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			<title>TFL</title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 21:03:30 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>The moment I saw him 
with big blue eyes and 
perfectly blonde hair 
I knew he was something special 
 
There was this connection 
a bond, him and I...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>The moment I saw him<br />
with big blue eyes and<br />
perfectly blonde hair<br />
I knew he was something special<br />
<br />
There was this connection<br />
a bond, him and I<br />
with no one I've had before<br />
<br />
He fills me with warmth<br />
that Florida sunshine<br />
an ocean breeze<br />
a beautiful day<br />
<br />
A smile replaces the frown<br />
on my face<br />
just hearing his words<br />
linger softly in my ear<br />
<br />
Across the universe<br />
his soul lies from mine<br />
As I sit<br />
waiting here<br />
for my knight in shining armour<br />
to return for me again.</div>

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			<title>The Breakable~Un</title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 09:52:26 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Exhausted! The last metal statue of the four elements  
completed: Soliloquy had to have this sculpture finished  
before The Celebration of the...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Exhausted! The last metal statue of the four elements <br />
completed: Soliloquy had to have this sculpture finished <br />
before The Celebration of the Elements. Truly a genuine <br />
masterpiece: four gender neutral humans in sandals <br />
seated legs dangling with ease, holding a representation<br />
of the elements in their hands:<br />
<br />
Air held a humming bird with pride,<br />
in a bronze cage a bracelet on its wrist.<br />
<br />
Water carried a Beluga whale with solace,<br />
in a clear textured murano glass bowl.<br />
<br />
Fire sustained by a burning heart with mania,<br />
on a slab of freshly harvested turquoise.<br />
<br />
Earth harboured a clay pot with indecision,<br />
dirt collected near the Tree of Knowledge.<br />
<br />
This massive structure had to be taken to the town square. <br />
Soliloquy swore that she would sleep for daysas this was her <br />
last commission before the Winter Solstice.The witching hour <br />
found her attentive and un-slumbered, Soliloquy did the only<br />
thing that could be done: she put on her slippers and made <br />
her way back to the atelier and thought of many themes for<br />
unique anomalies.<br />
<br />
Instantly, an idea formed in the core of her mind. She wanted <br />
to produce an opus that would resonate the yin-yang impression <br />
on the physical body and ethereal mind. The first matter to <br />
contend with was the brain, requiring something heavy that <br />
was able to support proficiency with ease.<br />
<br />
During her last visit to the blacksmith a couple of months back <br />
as a gift she was given a smaller head-size anvil for jewelery <br />
making: which would make an ideal brain. Soliloquy had decided<br />
to paint the crown with a mixture of hues to represent the<br />
myriad of cultures that could be found within our glorious humanity.<br />
<br />
The perfect neck: a small inner-tube that would be able to support <br />
such a heavy head - she had taken this from her little radio-flyer <br />
wagon Geppetto had bought her for their first Christmas together. <br />
The wagon had been broken for some time (she had wanted to <br />
see what it would be like rolling with excess of great speed down <br />
the hill). Needless  to say: no more shiny red wagon.<br />
<br />
The most difficult task was yet to come. The arms and legs were <br />
strung on silver thread with stones, purchased during her last trip <br />
to Brazil - I believe that these were stones from Carnival, a variety <br />
of: amethyst, alexandrite, smokey quartz and jade. The knees <br />
and elbows were large ivory knots with painted eyes on them to <br />
ensure this pseudo-person could see all directions at the same time <br />
with the mobility to move in any direction. Hands and feet had been <br />
cast bronze mitts and slippers: cold but practical.<br />
<br />
Soliloquy gave great though to the chest. From a copper pot on the <br />
fire, filled with liquid sugar and grains of melted sand, she poured <br />
the substance into the copper mold of a shield that rested on the table. <br />
Patiently waiting for the torso to cool and harden. At last, with  her worn <br />
body, she found her way to bed. Prior to sleeping Soliloquy thought: <br />
I finally did it.   My outsides can meet my insides with this new creature.<br />
<br />
The Breakable ~ Un:<br />
Instead of a head, an anvil.<br />
Instead of a neck, an inner tube.<br />
Instead of a torso, a glass shield.<br />
Instead of arms and legs, precious beaded stones.<br />
Instead of hands and feet, bronzed mitts and slippers.<br />
Instead of elbows and knees, two sets of eyes.<br />
Here is the conflict with the inside:<br />
nothing can supersede the spirit.<br />
<br />
After 15 hours of pleasant sleep, Soliloquy awoke at last. The first thing <br />
she wanted to do was look on her magnificence. Upon arrival to the atelier<br />
she realised everything was, as she left it after completing the piece for <br />
The Celebration of the Elements. &quot;It was all a dream!&quot; Soliloquy thought <br />
to herself... and went looking for the beads she bought in Brazil during <br />
last years Carnival?<br />
RSW ©  2008</div>


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			<title>Ill Wind</title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 00:14:15 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>The wind told me you’re leaving today 
          With voice so harsh it laid trees bare 
                Again he said you’re leaving today 
        ...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>The wind told me you’re leaving today<br />
          With voice so harsh it laid trees bare<br />
                Again he said you’re leaving today<br />
                   Hissed through the vines his ill tidings<br />
<br />
                                 You can’t leave today my love<br />
                   Not when the bougainvilleas frolic<br />
               Oh no, not today my love<br />
Not with orchids in festive glee<br />
<br />
Even in the morrow you cannot go<br />
          For the fruits will be in harvest then<br />
                 Oh no, not  in the morrow you cannot go<br />
                        For the arid sod awaits your benediction<br />
<br />
                            The wind told me you’re leaving today<br />
                     Absurd! I said to this malignant tattle<br />
           The wind insisted that you’re leaving today<br />
Ill wind begone, was my incensed outcry</div>

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			<title>~ What Then Could Be ~</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 02 Dec 2008 21:48:51 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>*~ What Then Could Be ~ 
 
 
 
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~ What then could be, ~<br />
if hate wanted nothing more  ... <br />
nothing more ... but the best <br />
for-another ... and-itself?<br />
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br />
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br />
~ Saw, the reality, and-<br />
felt-the-evidence, was-<br />
shown the light in view <br />
of-the-division that-has-<br />
~ risen;- taken-root-and-<br />
sprouted-up ...  growing-<br />
~ from-the-cold center;- of ~<br />
~ its heart of greed, the selfish,  <br />
~~ poisonous desire for everything, ~~ <br />
~ (more), moving-toward the hour of its ~<br />
~ isolation, choking-out-all-that-is genuine,<br />
advancing-onward within-this belief, and-yes<br />
what-if-it-was-awakened;- for the first time, to<br />
the-fallacies-of-its-own-faithless and complete-<br />
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ denial, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br />
~~<br />
~ lack of trust, its ~ <br />
hopeless, condition;- <br />
yes what if through <br />
perfect kindness, <br />
it-was provided<br />
another way<br />
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~ Was-shown- ~<br />
~ the      hard    sting, ~<br />
~ the-    absent-    hand- ~<br />
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~ its prejudice, ~<br />
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~ tears-it- ~<br />
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  ~~~~~~~~~~ out-for-Jesus-itself, for-the-first -~~~~~~~~~ <br />
  time no please;- ~~    no ... no more;- ~~ please Jesus, God-  <br />
make-it stop;-        carrying-with-it ...            and knowing-<br />
for certain;-            if-but-for-but-only-              a-moment- <br />
the-painful-            ~~~~~~ result ~~~~~              of its flight<br />
from this                ~~~~~ truth;- ~~~~~                from its  <br />
                  listless, and-purely-                  <br />
                senseless, movement-                <br />
                ~~~~ of aggression,  ~~~                <br />
sharing the-feeling also- <br />
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~ this, by ~~            ~ allowing ~    <br />
~~ itself-to-live              exclusively, <br />
~ in-this-fruitless              indifference, <br />
and-truly stubborn,            and inconclusive;-<br />
~~~  erroneous, ~~~            ~~~~ illusion! ~~~~<br />
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~ Screaming out why, ~<br />
~~~ far-and-wide-high-and-<br />
low-in-the-dark;- trembling;- <br />
alone ... in the cold, searching-<br />
~ franticly, for the truth ... lost;-  <br />
~ gone awry, totally amiss, being ~<br />
the only obvious, driving question,<br />
~pounding away ... relentlessly;- ~ <br />
~stripping-them-of-their-freedom <br />
~  squandering-the-treasures of- ~<br />
~~ their-stolen-security;- ~~<br />
~ and fullness-of-spirit. ~~<br />
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~~ And what if, it did long to ~~<br />
know and moved, never to forget;- <br />
the-humble-cry-from-the-hearts, <br />
the-needs-of-the-many, hurting, <br />
the innocent answered, living, <br />
dying, fading away amid the- <br />
battle, raging-war-on-them- <br />
~ inside-its-eroding prison;  <br />
~ amid the echos of their ~<br />
souls emptiness;- hoping, <br />
praying-quietly-to-have-<br />
the-righteous-comfort- <br />
~ of-their-lost-lives- ~<br />
~~ again ensured. ~~<br />
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br />
~ So what if love, joy, <br />
and hope, honesty and<br />
patience;- consideration, <br />
~ generosity mercy and- ~<br />
forgiveness, compassion- <br />
~~ and unconditional- ~~<br />
~~~~ understanding, ~~~~<br />
~~~~ and the-beauty- ~~~<br />
~~ revealed-in the-way ~~<br />
~~ of their-faithfulness- ~<br />
~~ to-the-very-principal ~<br />
~~ of-remaining-open, ~~<br />
~~ brought-bitter-hate- ~<br />
~ to-its-knees;- to finally,  <br />
~ acknowledge-this;- and  <br />
in surrendering;- it was- ~<br />
~ transformed-and made-<br />
~ again through-this to-be <br />
~~ accepting, and was ~~ <br />
~ willing, to work as well, <br />
setting-them-free-living-<br />
~ as-one-with-them, as it <br />
strived for the perfection,  <br />
the protection;- of these <br />
~~~~ greater things? ~~~~~<br />
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~ Oh-yes! What then? Could be? ~<br />
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			<dc:creator><![CDATA[thewaywardhopes'emotion]]></dc:creator>
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			<title>Frosty Thoughts</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 02 Dec 2008 20:55:17 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Frosty Thoughts  
 
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The daily trip to the bus, 
The morning...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Frosty Thoughts <br />
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<br />
The daily trip to the bus,<br />
The morning stroll &amp; sleepy talks,<br />
Frosty avenues &amp; reluctant steps<br />
towards the building that lies snug against,<br />
the Churches steeple all grey and loveless<br />
A sharp looking building with no hope upon it.<br />
Now how could you find such a tender thing as love,<br />
In such a harsh place? - Sweet Heavens above!</div>

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			<dc:creator>bookthief</dc:creator>
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			<title>Lies Of A Loss</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 02 Dec 2008 11:05:03 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Going away, 
I take one last look behind, 
And you can't believe those winter days 
Were nothing more than lies. 
 
Knives in our backs, 
Dying...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Going away,<br />
I take one last look behind,<br />
And you can't believe those winter days<br />
Were nothing more than lies.<br />
<br />
Knives in our backs,<br />
Dying memories inside -<br />
Maybe I've become so heartless,<br />
Maybe free, or simply blind.<br />
<br />
Dear, we are done,<br />
Drink your tears of regret,<br />
Find the answers by yourself, <br />
And make my side of our bed.<br />
<br />
Swallow your last words,<br />
Go on living in your shell.<br />
In front of you is loneliness -<br />
I've only cast my spell. <br />
<br />
Wounds will heal so soon,<br />
But for years you'll be scarred.<br />
You could never think you'd say this,<br />
But you'll find our parting hard.<br />
<br />
Shards of perished hope<br />
Watch your recent dreams come by,<br />
You'll feel lost and devastated,<br />
You will hear this song and cry!<br />
<br />
Everything that's left<br />
Burns your blood and slits your wrists,<br />
It's your silent suicide,<br />
But I can feel no guilt for this.<br />
<br />
No guilt for this!</div>

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			<dc:creator>April</dc:creator>
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			<title>Crossings</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 02 Dec 2008 01:31:57 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Don’t change the linen yet 
It’s still warm  
With charm and laughter 
 
Pat the sofa later 
Let the hollow stay longer 
On the silky cushions 
 
Let...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Don’t change the linen yet<br />
It’s still warm <br />
With charm and laughter<br />
<br />
Pat the sofa later<br />
Let the hollow stay longer<br />
On the silky cushions<br />
<br />
Let the blinds stay folded<br />
The sunbeam remains bright<br />
Casting soothing shadows<br />
<br />
The bud is not fully bloomed<br />
Hold the florist’s shears<br />
Just for one more day<br />
<br />
Let us not be eager<br />
To shut the gate<br />
Not just yet</div>

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			<dc:creator>ed roa</dc:creator>
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			<title>Tanka - Tis the Season</title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 23:58:27 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>December tingle 
Is in the hearts of children 
Well behaved and neat 
Mama says Santa’s making toys 
For all goody girls and boys</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>December tingle<br />
Is in the hearts of children<br />
Well behaved and neat<br />
Mama says Santa’s making toys<br />
For all goody girls and boys</div>

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			<title>Environmental Haiku</title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 23:33:41 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Apocalypse steeds 
Gallop through arid tundra 
Warming sodden earth 
 
Waste water buried 
Into deep and dark chasms 
Toxic fumes now reek 
 
A...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Apocalypse steeds<br />
Gallop through arid tundra<br />
Warming sodden earth<br />
<br />
Waste water buried<br />
Into deep and dark chasms<br />
Toxic fumes now reek<br />
<br />
A blanket of smog<br />
Turns the land into slate gray<br />
A cold night descends<br />
<br />
 Hummingbirds’ sad song<br />
Plaintive dirge augur its loss<br />
Evil haze spares none<br />
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Plummet like Icarus<br />
Regal mountain eagle’s end<br />
Dead as the Dodo</div>

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			<title>A Place Called Home</title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 10:19:58 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>:heart:Heartbreaking tenderness swept through Angie’s heart as she propped her head on one arm, whilst with the other she gently touched Gary’s...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>:heart:Heartbreaking tenderness swept through Angie’s heart as she propped her head on one arm, whilst with the other she gently touched Gary’s cheek. <br />
He stirred slightly, muttering unintelligibly in his sleep. For a spilt second his dimples betrayed his handsome comeliness, bringing a rush of warmth to Angie’s bosom. Sliding gently out of bed, she tucked Gary in one last time, and kissed his forehead fondly and slipped on her night robe. <br />
<br />
Leaving the room she absent mindedly put away stray toys in the cupboard, before stopping at the door adjacent to theirs. Idly twisting her wedding ring around her finger, her smile deepened as she cast her gaze upon Joshua and Jessica as they slept soundly in their twin cot. <br />
Her little urchins. <br />
Gary had another precious bundle coming – already the telltale bump beneath her nightie was beginning to show…… <br />
<br />
Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes as she sent a silent prayer up to God for answering her prayers. She had a joy filled life and praised God for her husband and twins at every given opportunity. Her throaty deep guffaw was infectious, and many envied her life of seemingly carefree existence. <br />
Or so it seemed. <br />
It had not always been so, and Angie had learnt to appreciate her good fortune when it had come through. She had been hopelessly in love with Ken, who had never appreciated nor loved her as much as she had. She’d tried to be there for him, but it had never been good enough. There was a flaw in all her efforts each time, and he’s battered her ego mercilessly. She’d loved him all the same. He abused her emotionally, telling her that had it not been for him no one else would have made the mistake of making her his wife. He’d been distant and unavailable emotionally, only turning to her for physical gratification. He’d lied to her and cheated her repeatedly; even wither brothers ex girlfriend. The climax had come when she’d given birth to Cassidy. As far as he was concerned. Casey had been born the wrong sex – he’d wanted a son, not a daughter who would grow into a simpering fool like her mother. And so he’d unceremoniously walked out of her life, and left her to pick up the pieces, alone and despairing. He had not however walked out of her heart, or mind.</div>

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			<title>Lost</title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 08:21:06 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Dark despairing 
No end in sight 
Vindictive comparing 
Useless to fight 
 
All the feelings 
Wounds of the soul 
Never knew healing</description>
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Dark despairing<br />
No end in sight<br />
Vindictive comparing<br />
Useless to fight<br />
<br />
All the feelings<br />
Wounds of the soul<br />
Never knew healing<br />
Exacting blind toll<br />
<br />
Alone among masses<br />
Strayed for so long<br />
Forbidden trespasses<br />
For want to belong</font></font><br />
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c2008 vduna</i></font></font></i></div>

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			<title>Oh, Christmas Tree</title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 00:31:20 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Christmas Tree 
Leonie Parker © Monday, 1 December 2008 
 
Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree, 
What have the hell you done to me. 
Pine needles...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Christmas Tree<br />
Leonie Parker © Monday, 1 December 2008<br />
<br />
Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree,<br />
What have the hell you done to me.<br />
Pine needles all across the floor;<br />
I don&#8217;t think I can take much more.<br />
<br />
Those Christmas bells you held, so sweet,<br />
Have now all fallen at your feet.<br />
And last years lights so fresh and bright<br />
Refuse to light the dark tonight.<br />
<br />
Those glitter covered tinsel balls<br />
Are lovely but the glitter falls<br />
On everything, sticks to my dress.<br />
That glitter makes an awful mess.<br />
<br />
I made fake snow from little beans<br />
Just like some winter Christmas scenes.<br />
But you refuse to hold the snow<br />
And we know where that snow will go.<br />
<br />
So now I have snow in my hair<br />
On every table, every chair.<br />
There&#8217;s snow where snow just shouldn&#8217;t be,<br />
There&#8217;s even snow on my TV.<br />
<br />
Oh Christmas Tree; Oh Christmas Tree<br />
I offer up this silent plea.<br />
If I don&#8217;t swear will that suffice?<br />
Will Santa know and think I&#8217;m nice?<br />
<br />
The radio plays Christmas tunes.<br />
The decorations have balloons<br />
In Christmas colours red and green<br />
As pretty as I&#8217;ve ever seen.<br />
<br />
There&#8217;s presents underneath the tree.<br />
I think there&#8217;s even one for me,<br />
All wrapped in foil so shiny bright.<br />
I just can&#8217;t wait for Christmas night.<br />
<br />
The stocking&#8217;s hung the lights are lit.<br />
We&#8217;ve cleaned the snow up quite a bit.<br />
We&#8217;re sitting down to share a drink.<br />
And life is good, that&#8217;s what I think.<br />
<br />
Oh Christmas Tree; Oh Christmas Tree<br />
You really are a joy to see.<br />
Now we&#8217;re all filled with Christmas Cheer;<br />
Let&#8217;s do it all again next year.<br />
<br />
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			<title>Bejeweled</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2008 20:58:56 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>*Bejeweled* 
 
Like Cinderella, autumn wears  
its finery for only a short while.  
Trees drip in gemstone colors  
of ruby, amber, garnet and ...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><b>Bejeweled</b><br />
<br />
Like Cinderella, autumn wears <br />
its finery for only a short while. <br />
Trees drip in gemstone colors <br />
of ruby, amber, garnet and <br />
citrine. Their countdown begins.<br />
<br />
The magic hour approaches, still<br />
they dance, as frost settles on<br />
pumpkins in the fields, winter<br />
overcomes them and their <br />
brilliant jewels are lost to the wind.</div>

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			<title>It Could Be Me, It Could Be You!</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 29 Nov 2008 12:37:41 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[When I broke the husk apart 
There he was standing alone, 
In rags that were not his 
With a bottle I didn&#8217;t know, 
Was plain old simple water 
But I...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>When I broke the husk apart<br />
There he was standing alone,<br />
In rags that were not his<br />
With a bottle I didn&#8217;t know,<br />
Was plain old simple water<br />
But I thought alcohol,<br />
What a bum, not worth a glance<br />
How the hell could I have known?<br />
<br />
&#8220;Can you spare a cig, buddy?&#8221;<br />
&#8220;I only want a fag&#8221;<br />
Shunning him, I walked away<br />
Scoffing his tattered rags,<br />
Salvaged from a life-line bin<br />
Torn from a garbage bag,<br />
That&#8217;s the reason that I shun<br />
And sometimes even gag...<br />
<br />
When they get, way too close<br />
Begging for what-ever,<br />
Just a feed, sometimes is all<br />
Nothing ever better,<br />
Just the basic needs of life<br />
The edge of man-kind&#8217;s tether<br />
The reduction of a man<br />
Into a street lined beggar.<br />
<br />
<br />
Opulence, I enjoyed<br />
A car worth twenty grand,<br />
A wife and kids, oblivious<br />
Of where we all could stand,<br />
The CEO of all I own<br />
Panics and demands,<br />
Out-sources all production<br />
Into a foreign land.<br />
<br />
A job of twenty years<br />
A whisper in the wind,<br />
Long-service, benefits<br />
The man above rescinds,<br />
Nothing left, all is gone<br />
She left and took my kin<br />
My hope and adulation<br />
Increasingly grows dim.<br />
<br />
Curled inside a husk<br />
One day, maybe I&#8217;ll eat,<br />
Those better off<br />
With tarnished teeth I greet,<br />
Can you spare a dollar?<br />
Hope still on its feet<br />
Bleary eyed and determined<br />
That life will not defeat.<br />
29/11/08 ADO</div>

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			<title>Haiku For Duffers</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2008 22:36:03 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>With a graceful swing 
My pitching wedge struck the ball 
Fell short of the hole 
 
Fore! called the golfer 
Atop the seventh tee mound 
Splash!...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>With a graceful swing<br />
My pitching wedge struck the ball<br />
Fell short of the hole<br />
<br />
Fore! called the golfer<br />
Atop the seventh tee mound<br />
Splash! replied the lake<br />
<br />
It was just two feet <br />
But my buddy didn’t say “take”<br />
Ooh, the ball lipped out<br />
<br />
Long putt’s a challenge<br />
Two to three breaks from the hole<br />
Glory to God it’s in!<br />
<br />
Oh, Tiger, Tiger <br />
Ball burning bright, a meteor<br />
In dazzling flight<br />
<br />
You are out of bounds<br />
Said the pert lady caddy<br />
At his naughty pitch<br />
<br />
Birdies have no plumes<br />
Bogey is not an ogre<br />
Albatross, not cursed</div>

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