'Ricky's Chinese Dream'
copyright 2010 by Rick Reiley
I had a dream the Chinese
Owned Disneyland
Fired all the workers and ran it themsleves
From Bugs Bunny and…
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Added by Rick Reiley on September 24, 2010 at 12:42am —
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Added by Sherry Somach on September 23, 2010 at 11:30pm —
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I need more dream time.
My pillow misses my head.
Is it bedtime yet?
Added by Jami Ward on September 21, 2010 at 11:57pm —
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This lyric is a gentle reminder to me that it's ok to be human.
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"Sometimes, even music cannot substitute for tears" - Paul Simon,
The Cool, Cool River, Rhythm of the Saints.
The power of music is strong. It's a fact. It's not always clear how or why these sounds affect us so much, but they do. People associate times and…
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Added by Helen on September 21, 2010 at 9:00am —
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White noise from gray road
Blocks out many distractions.
I can hear myself..
Added by Jami Ward on September 19, 2010 at 11:30pm —
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Yes, I am married to a very strange man. We have not lived together for 2 years. He chooses to live a very different lifestyle. My beloved is truly a gypsy. Even today he is living in a home where he has bought time. In approximately 2 weeks he will be on the street again with 5 dogs and 4 cats. Currently he is living there with no electricity or water. Althought he tells me I'm the one living wrong and working for the MAN! at least I am now living in comfort unlike himself. I love this man and…
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Added by Vickie on September 19, 2010 at 1:08am —
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Does the air look green?
Suddenly my eyes water.
Oh. Em. Gee - Dog fart!
Added by Jami Ward on September 18, 2010 at 11:00pm —
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Small in stature he is a charming ball of energy with the biggest brown eyes you have ever seen.
The eyelashes on those brown eyes are amazingly long. If it were not for such charm and pure talent he probably would not be where he is today. I am sure he is very thankful that he is.
Added by Ericka Gray on September 18, 2010 at 2:45pm —
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Just things in a box;
Stuff forgotten until now.
Reclaimed memories.
Added by Jami Ward on September 16, 2010 at 11:30pm —
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Sleep is...
all mine. It's when I stop. Breathe.
Say no to the bad and yes to the good.
What I say goes.
Sleep is when I feel the comfort of the duvet on my bare skin
as the comfort of the universe
scooping me into a maternal hug.
It's when the slowed rhythm of my slumber
synchronizes with the innate purr of my furry friends.
It's when I lay open with my love and he with me,
aligning our forces to face the coming day.
Sleep is…
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Added by Helen on August 4, 2010 at 11:01am —
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As I lay in the darkness of another man’s bed, thoughts of you invade every fiber of my being. I try to push you away but don’t have the strength. I attempt to pull you closer but you escape my desperate pulls.
Seeing you was both thrilling and excruciating. Betrayal and love catches in my
throat and refuses to abscond. The dark, skeletal hands of memories grab
endlessly at me as our soundtrack of passion and bitter disappointment…
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Added by Steen Krause on June 8, 2010 at 1:57am —
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No one really fits.
People have curves, boxes don't.
Don't force me in one.
Added by Jami Ward on September 15, 2010 at 11:13pm —
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My brain is tired.
It has decided to quit.
No haiku tonight.
Added by Jami Ward on September 14, 2010 at 7:59pm —
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My beauty is green.
Beauty is rarely painless.
Ivy up my spine.
Added by Jami Ward on September 13, 2010 at 7:30pm —
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My cheeks are burning -
Sunscreen, hat and long clothing
My face is still red.
Added by Jami Ward on September 12, 2010 at 7:30pm —
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I'm going to cheat a bit on this one and add a blog I wrote a year ago on the anniversary. For one, I hate that the media will drag us all through those dark hours over and over and over as if the grief of the aftermath of that day weren't enough or none of us can remember and need to see it all again in order to recall it. I so wish they'd find more positive ways to honor those who died and those who must live on. And too, I think the question is a bit odd. How could we NOT all be changed…
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Added by Sheree on September 11, 2010 at 2:30pm —
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Quite literally, it has always seemed to rain animals at our house. Little ones, mostly. Of all types. Squirrels, various birds, snakes, lizards, rabbits. And the occasional cat or dog. Not that they fall out of the sky. But they might as well. They fall into our laps.
Usually it's been one of the kids finding some critter that fell out of a nest. Or that they somehow came home from school with. Like the crawfish. And the bullfrog. And, of course, Treasure the Chicken. Who lasted a few…
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Added by David Vidal on September 10, 2010 at 1:51am —
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I did it again!
I've become the first repeat
Haiku Buckaroo!
(I have won the coveted Haiku Buckaroo Award from My Mommy's Place in the 7th Haiku Buckaroo contest. And in the interest of full disclosure, I won the 1st ever Haiku Buckaroo contest, too, and have not entered since… Continue
Added by Jami Ward on September 6, 2010 at 11:30pm —
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I wish I could sing
And make music with my voice.
I can make people laugh.
Added by Jami Ward on September 8, 2010 at 10:37pm —
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More rain and more rain.
Maybe it will continue
For forty more days.
Added by Jami Ward on September 7, 2010 at 11:56pm —
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