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2/7/2008 12:54:37 AM	Charmie's thread of unread, unloved poetry and shorts...
charmie Glasgow, MT age: 61	Taurok---- A memory, maybe? "Come", she begged, tugging my hand. "Fly with me, for the winds are calling our names and the chimes are ringing in the zephyr." "Journey with me to a new land, a land of peace, tanquility and restored dreams." "No," she cried, "Do not hesitate!... for the moment is now, this second; in this we have redemption." " Come back; be loathe to depart; do not turn from me... linger, my love, fantasies and illusions will merge into desire and we will become one." "Your restless spirit will be calmed; your head will lie between soft pillows, nature's gift to me for your pleasure." "Come," she pleaded more urgently. "Your wings are sprouting; I feel your need from the flow of years, denied for so long." "Yes," she moaned as if the wind had taken her. "Close your eyes to me now and we will kindle, ignite, nevermore left wanting." "Open thine eyes, my pet, look upon the face of your eternal love and rejoice." "My hair, long and black shrouds bleached bone of eyes long gone, of lips you kissed and of teeth still red with life's nectaur." "Entwined, our lives are forever one; Eternal."
2/7/2008 5:30:06 AM	Charmie's thread of unread, unloved poetry and shorts...
healthologist Page, AZ age: 60	Loved the Hag, I can identify with her in taking care of the youngsters, their young fragile hearts, waiting to be broken. Les
2/13/2008 5:38:50 PM	Charmie's thread of unread, unloved poetry and shorts...
charmie Glasgow, MT age: 61	I am sitting at the hotel computer...am leaving in the AM after buyking a wonderful home here in NYS!! Happy, Joy! Have tons of pictres and silly poetry to post. Hope you all have been well. Later, Charmie
2/17/2008 12:37:36 PM	Charmie's thread of unread, unloved poetry and shorts...
charmie Glasgow, MT age: 61	The Order of the Udder carlylyn coe I took the long way home today Not by design, but accident, Although there wasn’t one, an accident, I mean. I turned left instead of going straight, Something I have never done, But I am happy I deviated. Though the road began well, It soon became dirt-packed; Hardpan, smooth with large potholes Scattered about Like errant bolts of lightening had Struck in by-gone days. Driving slowly, With much attention To the holes (which looked big enough, at least some of them, to swallow my small vehicle) I drove towards something, or away from something else. The road narrowed and became less Like a road and more like A cow path. Which it was. Encircled, surrounded, Bathed in a sea of black and white Mesmerized by the lowing and groaning Crawling from large, smooth throats, I watched as The Order of the Udder Headed to the barn for sweet relief. The sea parted to my dismay; I had loved the helplessness I felt… Swept away from the real world, I was A sailor on an ocean of dipping and swaying Waves of potential cream and butter. Quiet returned and I backed into a turnaround Heading out on my mistaken road, Turned left once again Towards home. Dogs barking and running, Children laughing in summer sun; My family, My daily bath of humility and love, Waves of potential poets and artists With perhaps a teacher thrown in for good measure.
2/23/2008 5:40:53 PM	Charmie's thread of unread, unloved poetry and shorts...
charmie Glasgow, MT age: 61	Cinquain Poem Line one-One word describes the topic and is subject/noun Second line is 2 adjectives that describes the first line Three action words that relate to line one Four feeling words that realte to line one Fifth line sums it up with one word I did this about 3 years ago: Men grown boys tough, loving, teasing sometimes there sometimes gone Lovers
2/23/2008 5:42:52 PM	Charmie's thread of unread, unloved poetry and shorts...
charmie Glasgow, MT age: 61	Another Cinquain---- Children young, dependent used, abused, hungry unwanted, left to survive. Someday Adults.
2/23/2008 5:45:18 PM	Charmie's thread of unread, unloved poetry and shorts...
charmie Glasgow, MT age: 61	The Wolf Free Tundra, forest, valley and mountain you roam, unpredictable; born to restlessness, artfully you wage fear of capture to ones weaker. Brought down, almost extinct, you revived, returned living again, marking territory; giving birth to willfull generations. Your prey: natural selection, your enemy: still man who does not understand your wanton call of the wild. Ardent need to be free forever in your blood, The wind calls and response is a howl. Sadness, loneliness; despair carried over the hills to another like kind who sends her cry loud and distinct. Forward, you run To She Who Needs Litter born, young tended, testing, biting, playing; No wallflowers here. In this your immortality. Predator, lover, parent and guardian, tending your wards, your mates with your life. The land will support and nourish you all, For it is, that your species was meant to be A balance returned; the wolf again free. Recognized
2/23/2008 6:14:30 PM	Charmie's thread of unread, unloved poetry and shorts...
taurok Dartmouth, NS age: 50	Looks like someone is on a roll today! Love the wolf write! Truly great write Charmie.
2/24/2008 1:19:48 AM	Charmie's thread of unread, unloved poetry and shorts...
charmie Glasgow, MT age: 61	Actually it was a hot cross bun...with These were written several years ago and were published shortly after. I never cared much for the format of Haiku or Cinquain but there they are anyway. Glad you enjoyed them. The wolf I do like and it won a reconized poet award. [Edited 2/24/2008 8:28:52 AM]
2/24/2008 6:09:22 AM	Charmie's thread of unread, unloved poetry and shorts...
wolffdream Billerica, MA age: 57	Beautiful! Thank you for posting it...
2/24/2008 8:26:45 AM	Charmie's thread of unread, unloved poetry and shorts...
charmie Glasgow, MT age: 61	Glad you liked the wolf poem...here is another that won an award at a reading three years ago: another Cinquain: Wolf Howling, snarling Elusive and shy Dismal cry over hills Growls deep within, calls to mate. "Life in the wild, free once again."
2/27/2008 4:22:37 PM	Charmie's thread of unread, unloved poetry and shorts...
charmie Glasgow, MT age: 61	A Short ----- The Trouble with Jake carlylyn coe "So," said Lynne, as she looked around the sunny kitchen where her best friend, Cory was bent into the fridge, hunting for the cream. "So, what are you going to do about it?" Lynne asked as she stirred the newly retrieved cream into her coffee and looked at Cory. "Well, I have a plan, sort of. I mean, I have thought about it and have come up with several ways to make him stop, but I don't want to muck it up." Cory's eyes darted around the room restlessly. This was her favorite room in the house she shared with Jake. Jake was a love, at least most of the time. There were those times she knew he was totally devoted to her; the times they spent curled up on the sofa eating popcorn and watching a chick flick even through she could see he wasn't really into the movie; the way he always kissed her when she came into the room, and their special way of sleeping together, his firm body as close to hers as possible. There were other times, though, not so much fun, when Cory suspected Jake had been up to something. These were the times he would not meet her eyes, and his spontaneous kisses would cease. He would stay out longer at night, and when he came in he would sometimes sleep on the sofa. "I want to handle this just right; I don't want to do something that will damage our relationship. In spite of it all, I love Jake and do not want to give him up." Tears were resting in the corners of Cory's eyes and Lynne could see how much pain this situation was causing her friend. "Okay, then, lets think this thing out," said Lynne. "You need a firm plan, one that will not fail. Let him know who is boss, in a loving way of course, and you need to get started now." Cory and Lynne spent the remainder of the afternoon straining their brains until they finally came up with the perfect plan, the one that would let Jake know his games were over. That night as Cory opened the door for Jake, hugging him she said, "Take your time, sweetie, but don't be out too long." Jake looked in Cory's eyes and then walked onto the deck, down the steps to the closed gate. He stopped suddenly, looked around at the door where Cory had been standing, but she had gone inside. The gate was locked and he did not have a key... Cory went to the door to peek at Jake. He was just standing there looking helpless. She opened the door and called to him to come back inside so they could talk. Jake climbed the steps and walking through the door, looked at Cory sheepishly. "From now on, mister, you will go out at night for a short time only. And when you come in the house you will kiss me like you used to, and curl up with me in bed. No more sleeping on the sofa!" Cory delivered these new rules with authority. "And another thing: you will not hide your mistakes any more. If you need something from me, just ask. I am tired of finding yellow puddles in the kitchen, and brown dried up 'sasuages' in the foyer on the new Persian rug." Jake ducked his brown furry head and knew he was a done dog. Cory lifted his chin and said to her best friend, "Jake, you and I are going to be together for a long time. I know getting used to a new place is hard, but together we will work it out. Just go to the door and let me know when you need to go out...and come back after you do your business; I worry about you." Cory patted Jakes's head, then grabbing the roll of paper towels from the counter, she went into the foyer. As she looked behind her, Jake was sleeping soundly on the sofa. Author's notes: This is part fiction, part truth. Morrie, my dog, had a difficult time adjusting to my new home here in Montana this summer.

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