tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18218179247189280932011-04-21T16:14:55.935-07:00A Disabled person with Chronic Pain, Fibroymyalgia etc etc, lets it all out in poetry, with a couple of sweet poems for my grandchildrentanglusthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585755145521586126noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821817924718928093.post-14483699516417861202009-05-02T11:30:00.001-07:002009-05-02T11:34:54.985-07:00

here are the pics of my hubbys new weapon.

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Steven Pasfield wrote a poem about his dad on facebook, then sent me an email from facebook to do a reply to his poem. The is the outcome. Bold male parts are Steven's poem and Itlatics are written by me Linda Bradley. Steve and I are great friends on Yahoo IM's and he is an inspiration to me. Thanks Steve for inspiring me to write a poetic reply to your poem on Facebook.comHe sits there,

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dedicated to To My Father Soulless eyesBy Steven PasfieldHe sits there, reading a bookjust looking, at the booknot reading the pagethe same page, for a long time.Now he stares, over the pagethrough his glasses, wonderingabout the day ahead, what to dohow quick can it go?His soul mate: the woman he lovedsix months since, a lifetime he thinkshas passed away - gone from his lifeWhen will all this

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I am aSnapdragon What Flower Are You? I saw this on another knitting bloggers page so took the test it's pretty cool. I was up at 1:30 AM and it is 8 am now. I played a couple of hours of Animal Crossing, started putting current projects into bags, wanted Pop Tarts for breakfast but they are all gone. I ll Have to let DH know before noon as he is going grocery shopping after work

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by Linda Sunday, October 21, 2007 11:04 AM Aware that I am awakening seeing dappled sunlight cross the ceiling. And dreamily open the other eye, only to see my Pug Jester's literally eye to eye with me. He had been sleeping like a baby on my pillow Snoring and chortling Right next to me. The unspoken question That he sends to me, "Is it time to get up Mom? I look at

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I sat and lookedthe world was greyto me.Watched and didn't seeSpoke but got no reply.The world was therebut not I.A ghost aliveI could surviveno one depends on me.So if I don't askthey don't seeThe lite of life was snuffed out you see.No joy was mine,nor pain or time.A whole daywasted away/

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A DayA NightTime slows downthen speeds up.Pain is steady as a ROCK.I moan in my sleepand bite my lips during the days.Things are startedand never endjust like the pain.A Day A NightWhat do they mean to usThe depressed, the anxious, and those of us in pain, pain, pain.

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Hairy Fairywhat's that you carry?So small and fragileand lit up like a candle.Step careful therewatch your long hair!Lest you tumbleand your parcel crumbleWhere do you gowith your steps so slow?How far can you travelwith a package so fragile?Being such and old hairy fairybeing given SUCH a quest to carrywith hair down past your toesthere is not far that you can go!Ah! There in the distanceI can

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Having No WillNot up to doing anthingI force myself to readwords I've writen without thought.To Think requies effortand I have no will today.Yarn is here and needles toosix pojects to make but do I cast on?To cast on would be an effortand I have no will today.The earphones on my headand cd's for four booksYou'd think that takes no effortbut I Just cant!I have no will today.

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