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    <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 10:34:13 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Vision Quest (Re post)</title>
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 On a mountain ledge that the white man 
 Would someday call Inspiration Point 
 Overlooking a lake that would be known as Jenny 
 Sat a boy. 
   
 No longer really a boy 
 But . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 05:27:18 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-04T05:27:18Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Dreams, Desires?</title>
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 Lady Diana riding across the winter sky 
 Casting her beams enticingly on the sleeping earth 
 Wandering into a bedroom and onto slumbering lady 
 Caressing her face, her neck, her . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 05:12:36 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-04T05:12:36Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Buffalo Dancer</title>
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      <description>Buffalo dancer, buffalo dancer, 
 
 
 Dancing in the fading twilight. 
 
 
 Clad in head and hide and horns. 
 
 
 Spirit reaching to find the herd. 
 
 
 
 
 Bobbing weaving, charging, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 21:39:15 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T21:39:15Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Cycle Spent</title>
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      <description>The Yule cycle was spent 
 The twelve days of darkness since the Solstice 
 And the Bard could feel it 
   
 He could feel the light filling his mind 
 He could feel it enlivening and awakening . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 18:06:20 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T18:06:20Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Star shine and the Dark of the Moon (A reprint)</title>
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 Star shine on the prairie and the dark of the moon 
 Deep silence shrouded, yet not so silent 
 Wind stirs the Buffalo grass 
 A coyote howls and a distant train whistles 
   . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 17:44:22 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T17:44:22Z</dc:date>
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      <title>ABSENCE</title>
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      <description>it is so hollow the place where once lived my heart waiting your return 
 
 
 is there any meaning left your absence   leaves just a void 
 
 
   
 
 
 Michelle Wooten © 1-3-10 . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 17:35:19 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Michelle W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T17:35:19Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Night On the Chisum Trail (a repost)</title>
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 A million stars light the bowl of the sky 
 A thousand “beefs” bedded down for the night 
 Night hawk takes up his rounds, softly crooning. 
 High in the sky . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 15:44:26 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T15:44:26Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Try</title>
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      <description>There’s a word used by rodeo cowboys 
 
 
 That’s as vast as the western sky. 
 
 
 It’s a noun and a verb and attitude. 
 
 
 And that single word is Try. 
 
 
 
 
 It’s . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 02:26:42 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T02:26:42Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Blue Moon</title>
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 In the biting cold of the December night 
 The Bard looked up at the full moon, the Blue Moon 
 But she said nothing to him 
 Perhaps he was Druid after all 
 And it was still Yuletide . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 02:06:18 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T02:06:18Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Forbidden Fruit 2nd Sequel ( contest is still on for the 3rd sequel)</title>
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      <description>This is the 2nd sequel, so please tell me before Adam and Eve  
 
 
  can ever make it back together in Heaven forEver, Adam still  
 
 
  needs to be punished for what he did to his wife. He was the . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 21:34:43 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Angel sent from God Secret Sisters</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-02T21:34:43Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Moment of Grief</title>
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      <description>A Moment of Grief 
 
 By: Lisa Copher 
   
 
 The sky was clear, but the end was near. 
 
 
 My mom had cancer, there was no answer. 
 
 
 I prayed and I cried, and yet she still died. 
 
 
 My . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 00:42:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>L. C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T00:42:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Gone To Be With God</title>
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      <description>Gone To Be With God 
 
 By: Lisa Copher 
   
 
 That day was dark and dreary, twas full of big,fat tears. 
 
 
 I never want to think of that day, in all my lasting years. 
 
 
 You were taken . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 00:33:54 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>L. C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T00:33:54Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Angel Safely Home</title>
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      <description>Angel Safely Home 
 
 By: Lisa Copher 
 
   
 
 
 An angel appeared before me, standing in the door. 
 
 
 That angel looking peaceful, wanting not ever more. 
 
 
 She's living in the arms of . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 00:27:21 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>L. C.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-03T00:27:21Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Saturday Writing Essential 1/02/10: What Have You Done!</title>
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      <description>  
 
  
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
 Here are the responses to last week's prompt: 
   
 
   Singing My Way Through Life, SatWE by    Elsie Duggan    . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 20:03:07 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Atticus *.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-02T20:03:07Z</dc:date>
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      <title>SINEAD &amp; FINN.</title>
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      <description>Sinead showed her beauty Undressed in her bed, lying  
 
 
  Beside Finn, who in his sleep, Spoke some other’s name, but  
 
 
  She sexing it hot, heard it not, But in her own over the top  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 19:54:58 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Terry Collett</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-02T19:54:58Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Awaiting the Next Assignment</title>
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      <description>  
   
 It was the beginning of a new year 
 A new decade 
   
 And the Bard stood in the very center of the Wood 
 A place not often visited and then only by invitation 
   
 . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 17:00:08 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-02T17:00:08Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Love Poetry</title>
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      <description>Love Poetry 
   
 The language of love poetry 
 Should be as fluid as melting ice 
 And as warm as a cup of tea 
   
 1/2/2010 7:52 AM</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 12:58:43 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-02T12:58:43Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Endless Love Song</title>
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      <description>Endless Love Song     
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
   Do this for me   
 
 
   whenever you feel   
 
 
   just so sadly sad:   
 
 
    smile not bravely    
 
 
    but let welling tears    
 
 
    freely . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 09:02:50 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Magi the magical poet is riding the wind  again</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-02T09:02:50Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Words of Power</title>
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 Words of power 
 Thoughts of power 
 Take root only 
 In hearts that are prepared 
 And desire to receive them 
   
 1/1/2010 7:59 PM</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 01:07:22 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977971938&amp;grpId=3659174697240196&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-02T01:07:22Z</dc:date>
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      <title>WINTER -- a sestina aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh</title>
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      <description>Note:  This is actually a response to a request for six words for a sestina in the group INSPIRE ME: PROMPTS AND EXERCISES. 
   
 WINTER 
 It is colder this winter, The ice won't crack. Cold . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 00:55:15 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Michelle W.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-02T00:55:15Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Journey I started - From My Ramblings...</title>
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      <description>Journey I started 
 Somewhere along the way 
 Started to expect destination 
 Realize not all has to be that way 
   
 A life when me embraced 
 Certain sounds together 
 I found me communicating . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 19:19:57 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Satya Jell</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-01T19:19:57Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Partitioning of India</title>
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      <description>  
   
   
 Nehru was for it 
 Jenna was for it 
 Mountbatten and the British were for it 
 Gandhi opposed it 
   
 Sixty three years later 
 The people still suffer because of it . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 18:20:48 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-01T18:20:48Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Weather The Storm</title>
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    Weather The Storm    
 
 
     
 
 
  In my vision,  
 
 
  I walk alone in the middle of a sand storm,  
 
 
  Footprints flow through the breeze,  
 
 
  A gray mirage swirling . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 17:14:35 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Rony J.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-01T17:14:35Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Greatest Gift</title>
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      <description>  
   
 Someone asked the Buddha 
 “What is the greatest of all gifts? 
 The World Honored one answered 
 “To be born a human being” 
   
 1/1/2010 11:41 AM</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 16:52:21 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-01T16:52:21Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Mary, the Mother of God</title>
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      <description>  
   
 “And Mary kept all these things 
 Reflecting on them on her heart” 
 Mary the Mother of God 
 Mary the Mother of contemplatives 
   
 1/1/2010 9:25 AM</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 14:33:22 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-01T14:33:22Z</dc:date>
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      <title>TELL FINN.</title>
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      <description>And don’t forget to tell Finn I want him home in Time for dinner, Auntie Said, her words following You down the stairs and Into the street, your small Legs racing along to Paddy’s Bar, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 11:02:22 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Terry Collett</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-01T11:02:22Z</dc:date>
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      <title>GREETINGS</title>
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      <description>  
 
  The songs are the same  
 
 
 
 
   
 
   
 The songs are the same  we sing in our hearts. 
 The trees are the same 
 Those we foster in our gardens. 
 The waves are the same 
 Those climb . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 18:08:08 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>vijay kumar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T18:08:08Z</dc:date>
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      <title>AT KENNEDY'S.</title>
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      <description>Did your da ask you For the ciggies? Kennedy Asks, his nose holding Onto a piece of snot, his Lemony eyes giving you The big stare, the chin  
 
 
  Stubbly and grey, the Mouth, a deserted Cemetery . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 16:02:26 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Terry Collett</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T16:02:26Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Decade Ends</title>
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      <description>  
   
 A thousand stories, koans, and teaching tales 
 Trace through my mind and yet 
 I cannot put even one to paper 
   
 Beset by what I will always think of 
 As the Decade of . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 15:15:15 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>John Doyle</dc:creator>
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 A cold gray dawning 
 Snow is falling, wind howling 
 A winter morning 
   
 12/31/2009 8:01 AM</description>
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