Tag: creatives
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March 02, 2008 04:01 AM EST --
A kitty named "Zelda"
Her paws, soft, are upon fallen gold
Of rustling foliage. Cold sundown
Turns around to a shadowy cottage.
A cottage with a coach and love-strokes
On . . .
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January 25, 2008 09:01 AM EST --
Where is the power?
Words fall short before a rising sun.
They are nothing to the gust of rays,
Giddy they lower their heads
On the green grass.
That squanders the gathers of . . .
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February 03, 2008 01:07 AM EST --
Floor full of shattered mind
In an afternoon of untimely shower
Mind falls out of the benumbed fingers.
A winter of crazy white on the screen.
underneath is an open road . . .
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February 20, 2008 10:00 AM EST --
Mails
What time is it in U.S?
I am at this side of world
Bowed before roaring sea,
Thousands of miles in between,
My fingers fumble on keys.
Go ether! Carry my . . .
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March 14, 2008 09:55 AM EDT --
Sickened heart
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Hand extends to touch yours and
It passes beyond
Only the wetness stays on.
Without a loss of
Something closer to this heart
You cannot . . .
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May 18, 2008 05:58 AM EDT --
Spotlight Paidra Delayno!
VIDEO'S FOR REVIEW . . .
Hot Rods Forever
A Tribute To Elvis
Professional Woman, The Sequel
Artistic Minds® Members and Members . . .
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December 07, 2008 03:27 AM EST --
CHAPTER 1
The beauty of the northwest coastline can usually hold my attention for hours. The shifting blues and greens of the river rushing by, the rusted old ships slowly moving in or out . . .
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October 15, 2007 08:18 PM EDT --
“I was thinking of attacking you.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Would if I thought you could handle it.”
“I can handle anything you’ve got, cowboy,” . . .
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March 10, 2008 10:45 AM EDT --
Ascent of a human
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A yellow star with love and power shines.
Rays are all I need at this moment of
Cactus grown on the uterus of mind.
To the sun . . .
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March 22, 2008 07:52 AM EDT --
Victoria had one goal: finish editing her article on the city council's traffic-rerouting plan. As usual, she didn't notice how late it was getting or how . . .
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January 25, 2008 08:54 AM EST --
A homecoming
A homecoming
She is coming back with a heavy heart,
Heart tends to be hard
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February 06, 2008 05:49 AM EST --
An Immortal winter
An Immortal winter
He, cursed the winter, a fatal angel,
The long winter made the sun placid
Shackled hands of trees were
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October 04, 2009 01:59 PM EDT --
The pig in the cop car wears a hog's-head mask... red overhead light casting shadows underneath its eyes.
I walk the children through the spitting snow, a twelve year-old Jedi Knight . . .
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October 08, 2007 12:04 PM EDT --
Welcome Genre Creatives members and anyone else who finds this story.
"Love is only known by him who hopelessly persists in love."
Friedrich von Schiller
Can You Hear . . .
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October 08, 2007 12:10 PM EDT --
Welcome Genre Creatives members and anyone else who finds this story.
"You can always telephone, but you just can't tell it much."
Roy Blount, Jr.
Can You Hear . . .
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October 31, 2007 08:07 PM EDT --
Could it really have been an entire year?
Of lessons learned
Of sparks exchanged
Of passions set afire
Of love proclaimed.
Of words set to record
Of caressing your core
Of desire . . .
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November 30, 2007 11:16 PM EST --
Whew! What a month...an enjoyable month. Thanks to everyone that participated. I had so much fun reading each entry. I took my time, and read, and re-read each and every Mystery...which . . .
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March 11, 2008 08:44 AM EDT --
Fatigue, my friend!
Fatigue is a friend I owe my life.
Closed mind sometimes likes to take a stride
With its hand held in hand, amid trees.
Fatigue is used to sit on . . .
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March 13, 2008 09:20 AM EDT --
Hotel sea view ===============
A long walk up the wet sand
Sun on the grains and
Salt in the sky and water.
Hands in the long pockets
Flare the nostrils.
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March 15, 2008 06:26 AM EDT --
Rain rain
Mother told her to save them for rainy days.
The rain drops on the future this noon.
This noon of annihilated sun.
And, this day she breaks her piggy bank.
Opened, . . .
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