tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43078019724123626672024-03-04T21:35:28.700-08:00Stories {&} Poemsthings i have written. things friends have written.Danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08110905065573230030noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4307801972412362667.post-53643000882193990732011-03-22T23:40:00.000-07:002011-11-14T20:55:10.653-08:00Yellowstone<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAcBIpdJpbiwA9pg7iJ8IU7sZSzsUAgJ3Tt5M4mNCHG-MsR0QXrV0cZOfGJWjAWSCzFznTp8cac_1VG_fp8_YsIVfm4tT51g-SI3a81miaPNAYJcSsI7_DQWTBxUY_x_iiMsF3gfm_YSKo/s1600/yellowstone-wolf.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587168638454091442" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAcBIpdJpbiwA9pg7iJ8IU7sZSzsUAgJ3Tt5M4mNCHG-MsR0QXrV0cZOfGJWjAWSCzFznTp8cac_1VG_fp8_YsIVfm4tT51g-SI3a81miaPNAYJcSsI7_DQWTBxUY_x_iiMsF3gfm_YSKo/s400/yellowstone-wolf.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 267px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 400px;" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">I bet this little guy has dreams. Perhaps he dreams about becoming a world renown ceramic artist. Who knows. Or maybe he has always wanted to jump out of an airplane (does he even know what an airplane is?). Coffee cake could be his favorite breakfast treat or puffy pan cake could easily take the cake on that. Maybe he wants to work at an air horn factory (highly unlikely but not totally out of the question). Whatever this little guys dreams are . . . i hope they come true.</span> </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I wonder what he's thinking. M</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: small;">aybe he is wondering what happened to his great great grandparents. O</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: small;">r maybe he is wondering why he can't hold knitting needles to make leg warmers for himself since his knees are freezing. I</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: small;"> would like to believe he is thinking about the Montana sky on a spring morning when the sun is dancing just under the horizon line. Or I would like to believe that he is wishing the winter fog would last forever because it smells so good to his lungs. Perhaps this photograph was taken in the summer and he is standing right next to a hot spring (do they have those in Yellowstone?). Maybe he is fact a she and is taking a mist bath next to Old Faithful (I am almost 100% certain that Old Faithful is in Yellowstone).</span></div>
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<br /></div>Danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08110905065573230030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4307801972412362667.post-82897917759753606352010-05-26T10:49:00.000-07:002010-05-26T11:00:35.331-07:00Jennifer Fennifer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdycNOR9rZujuD49IG5DiFr26ecoPTKcj83BN77ioH0l0rBOE_j2-UvI4cU7Wp28O-l01XU556yJkNo2Xvtb7cNB0P7BCg4C-vCPd8A38CDxU6Gq_nnm0l80a-MLHhoRdjMM_CnFdj0Ujw/s1600/17234_417166420203_744530203_10656345_6440340_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdycNOR9rZujuD49IG5DiFr26ecoPTKcj83BN77ioH0l0rBOE_j2-UvI4cU7Wp28O-l01XU556yJkNo2Xvtb7cNB0P7BCg4C-vCPd8A38CDxU6Gq_nnm0l80a-MLHhoRdjMM_CnFdj0Ujw/s320/17234_417166420203_744530203_10656345_6440340_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475638104842305282" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jenn Benn Fenner is from Jenner Benner Fenner Ville! (thats a lie) Jenn, you are crazy. anything but lazy. unless you are given dazies. I know that we will always be friends because you LOVE me so much - thats a lie . . . i love you more. HA! {this is not a very poemy poem} - MY BAD. im pretty sure that you are one of the most secret BA friends i have and kelly just texted me {brb}- AAAAND im back. speaking of, we need to go to disney land no if's and's or but's. i miss you greatly when i am away at school or hiking in the <a href="http://muppet.wikia.com/wiki/The_Jungle_of_Nool">jungle of Nool</a>. Jenn, never leave me. if you do, i will cry for a life time. i{love}you. </span></span>Danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08110905065573230030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4307801972412362667.post-79921364295586884042010-05-26T10:27:00.000-07:002010-05-26T10:34:54.221-07:00I Miss Katie McGregor<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGa6rTbBbGG_3ai02DU-XZ0E_yt_zhuuTB97Cnd6ZpRtnFXl1uUvadR8eEgieEtwROHpGMOoQ35NLZhM7LTVtsywbx8iscbNQW7j88P2qvtJfaK20DYMU949mZuSv3aabrwh4Z42hBZqzV/s1600/n750550961_651619_4547.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGa6rTbBbGG_3ai02DU-XZ0E_yt_zhuuTB97Cnd6ZpRtnFXl1uUvadR8eEgieEtwROHpGMOoQ35NLZhM7LTVtsywbx8iscbNQW7j88P2qvtJfaK20DYMU949mZuSv3aabrwh4Z42hBZqzV/s400/n750550961_651619_4547.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475631705801708802" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">oh katie oh katie, how i miss you.</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'courier new', serif;font-size:small;">you are as silly as a kookaburra, and as wacky as one too. i miss our goofy times, and our serious times. i miss our voices going horse,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'courier new', serif;font-size:small;">and trying on random clothes in stores. katie, i will know you forever,</span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'courier new', serif;font-size:small;">and forever we will be, siamese twins or attached at the knee. i love you <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/applepie">Katie McGregor</a>, as much as the sun shines, but when the sun goes down . . . <span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'courier new', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;">RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div></div>Danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08110905065573230030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4307801972412362667.post-47166531344489966972010-04-12T14:39:00.000-07:002010-04-12T14:47:02.760-07:00Molly<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsG0GmQvC_D9vH5loApyX3rRGG6em6Pj15PdA5GCpchyi1rWDXE_Y-H3OEMpROyLCtph3v2iHpxbJthnomLiPGyyM0Pns5T76rDqAX6hzm9AiJIft8Bs9V_zTiPkg7lGBEWUmidb-87coF/s1600/n1498193199_77819_8790.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsG0GmQvC_D9vH5loApyX3rRGG6em6Pj15PdA5GCpchyi1rWDXE_Y-H3OEMpROyLCtph3v2iHpxbJthnomLiPGyyM0Pns5T76rDqAX6hzm9AiJIft8Bs9V_zTiPkg7lGBEWUmidb-87coF/s320/n1498193199_77819_8790.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459370789527400994" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Molly{OH}Molly</div><div style="text-align: center;">WHAT has been {my} folly</div><div style="text-align: center;">you are in fact {NOT} a trolly</div><div style="text-align: center;">{OR} a swimming dolly.</div><div style="text-align: center;">oh how I {love} thee dear sweet MOLLY</div><div style="text-align: center;">I wish you were under some {HOLLY}</div><div style="text-align: center;">cause then i would KISS your beautiful face!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08110905065573230030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4307801972412362667.post-44321710116897180182009-09-21T23:44:00.000-07:002010-04-06T14:41:08.070-07:00Too Much, Too Late BY: rachel castro<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVY-1DqDN5oHRW1zejtH9CBoJqVAYaRKJw2hvYUdy195vf1wGH_NhOkFHupu_Y33Fhhv4MPl7sOjbqIf-X2sEsbXsaZt3K7_3EGpTUuv8CIQgEyUevqhagR0-tZHJ2rDOfgHWRywTcVZyX/s1600-h/dfsadfa.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVY-1DqDN5oHRW1zejtH9CBoJqVAYaRKJw2hvYUdy195vf1wGH_NhOkFHupu_Y33Fhhv4MPl7sOjbqIf-X2sEsbXsaZt3K7_3EGpTUuv8CIQgEyUevqhagR0-tZHJ2rDOfgHWRywTcVZyX/s320/dfsadfa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384180702959422754" /></a><p class="MsoNormal">You’ll know her by the hum in your chest</p> <p class="MsoNormal">When you look up and take notice</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Of that visible covenant after the rain.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And you’ll know her by the sound your feet make</p> <p class="MsoNormal">As they fumble through that creek bed</p> <p class="MsoNormal">No one remembers the name of.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">You should have kept those hands at your side</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Instead of in her blood supply.</p> <!--EndFragment-->Danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08110905065573230030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4307801972412362667.post-69749172026543012462009-06-21T23:30:00.000-07:002010-04-06T14:40:57.910-07:00APPLE CHILD by Rachel Castro<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb5H_1diJeA6aduwWkCNXaQ74EC6e_1Nxh03CMSPATOPYDN5mYW91CDI21KYVpiVe0pn_Di7FTIuZuSNP7W6PpjTJxij92aXsyhu3odfWW-8JJTtu35PKkR9bMF9xSPnbr9PhVyUw8J-4h/s1600-h/ra.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb5H_1diJeA6aduwWkCNXaQ74EC6e_1Nxh03CMSPATOPYDN5mYW91CDI21KYVpiVe0pn_Di7FTIuZuSNP7W6PpjTJxij92aXsyhu3odfWW-8JJTtu35PKkR9bMF9xSPnbr9PhVyUw8J-4h/s320/ra.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350035817740924642" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande';"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I make noises of a woman who has been nursing hurt from a long time ago, like an apple that was bruised long before it was ripe. These bruises run deep, close to my core.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I fear for the one who chooses me, venturing to peel back my hopeful skin.</span></div></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"><br /></span></div>Danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08110905065573230030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4307801972412362667.post-86689974666350804552009-02-02T10:01:00.000-08:002010-04-06T14:43:14.096-07:00Kelly Ann<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfn8x72-ZEWytBfgbxr4wnClzAWFDc_Yy0VBf1FOlG2ymQIGgBUedQQmrkDc1xzzTNUHgsqFyYDJ1BPQ0Ue7e8kUFPuP6ffseOk51BUOoILvoYuc-lc-xndPK48CWEhAv3xFJ4fg7Buciw/s1600-h/n502651959_1326765_8366.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfn8x72-ZEWytBfgbxr4wnClzAWFDc_Yy0VBf1FOlG2ymQIGgBUedQQmrkDc1xzzTNUHgsqFyYDJ1BPQ0Ue7e8kUFPuP6ffseOk51BUOoILvoYuc-lc-xndPK48CWEhAv3xFJ4fg7Buciw/s200/n502651959_1326765_8366.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298263752167178370" /></a>you are a lion, a crazy lion<div>you are a peach, a fuzz wuzzy peach</div><div>you are a squeegee, a flopy doppy squeegee</div><div>you are an old shoe, falling apart from the inside out</div><div><div>your hair is like dark solid amber</div><div>your teeth are like sharp daggers </div><div>your neck is like the stem of a poppy </div><div>your shoulders are like ice cream in a cone</div><div>your eyes are like glass marbles </div><div>your chin is like a nib without ink on it</div><div>your ears are like ribbons</div></div>Danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08110905065573230030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4307801972412362667.post-58448102993654498742009-02-01T10:14:00.000-08:002010-04-06T14:43:40.436-07:00RACHEL<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/118/88/769742654/n769742654_498766_246.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 403px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/118/88/769742654/n769742654_498766_246.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">you are an angel with red wings, wings with silver shoulder blades</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">you are a copper pipe, shiny and new</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">your voice is like a harp, flowing like a river</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">your smile is like the sunrise, beaming </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">your eyes are like the moon, twinkling on the still waters</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">your elbows are like a swans neck, curved and soft</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">your toes are like dancing mice, skipping about in the dust in the corners </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">your hands are like butterflies, warming in the sun</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">your neck is like a temple wall, smooth and strong</span></div><div><br /></div></div>Danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08110905065573230030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4307801972412362667.post-24185932679275729962008-03-08T11:21:00.000-08:002008-09-18T17:59:33.078-07:00I Spy - by kelly ann<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/187/448044838_dcc8aa7736_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 297px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/187/448044838_dcc8aa7736_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">My window is my glass.<br />My magnifying looking half-full glass. The glass window that shows<br />The World<br />My World<br />My World as The World.<br />When it rains for days,<br />My world mixes in gold-flecked daisies with those raindrops.<br />When the apple tree blossoms,<br />My quilted tree next to it pushes out kites of gingham and calico.<br />When the rabbits in the field next to the apple tree frolic,<br />My long-legged starfish perch under the quilted tree,<br />Stretching their legs to reach the rabbits’ passing feet.<br />When the boys next door chase the rabbits in the field next to the apple tree,<br />My fantastically oversized frog lies in wait for those boys-<br />Cage in hand, ready to capture those pink plundering punks and bring them back to his pad.<br />My windowpane separates My World from The World.<br />Sometimes combining the two worlds as one<br />Making it hard to tell the real from the more real.<br />Which is which?<br />I spy what I spy not what I see.</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br />Which is just the way I like it.<br />_______________________________________<br />Poem By: </span><a href="http://walkpennylane.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Kelly Ann</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br />Photo By:</span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/meta-cognitive/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> </span></a></span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/meta-cognitive/"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">beetlebailey75</span></span></a>Danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08110905065573230030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4307801972412362667.post-64943126531278370082008-03-04T01:12:00.000-08:002010-04-06T14:41:50.071-07:00Dana’s “Senior Will” 2005<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><u style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Kelly Ann</span></u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> – I’m going to “will” (whatever that means) you that one guy that we saw at Disney Land who made our heads bonk and got ice cream on our faces. I “will” you the sport of trash can mauling as our new sport. I “will” you all the crazy raccoons in my backyard who stop yelping when we turn on the lights. I “will” you the rights to watch The Phantom of the Opera with me while I play with the umbrella in an echoy hall and it breaks and sounds really loud (that sounded intelligent). I “will” you speed walking in the mall while walking with Rybran. I “will” you those crazy stories in our books and all those crazy movies we love watching, such as: Wonder Woman (original), Footloose (mosquito), Breakfast Club (you're a neo maxi zoom dweebie ), Wolf Man (scream), The Severed Arm (no blood), That Crazy Christmas Movie (elves with eye shadow), Donnie Darko (smurfs), and last but not lease … The 7 Lucky Ninjas (Your _! Your wearing no __!!! **crazy music sounds**). I “will” you all the dancing in the rain and hide & seek in the dark as long as you want! I don’t will you those killer hidding spots of mine (on top of the fridge and the Christmas tree box). I will you all the ice cream with moose tracks as you want and that one time that we were trying to eat ice cream in secret (like 3 yrs ago) and the ice cream fell off the spoon like 5 times but we ate it anyway. I “will” you all the shark videos ever made except Open Water…that movie should burn. I “will” you all the weed sharks and dead people in lakes all around the world. I “will” you my dad with his video camera footage of huge tall trees, one huge ant and some random ducks. I “will” you my mom who tried to kill us with 100lb’s of peanut butter. I “will” you the A sides tennis courts too. I “will” you a lot of sharpies and a lot of encouragement cards that counted down to </span><st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Disney</span></st1:placename><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span><st1:placetype st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Land</span></st1:placetype></st1:place><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">. I “will” you unlimited candles during Valentine’s Day dinners. I “will” you the snap peas and lighter for much coughing fun. I “will” you all the blue gummies in the gummy snack pouches. I “will” you new feet when you have frozen yours off by walking in the snow to much watching Jeff kill himself down that hill. I “will” you all the stares and mattresses that can make the perfect slide. I “will” you all the Spanish sitcoms that we can voice for, and Damian. I “will” you many monkey noises in the middle of the night out the window. I “will” you all the hider trees that have the potential of hiding kidnappers from view so that my mom could yell at us to be careful. I “will” you that guy who was outside our window at </span><st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Bass</span></st1:placename><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span><st1:placetype st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Lake</span></st1:placetype></st1:place><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> who climbed over that fence into the field of weeds. PORK MOTHA, ANGEL MOTHA! I “will” you Rybran’s laugh and our lil FOP. I “will” you that crazy guy in hot topic that seems to always be there when we are. I “will” you all the cat toys that hang from the ceiling and all the fishing fish that you can brand on the bathroom light. I “will” you the short ghost at the </span><st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Haunted</span></st1:placename><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span><st1:placetype st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Mansion</span></st1:placetype></st1:place><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> and Bamboo (Balloo). I “will” you that guy who said “FO FO FO” at </span><st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Disney</span></st1:placename><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span><st1:placetype st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Land</span></st1:placetype></st1:place><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">. I “will” you Organic Lima Bean Juice and those lil asian crackers my mom ate all the time when we were at Bass Lake that we used in that food fight we had in the living room. I “will” you all the debree we found in the lake and Rybran’s intelligent look. I “will” you the restaurant, El Sid and unlimited hot chocolate with Mexican and humming birds. I “will” you Lambert the sheepish lion. And last but not least, I “will” you my love forever and always!!!! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Jon Wat</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> – I first “will” you that porcupine noise on my computer. I “will” you my right arm so you can keep up above my heart (so I won’t die) and so that you can poke my funny bone. I “will” you many crazy laughs while lying on your back in an ice skating rink place. I “will” you as many special notes as I can pass. If I had a wombat, I would will it to you. I “will” you “SCRATCH! CHICKEN SCRATCH!!!” I “will” you 17 e-mails on your next birthday. I “will” you the Mike Catching Net, so you can catch him anytime you want. I “will” you my family room floor, my trampoline and my swing. I “will” you as many back itchings as you want. I “will” you the sun, so you can be tan forever. I “will” you unlimited wining, when that someone is gone. I “will” you to watch the whole Band of Brothers without interruption. I “will” you 1,000 black mice just because. I “will” you all the time in the world and last of all, I “will” you my heart and soul.</span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Katie Good</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> – I “will” you my love! Forever! I love you Katie Good! </span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Garcia </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">– I “will” you a green cat named Wilber. I “will” you any CD’s that’s I have that you want. I “will” you a zebra, who is scared of the dark and can’t take showers due to a hoof infection that cannot be exposed to water and he only can drink organic savanna grass juice from the Savanna Squeez Smoothies and Fresh Juice Shop.</span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Megan Kamp</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> – I “will” you all my love and fun memories we have shared since 7</span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">th</span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> grade. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">(wow - good times)</span></span><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style=""><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08110905065573230030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4307801972412362667.post-50938310491639470502008-02-29T15:22:00.001-08:002010-04-06T14:42:31.428-07:00Hunger<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2138/2266309667_ff89b1dd28.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 420px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2138/2266309667_ff89b1dd28.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">My tummy is getting empty now</span></span><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br />I haven’t eaten since 12pm today</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p><br />I will not eat again until 7pm tomorrow<br /></span></span><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br />I know what it feels like to be full</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p><br />I know what it feels like to be sick</span></span><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> because I am to full</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p><br />I know what it feels like to not want food because I am full<br /></span></span><pre style=";font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I can get food when ever I want to</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p><br />If I don’t like what we have at home</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p><br />I hop in my car and go buy something I want</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p><br />No bacteria, no worries of getting sick from it<br /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p>They have never been full</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p><br />They don’t know what if feels like<br /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p>They’re tummies are empty every day</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p><br />Crying themselves to sleep because it hurts</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p><br />They are weak and diseased</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p><br />They don’t stand a chance </span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p>They will not make it if they don’t eat</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p><br />Most of them don’t make it at all</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p><br />Never knowing what it feels like to be full</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p><br />Never knowing what its like to be strong</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p><br />Never knowing what its like to be full for one day<br /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></pre><pre><span><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">But there is hope</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span><span style=";font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.worldvision.org/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br />World Vision</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /><br />photo from </span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kurushumrigar/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">HERE</span></a></span><o:p></o:p></span></pre>Danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08110905065573230030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4307801972412362667.post-552522001133626722008-02-26T15:48:00.000-08:002010-04-06T14:49:37.255-07:00Not Worth Reading<div style="text-align: left;"><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">teal dew moistens the willow feathers</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1108/868413830_2bcab3bca3.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 194px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1108/868413830_2bcab3bca3.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">as the lily froth ooze</span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">footprints of poison.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">wet thrashing suspense in a navy red box</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br />whispers dragon fire, curling in wisps.<br /></span></span><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">timid blades swindle at the zenith<br /><br />___________________________<br />picture from </span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/imagemcompartilhada/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">HERE</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;"> </span><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>Danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08110905065573230030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4307801972412362667.post-50413814010902678092008-02-26T15:39:00.000-08:002010-07-02T11:46:27.157-07:00Brother<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikrVh-IFq-PLsS7cPwl7vUiDuLSEV6SHRb-IX1WQRFpecGyF_dm76vLfGpen0hmnhIT8DFfLtFooEejTHy51Yr42dhEsbt9toZf6p6Kua7R_RLKCKYvol8kAyc-mSosultkX9XgINSmLvw/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikrVh-IFq-PLsS7cPwl7vUiDuLSEV6SHRb-IX1WQRFpecGyF_dm76vLfGpen0hmnhIT8DFfLtFooEejTHy51Yr42dhEsbt9toZf6p6Kua7R_RLKCKYvol8kAyc-mSosultkX9XgINSmLvw/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171438403915957762" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Strong like venom,</span></span><div><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">from a cobra to the eyes.</span></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Stressed like the beams,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p><br />of an old ancient building.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Growing lines of experience, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p><br />like the cracks in a brick fire place.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Stern as a grand father clock.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">No sleep, only hibernation,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p><br />as a bear waiting for spring. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Quiet as a dying moth,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p><br />in inky darkness.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Crooked front tooth, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p><br />like a coble stone out of place.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Scarred face that remembers,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p><br />friction from the pavement.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Polished,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p><br />a new gold metal.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Lazy barn owl gazing, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p><br />at you from the rafters.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Crazy like the white foam, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p><br />that dances out of reach of the swift river.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Tired, weathered,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p><br />like an old boat.<br /><br /></span></span><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Proud, tall<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p>the mountain puma.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> <o:p></o:p></span></p></div>Danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08110905065573230030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4307801972412362667.post-9309623551041186952008-02-26T15:23:00.000-08:002010-04-06T14:42:49.798-07:00Random<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2413/2235480980_2d977529c8_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 412px; height: 274px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2413/2235480980_2d977529c8_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">The moon, broken off like an arctic glacier plummeting into the cold blue</span></span><p style="margin-left: 21pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span style=""></span></span></span></span><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">A red flower, brilliant as the burning embers of a dying fire</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="margin-left: 21pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Her fingers, delicate as thinly spun sugar</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="margin-left: 21pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">The island stretches out from the coast<br />like a giraffe kneeling to drink </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="margin-left: 21pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span style=""></span></span></span><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Your backbone ridged like randomly placed river rocks on the shore </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="margin-left: 21pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Soft as the sound of a wasp walking on a window pane </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="margin-left: 21pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span style=""></span></span></span><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">That bicyclist, careening downhill like a hawk dive-bombing for its next victim </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="margin-left: 21pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Crazy bird! Its song like the lightning that illuminates the summer night sky </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="margin-left: 21pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span style=""></span></span></span><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">His monotonous voice like the steady marching of the soldiers </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="margin-left: 21pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span style=""></span></span></span><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">She spun off like a fly, its wings violently plucked from its body</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="margin-left: 21pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Days pass like the golden wheat grows in the amber fields</span></span></p><p style="margin-left: 21pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">____________________________________<br />photo from </span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/photo%20from%20http://www.flickr.com/photos/23064147@N05/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">HERE</span></a><br /></span></p>Danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08110905065573230030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4307801972412362667.post-80362291571155444092008-02-26T15:20:00.000-08:002008-09-18T17:56:56.210-07:00Elephants<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.poster.net/dali-salvador/dali-salvador-les-elephants-7700196.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.poster.net/dali-salvador/dali-salvador-les-elephants-7700196.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">The long legs that stretch to the heavens like the cattails by the river.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> </span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">The knees, large as wheelbarrows riding up mountains with gray stone in them.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Ears that flap in the wind like sails of a pirate ship, tattered and warn.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Sharp and weathered, drooping from the skull, like stiff ribbon on a package, tusks.</span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Like broken charcoal, tents jut from the old rounded backs and point to the blackness above.</span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Trunks that extend to the skies with curled tips like grape vines.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:10;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">The sky burns red like the eyes of a panther.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span><span style=";font-size:10;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br />The clouds, cold and dark like the black death.</span></span></span><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;"><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08110905065573230030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4307801972412362667.post-68427588043337453662008-02-26T15:11:00.000-08:002008-12-10T02:43:51.597-08:00Random<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvMpMoqKDvooBX5WXFRIhgMxL_d8lm98FIkaNDIbCSCv6HY-LbWvrAp8Jv6SX2FoetoZzptoV7ZUOqQGPwdW2dZkSiSqUCus546FBXLvAznMpn3HCn6BZEDFLT7fZtw0j8zQDI0C2pf63E/s1600-h/Calvin9.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 169px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvMpMoqKDvooBX5WXFRIhgMxL_d8lm98FIkaNDIbCSCv6HY-LbWvrAp8Jv6SX2FoetoZzptoV7ZUOqQGPwdW2dZkSiSqUCus546FBXLvAznMpn3HCn6BZEDFLT7fZtw0j8zQDI0C2pf63E/s320/Calvin9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171431274270246386" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Rushing past the yellow corn, tears escaping my eye corners<br />Thrashing through the fire that licks salt less tears dry</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p><br />Dragon colors flash in my head</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br />Voices scream with silence that make my ears bleed and my </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p>head pound </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p><br />Daydreams fade away into the fields of clover</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p><br />Footprints melt the stone and leave memories in my mind </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p>Ocean creatures retreat into the depths</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p><br />Froth suffocates the eyes of a mother </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p><br />Red sounds her cry of sorrow</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br />Secrets that will never be told<br /></span></span><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">The lily blooms with the call of the Dragon</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br />Hushed and hurries are the many Voices</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br />There are many who Daydream</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br />But few that have memory Footprints</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br />Stinging colors spring a crossed the Ocean</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br />Shrill cries drip Froth</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br />The round train tracks blaze Red</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span><span style=";font-size:10;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br />Scattered a cross the dirt are untold Secrets</span></span><o:p></o:p></span>Danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08110905065573230030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4307801972412362667.post-39014959329958014972008-02-26T14:39:00.000-08:002008-09-18T17:56:17.229-07:00Night Street<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/99/307356744_053cc546cc.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 212px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/99/307356744_053cc546cc.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">the glow of lights were absent<br />the street was calm.<br /><br />rain was falling like little pink worms<br />with camouflage parachutes.<br />extended yielding moist.<br /><br />the sky showed no vibrant color<br />it was in black and white,<br />like sticking your head in the ocean<br />and opening your eyes<br />to see the blackness of the deep ripples.<br />the long fingers touching the inside of your eyes,<br />that makes you open your eyes wider,<br />even though the salt stings deep inside.<br /><br />the tree by the faded blue gate.<br />old and decayed like my grandfather.<br />bark flaking off like diseased skin.<br />leaves growing thinner like silver hair.<br />parasites crawl in and out like cancer<br />never leaving.<br />there, only to kill.<br />alone with no one to take care of it,<br />discarded and forgotten like a butterfly<br />whose wings had been touched.<br />helpless.<br /><br />the smell of clean wet exhaust up<br />from the black street.<br />the street that shows no blemish.<br />the hot smell fills the air like<br />a carnival fills the air with sound.<br />_____________________________________________<br />I found this photo on www.flickr.com and i really liked it and thought it would go well. even though its not anything close to what is in my poem. this is who's photo this is - </span></span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vasho/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">CLICK</span></span></a><br /></span>Danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08110905065573230030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4307801972412362667.post-47494140851662838802008-02-26T14:17:00.000-08:002008-12-10T02:43:51.748-08:00The Cat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm-e85aAvbDdUvEmnk1RNNjwpYgTGV7kBkcRD-TJVcl5EJv6_4je0pdSJr34BERrBATHy40JA8i3Mf2aGngBBIWHeuDGJtcl7XeGBcdS7aCLugdn9KHUZm9506gPFRZjB9nnk9OAz1vo-G/s1600-h/Calvin5.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 147px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm-e85aAvbDdUvEmnk1RNNjwpYgTGV7kBkcRD-TJVcl5EJv6_4je0pdSJr34BERrBATHy40JA8i3Mf2aGngBBIWHeuDGJtcl7XeGBcdS7aCLugdn9KHUZm9506gPFRZjB9nnk9OAz1vo-G/s320/Calvin5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171417178187580834" border="0" /></a><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">The cat sings songs of birds in cages<br />As he dances around the bed,<br /><br />The song brought down from many ages<br />When he was a kitten they filled his head;<br /><br />The lights were out and the streets were calm<br />Dust danced along the sill,<br /><br />The song flowed like a psalm<br />And the room stood oh so still;<br /><br />The cat then stopped his little song<br />He stared out the window pane,<br /><br />He had been singing all night long<br />His eyes blazed bright with flame<br /><br />He turned to curl up in his little bed<br />To sing no more for he was dead.</span></span></span>Danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08110905065573230030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4307801972412362667.post-61881442347223675902008-02-26T14:02:00.000-08:002008-09-18T17:54:28.450-07:00The City<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-252.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v105/218/39/551930252/n551930252_1493601_1153.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 306px;" src="http://photos-252.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v105/218/39/551930252/n551930252_1493601_1153.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">The sky is a giant pearl that shines with different colored light</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><br /></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">The street reflects the sky like the refection of yourself when you swim underwater upside-down</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><br /></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">The caterpillar cars line the street in perfect proportion with fuzzy light gleaming off the windows</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><br /></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">The buildings are like dead pine trees, hollowed out for its parasites to live</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><br /></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">A pothole in the street turns into a silver dollar, the vents are cheese graders belching stream</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><br /></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">The street lamps are dinosaurs craning their necks to soak up the last bit of delicious sun light</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><br /></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">A lost dog wonders the street like an airplane searching for survivors</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><br /></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Trees, green and feeble, suck the bitter air for any last bit of strength</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><br /></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Birds are brightly colored confetti falling from the sky with violent grace and purpose</span></span></span></span>Danahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08110905065573230030noreply@blogger.com0