on—
They just care about the outside—
They don’t want to see beyond;
But I can see you’re lonely;
I can see you cry...
You don’t think you’re good enough—
That is nothing but a lie!
You’re worth the world to God;
You’re more than that to me;
You’re good enough for anyone
Except those who cannot see
The beauty that’s inside
We don’t let others see
Unless they really want to look
For an eternity.

MFM

MFM~lovely

 

[MrFantasyMan]

He watches her as she approaches
lace and satin he longs to touch.

His heart it flames like fiery torches
breath releases in a rush.

Her body within his fingers reaches
she moves with timidness.

Her eyes lock upon the spaces
that melt away the great abyss.

He touches silk he touches lace
fingers capture ties and buttons.

He caresses her porcelian face
nerves once strong now barely function.

Her skin sets on flames of fire
as fingers touch her gown.

Her body trembles with desire
as the lace and satin fall down.

He gazes longingly at her
his mind not comprehending.

He hears a groan within him stir
knowing their love is neverending.

Her fingers interwine with his
and others reach out for his chin.

Her soft lips press and all of this
is just what was, to have been.

{{{RHF}}}... ...very nice and elegant...both this one and "Wedding Day" paint a picture of a day that will linger and grow sweeter with time...

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Conception....

Sounds of lovers fill the room
and gracefully they come together.
He knows his heart has been consumed
for always and forever.

Kisses and caresses each one gives
as together they learn to love.
Safely in their arms they'll live
as he looks upon her from above.

Pain is fleeting as he takes
her forever his life mate.
Soon the feelings of passion make
each one now believe in fate.

Newly wedded bliss they feel
and they love with each touch.
On this night something will reveal
and a new life will mean so much.

Two lovers interwined in passion,
beads of sweat slide with them.
Within her body a child fashions,
becoming their transparent gem.

 

[MrFantasyMan]

The ”Wild” Inner Spirit Calls

Silently walking thru the misty moonlit forest,
I approach ever so meticulously
Concealed within the dense underbrush,
Two riveting golden eyes, reflected by the moons luminous beams,
Observing the forest
Lingering ever so quietly,
Keeping a safe distance,
Close but far enough away to escape...
I wonder if she’ll entice me
then either accept me or attack me
I exist within my fears,
Exhibited by viciousness
Indecisiveness
and solitude...
Until an emotionless hardness surrounds me, I’m frozen in time...
Feeling the whispering chill of the wind
I look up seeing nothing,
While she watches from the dark haunting shadows...

At some point in your life have you felt a strange change within your soul ?
You may of heard your inner soul, your spirit, I have...
Some Indian folklore calls it the "Wild”
I’m told my inner spirit is “The Big-Bear” The Grizzly Bear !

Bear...what can I say my friend...your inner spirit shows great strength, warmth and character...a soul that is wise beyond it's years...I attended a "Pow-Wow" a few years ago and was told by the chief of an Iroquoi tribe that my spirit was a red-tailed hawk...and should your Big-Bear meet my hawk I think they would be friends...for they see that which is simple and real...and it's beauty divine.

 

[biggbear8]

omg (((bear))) this writing is awesome!
realistic, descriptive, even haunting... this is amazing... wheweee...

thank you Babydoll I hope that you have a great day
hugs kisses
{{{{{{{{{{{{{{ BABYDOLL }}}}}}}}}}}}}}

 

[biggbear8]

Bear...what can I say my friend...your inner spirit shows great strength, warmth and character...a soul that is wise beyond it's years...I attended a "Pow-Wow" a few years ago and was told by the chief of an Iroquoi tribe that my spirit was a red-tailed hawk...and should your Big-Bear meet my hawk I think they would be friends...for they see that which is simple and real...and it's beauty divine.

My friend MFM our spirits already know each other and are friends for when you meet a new friend their spirits meet Thank you for your wonderful and kind comment and praise our spirits and souls are ahead of our time because we see deep into the heart and soul of others through the eyes of our spirit guides.

handshakes my friend

 

[MrFantasyMan]

Each truth is just a scrim across the darkness
we cannot see what we would most like to know
we drive among sheer cliffs in pale moonlight
unsure of where we are and where to go.

When we allow our heads to make our choices
we lose because of what we cannot see
when we give way and let desire take us
we lose because we want what we cannot be.

We inch along the dream-lit rocky ridges
knowing always, always we must lose
the end of all darkness everlasting
and so it matters less which road we choose.

What matters is the sheer being
the gifts we have and those we will become
the ecstacy of loving so completely
that we oursleves are more than minds can plumb.

Love well and know that love must end in pain
be a fool and pay the unmarked price
be generous of self and passion gain
one who never loses, loses twice.


MFM

 

[MrFantasyMan]

If beauty is like rain…
You are a sweet deluge that drenches my heart and cleanses my soul…

If beauty is like fire…
Your dulcet flames ignite my dormant passions and arouse
my most furtive desires…

If beauty is like the wind…
You are a gentle zephyr that incites my consciousness
and entices me to reveal my true essence…

If beauty is like the heavens…
You are the infinite stars amongst which my spirit soars
when captivated by your illuminating smile…

If beauty is like the earth…
You are the fertile soil that nurtures my inspiration
to be worthy of my beautiful muse…


MFM

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Life.....

Trials and sorrows they did face
one after another.
Each one came and each one could trace
blaming one but not the other.

Children came and children grew
life began to set in gloom
Each one needed something new
but neither wanted to give room.

Soon they looked with fear and quaked
what would their future lives become
If one of them just forsaked
and left the other one undone.

Talking out the trials and sorrow
soon led to words of hate.
She left him, and his heart did borrow
the love of spirits were now his fate.

Time did pass and he learned the truth
and found himself within walls of doom.
Reaching for the dreams of youth
he calls her and hears her gloom.

"I'm sorry," is his whispered words,
"Me too," she says right back.
Now in his arms his gentle bird's
wings infold him, keeping him intact.

"Love me darling," she tells him once
"Always, my heart," he sighs.
With kisses of abundance
they merge once more on high.

No troubles will forsake them
this their promised be.
Though life still had some throny stem
they were met on a field so both could see.

Hand in hand they continued
learning, laughing, touching.
He and She no longer venued
towards a life of weakened clutching.

For they had learned what so few do
that no one is perfected,
and even sometimes there are fueds,
but love can not be the thing rejected.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Together Forever....

She hold his hand, so weak and frail
within her tiny fingers.
Brushing back the strands of grey
that often now still linger.

He smiles up at her with love filled eyes
and blows her gentle kisses.
A tear falls from her as she sighes
and her heart it all ready misses.

The time has come for them to part
for years they had each other.
With tears that fall from his heart
he now searches for his mother.

He sees her and he follows
the path before him leads.
His hand leaves hers and she swallows
as now her heart it bleeds.

She lies down right beside him
holds his face and tries
to guide herself within them
her sorrows and her cries.

They are heard from up above
and the answer that it makes
Is only spoken to her
as she goes to meet her mate.
______________________________

I have no idea what drove me to write..
Wedding Day
The Moment Just Before
Conception
Life
and this one...
Together Forever

I sit here and can only wonder why, and not ask it, but accept it. RH&F

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

The Wind and The Eagle
.
The Wind gently caresses her soft face,
And dances on the rivers and streams with elegance,
As an Eagle soars overhead,
Unseen, the wind molds the land,
Like a sculptor creating his masterpiece.
.
Track the gentle hills until it joins others mounds,
That gather to become a mountain as time passes,
Then it reaches to the sky, to play with the clouds,
Then surges back to the ground silently.
.
Between the mountains a lush green valley,
Stretching out the foothills like arms to embrace the rain,
As the Wind creates a painting and composes a song
In the tall grass, through the vibrant flowers and into endless sky.
.
Upon the gusting Wind floats an eagle,
Through the tall grass crawls a chipmunk,
Other small creatures scurry through the forest,
A rainbow trout swims in the stream,
Where you once stood.

The peaceful solitude that surrounds you,
Seeps into your heart, soul and spirit
The beauty of the nature embraces you,
As the Wind gently brushes away a tear,
And the eagle soars over the forest.

Once again, the elusive Maiden (the Wind) meets her ever faithful lover, the strong Warrior (the Eagle) and together they dance and soar over the land that was granted/gifted to them by the Great Spirit. They dance along the ribbon of silver, the reflection of the Moon, as it cuts a path along the river... rippled slightly by the passing of the Maiden across its surface.

By the side of the river is a field of flowers and the Maiden spies a lonely figure sitting by the waters edge. She picks up the hem of her buckskin skirt and as she speeds to the figure, to wipe away the tear, her skirt bows the flowers... she dries the tear even before it falls... as her Warrior soars over the nearby forest... ever present, ever near.

Very touching. I love the series.

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

Victoria... I hope you come back soon, I have enjoyed reading what you write and I know we look forward to reading more.. and I hope you know you have made me feel sooooo very welcomed here....

Thank you RHF. I have heard from many, including Lusty, since the other night... and, for now, I will be staying. I have thoroughly enjoyed your works... and the few silly ditty's that you post, are evidence that you have a wonderful sense of humour... and... a quick wit!

It pleases me, NO end, that I have indeed made you feel soooooo very welcomed... that was my intent. You are a very welcome asset to the Corner... as are all our poets whose works continually grace our walls.

*Places the flowers into a vase and then puts it atop her desk*

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

Forest of the Spirit Owl

As the cover of night descend across the pale blue sky,
And the sun sinks down beyond the mountain top,
Born in the thickness of the spruce trees,
The spirits and mist dance in the grove,
All is quiet in these mysterious times,
As one universe rests and another awakens,
As the last beams of the light disappear from sight.
.
The guardians of the night spring to life,
The majestic white owl glides on elegant wings,
Through the woods as the wind carries her;
She peers with nocturnal eyes that see everything,
And catches the sight of him as he walks alone.
He has the complexion of a moonless night
With eyes as white as the stars.
His outward appearance is strong and brave,
But within his soul he’s agonizingly alone.
He slips through the forest slowly, silently.
.
As he smells the air looking for a companion.
Thou a scent of another is detected,
No one can be found.
He takes path that leads him higher,
Above the forest where his song of heartaches
Can be heard by all forest creatures.
He gazes at the treetops that safeguards his home.

Then lifts his head towards the sky
With stars and moon reflecting in his eyes,
He cries out in desperation for the forest to hear.
And then listens for an answer to his cries,
For the one love, he’ll spend his life with.
.
Will she hear his love song?
On this dark lonely night,
The forest is eerily silent,
For the white she owl hears him!
But cannot respond.

Eerie and haunting. One can almost hear the Owl's cries, borne on the silent wind... into and through the forest.

A most beautiful writing... You have a way of weaving your tales that gives me gooseflesh... for I can hear the call as it carries on the wind... as the Moon and the Stars listen for the answering call... that never comes.

 

[MrFantasyMan]

Welcome HOME sweet Victoria... ...your prescence here is something WE all would sorely miss...you are sunshine on an otherwise cloudy day...and very much a part of what WE write...

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

Welcome HOME sweet Victoria... ...your prescence here is something WE all would sorely miss...you are sunshine on an otherwise cloudy day...and very much a part of what WE write...

*Curtsies, and holds the eye contact* I thank you, my dear MFM. You do indeed flatter me when you say that I am sunshine on an otherwise cloudy day. I am deeply touched and honoured that you, and/or the others, think of me as very much a part of what you all write.

{{{{{{{{MFM}}}}}}}}

 

[biggbear8]

Eerie and haunting. One can almost hear the Owl's cries, borne on the silent wind... into and through the forest.

A most beautiful writing... You have a way of weaving your tales that gives me gooseflesh... for I can hear the call as it carries on the wind... as the Moon and the Stars listen for the answering call... that never comes.

Thank you so much Victoria and It's wonderful to see you again you are the star light on a dark moonless night, your smile radiates the warm and kindness of yoru soul. I bow slightly and kiss your hand then hand you a white rose with a touch of pink with in the bud.

hugs kisses
{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{ VICTORIA }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
woooo woooooo wooooooo