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Ecstasy of Two
05 January 2006
Massage my back
rub my feet
Hold my heart
and on you repeat
Those hands gentle to touch
you body soft to shoulder rub
This kind of thing done
in gentile and that of love
Two bodies naked to breathe
wrestling in souls unified
dripping with sweat
Being with you
in that of desire
Your beauty
another of
taste eat
Massage my back
rub my feet
Hold my heart
and on you I will
in kindness repeat
“For Adam was first formed, then Eve. And Adam was not deceived,
but the woman being deceived was in the transgression.
Notwithstanding she shall be saved in childbearing, if they
continue in faith and charity and holiness with sobriety.”
1 Timothy 2:13-15 KJV
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Extraordinary
31 January 2006
Extraordinary
just to love
And not worry about
yesterdays anticipation
To know she was real
and her eyes were green
Her smile—her face
her bonnie being of her own
She fit the picture
and looked at home
But where was life
her heart to feel in beat
Yesterday is tomorrow
if only to know today
She being extraordinary
just to love and know
“In the right light, at the right time,
everything is extraordinary.”
Wendy Magruder
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Colostrum of Soul
16 February 2006
A garland of flowers
like breasts upon a woman
Soft to gentle touch
as to a tattooed butterfly
A symbol of lastness
as to an eternal dream
Texture to nurture
each nibble a succulent delight
Milk of kindness infantile in flavour
this mammary of pleasure
An attraction of the knight
her body a lustfulness maid
Where was heaven
this woman of love
Her child lactating
colostrum of the soul
“Then he looked up at her with that awful appeal in his
full, glowing eyes. She was utterly incapable of resisting it.
From her breast flowed the answering, immense yearning
over him; she must give him anything, anything.”
“Lady Chatterley’s Lover” (1928)
D. H (David Herbert) Lawrence (1885-1930)
English novelist, story writer, critic, poet and painter
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A Knight of Dream
18 February 2006
Was such a dream
reality to naked souls
Pillows and sheets
that tattoo of ink
near her left breast
One night of sleeping
one night of rest
Two bodies united
together in time of place
A reality of her
next to his face
Breathing - whispering
that brushed cotton sheet
Its pattern on cream to white
all to be there just that night
Across the carpet
a romantic scent in the air
A knight of dream
her and he did share
“Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things
which escape those who dream only by night.”
Edgar Allan Poe (1809 - 1849) “Eleonora”
US short story author and poet
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Mother of Michelle
05 March 2006
Mother of Michelle
heart and soul
This girl who
it was God stole
Taken if not borrowed
a new angel sent forth
Her happiness a heart - gifted
to heaven on road to course
Mother of Michelle
she will never forget
Her daughter’s love
those tears she has wept
Taken by never from a heart
Mother of Michelle
to death do thy
truly depart
~ Michelle Lee Jameson ~
who lived eight wonderful years, and her mommy,
Martie Odell-Ingebretsen
Born Oct. 28, l965 and died Feb. 21, l974
California, USA
“Michelle, ma belle ,These are words that go together well
My Michelle, Michelle, ma belle
Sont des mots qui vont tre's bien ensemble
Tre's bien ensemble
I love you, I love you, I love you
that's all I want to say, Until I find a way
I will say the only words I know you'll understand”
Beatles-Michelle (John Lennon/ Paul McCartney)
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Beauty of the Maori
16 March 2006
Kia ora - ka pai - tena koutou -to you
the beauty of the Maori in language true
Ngati o te Ariki - te Atua and tama
words known to a land of New Zealand
Greetings and welcome
Haere Mai in verse made
Come forth and sing along in waiata
of wakas setting forth upon an ocean blue
Te Reo Maori - the Maori Language
New Zealand the voice of Aotearoa
The land of the long while cloud
translation of words in voice to speak
Unknown in ways toward unique
Ra the sun of Egypt in spirit
This beauty - these words to seek
Polynesian grace this Totara of faith
Kia ora is a Maori (Polynesian) language greeting which has entered New Zealand English.
It means literally “be well/healthy” and is used for both “Hello” and “goodbye”. It also signifies
agreement with a speaker at a meeting. Other Maori greetings, “Tena koe” (one person),
“Tena korua” (two people) or “Tena koutou” (three or more people) are also widely used, as
well as the phrase for goodbye, “Haere ra”. Maori is one of the two official languages of
New Zealand, the other being English.
Other Maori phrases include:
Aotearoa: - New Zealand (translated to mean: The land of the long while cloud)
Haere Mai: - Welcome; Ka pai: - Good; Ngati:- Tribe; o: - of; Ra:- sun;
Tama: - son or boy child; Te: - the;
Te Ariki:- The Lord (Chief, Jesus Christ)
Te Atua: - The Almighty (God, Heavenly Father)
Te Reo Maori: - the Maori Language
Totara: Maori name of a Tree species unique to New Zealand (also used in reference to noble
or strong, for example the death of a well known and admired person: “the mighty Totara has fallen”)
Waiata: - song; Waka: - canoe
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Elegant to Heart
31 March 2006
With elegance her heart breathes
a refreshment of refining breath to savour
In lusts shadow—love was but a word
to communicate yet untainted to appeal
Her eyes and smile tender
hair golden to this beauty within
Unfeigned - yet unfailing
emotionally purging in therapy
A flavour of humanity to quest
her intellect all to prime resource
This heart to Canaan in wonder
a birth of friendship in a child newborn
Of a gift of strength - unified in Christ
her being a surrender to partake
Over reality to balance that of sin
the mother - the future of mankind
“All the while my breath is in me,
and the spirit of God is in my nostrils;”
Job 27: 3 KJV
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If Only to Dream
08 April 2006
This love, this belief
Her understanding
a nakedness underneath
My Tammy, oh, a sigh of relief
Her beauty , a heart
Her truth each day
A fineness, this serenity
come what may
Just to be right
known so true
This moment
of me and you
Pure to heart
clear and serene
If only to live
if only to dream
“And said, Naked came I out of my mother’s womb,
and naked shall I return thither: the LORD gave, and the
LORD hath taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD.”
Job 1: 21 KJV
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Of Hour Share
05 August 2005
Don’t walk away from trouble
when pain does set it
Don’t make tomorrow
what yesterday has been
For to be in arms held of warmth
where care was everything to the world
To raise your banner and in ensign unfurled
Look to Him and reach out
for happenings to come your way
Listen - listen - listen
for still small whispering to say
Come, come all ye saints
no toil nor labor to bare
Just to come unto Christ
and in Him each day of hour share
“Come, come, ye Saints,
no toil nor labor fear;
But with joy wend your way.
Thought hard to you this journey may appear,
Grace shall be as your day.”
Lyrics of the Hymn “Come, Come, Ye Saints
text by William Clayton, USA (1814-1879)
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A Psalm for Tania
16 April 2006
If I could love you
I’d love you like tomorrow
I’d love you like everything to hold
This love, this standing
This blessed, in between
To know you, to love you
to reach out to touch every bit
you stand for
Was it love, was it beauty
could this be something to ignore
Eyes, moist, a heart beating
pounding
This love, was it you
could I love evermore
Such thoughts, such sorrow
such desire
Distance stretched
This love, this thunder
my lightening
to give
“My Lightening to Give”
“Master, which is the great commandment in the law? Jesus said unto him,
Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul,
and with all thy mind. This is the first and great commandment. And
the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.
On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets.”
Matthew 22:36-40 KJV
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Doomsday Cooking
17 April 2006
Daylight saving
when the world counts back
Those hours of sunshine
and barbecued sausages to snack
What was it for
because time was a measure
Not in truth an element
to plug in and burn at leisure
One hour metered on a line
that place where . . .
longitude and latitude cross
When on trees there were leaves
and the sun never really was lost
Daylight saving
this wayward thing
That morning and night
God never in truth did bring
“IN the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And the
earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face
of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the
waters. And God said, Let there be light: and there was light. And
God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from
the darkness. And God called the light Day, and the darkness he
called Night. And the evening and the morning were the first day.”
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Dreams of Ontario County
17 April 2006
It was a lonely night, but you were there
Each memory of a dream
a girl in tallness and red hair
Her eyes like diamonds, sparking in time past
This sleep, at rest, a dream that could not last
Addresses exchanged, mercy given,
a pledge made. - My actress on her stage of being
debonair in her beauty, void of age
Timeless, forever an eternal understanding
as to those berries of flower
Much like a Hollyhock
fruit of a merciful past
this kiss, our first and last
Was it Ontario Province in Canada, or Ontario City, a settlement of the state of California,
USA. Or Ontario County in New York state, in the United States of America. An eternal
Ontario, much as to a night of dreams.
Ontario County is a county located in the state of New York, USA. The county seat is the
city of Canandaigua. The name is a corruption of the Iroquois word meaning “beautiful lake.”
Ontario (On-tar-i-o) A province of east-central Canada. It joined the Canadian confederation
in 1867. First visited by French explorers in the early 1600s, it passed to the British in 1763
and became part of the province of Quebec in 1774. It was called Upper Canada after its
division from Quebec (then Lower Canada) in 1791. Reunited with Lower Canada in 1841,
it became a separate province with the formation of the confederation.
Lake Ontario is the smallest of the Great Lakes, between southeast Ontario, Canada, and
northwest New York, USA. The St. Lawrence Seaway and Welland Ship Canal connect with
the lake to afford passage by ocean going vessels to the other Great Lakes.
Ontario City the largest city in San Bernadino County, is found in southern California, USA,
east of the City of Los Angeles. It is a residential and industrial centre in a citrus-growing
region . There is also an Ontario City in the state of Oregon, USA.
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Together in Dream
17 April 2006
Of a life looking for dreams
those loved ones to hold
Not wanting to walk away from hope
Each day a summer, to content in warmth
where winter was a season unknown
This life, a truth, to and gather growing
Understood from ways inside
captured in an endless sleep
Not wanting to awake,
only in this heart to keep
This sweet hot touch
the sunshine of a soul inside
Where everything was spring
no autumn or fall
Living a life alone
“If there were no words. No way to speak
I would still hear you. If there were no tears
No way to feel inside. I'd still feel for you
And even if the sun refused to shine
Even if romance ran out of rhyme
You would still have my heart until the end of time
‘Cause all I need is you, my Valentine
You're all I need, my love, my Valentine”
Lyrics Martina McBride: Valentine
Album: Evolution - 1997
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Blame it on Fear
17 April 2006
I fear you, because
you don’t respond
I fear you, because
of a broken heart
I fear your love
as if you have loved me
Then I know, this was not love
but fear, I was unable to love in kind
So much to barriers
watery graves to deepen
Time the burden transferred
to look into your eyes and know
this fear was real, in ways to communicate
For your heart was lightening
your beat a symphony
Where fear has legs and footsteps
while I am unable to step
“And he saith unto them, Why are ye fearful,
O ye of little faith? . . .”
Matthew 8: 26 KJV
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A Canada to Love
15 April 2006
Was there a place
from Belleville to Kingston dream
This road, this path, off the ‘Four Oh One’
a foundation to build upon a Napanee heart
On the banks of the Napanee River
this land of Robert Clark
Where a Prime Minister
would practice law
Just to walk down
Dundas Street and smile
Holding hands, if that was
what love was all about
Happiness was it real
this good year in ways to step
Eastern Ontario
a Canada to love
Greater Napanee (2001 population 15,132) is a town in, and the seat of Lennox and
Addington County in eastern Ontario, Canada approximately 40 kilometres west of Kingston.
The town was settled by Loyalists in the late 18th century and was first incorporated in
1854. The settlement was first known as ‘Clarksville’, after Robert Clark, who built a grist mill
on the Napanee River. Sir John A. Macdonald, Canada’s first prime minister, who practiced law
in Napanee, was said to have an affinity for the town, and many surveys have said Napanee
to be one of the prettiest towns in the Ontario province.
The main streets are Dundas Street (east-west) and Centre Street (north-south). Dundas
Street is part of former Provincial Highway Number Two, also know as Kingston Road, and
travels from Toronto in the west and onward to Kingston in the east. Centre Street travels
through the centre of the town from the modern commercial area close to Highway 401
to the downtown and onwards to rural townships south of the town.
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East is East
15 April 2006
Sweet Tania
as God hold’s your hand
reach out and understand
the beauty from within
your heart, the world
breathe deep, and take this in
God loves you
the world knows you are strong
never let anyone say
your beauty was wrong
Just a few words
from a kind heart
A tear drop in the corner of an eye
your understanding, no question to why
As the words sing out
“you’re so beautiful”
A song this heart does hear
whisper, understand, please
never fear
“While he yet spake, there came from the ruler of the
synagogue’s house certain which said, Thy daughter is
dead; why troublest thou the Master any further? As soon
as Jesus heard the word that was spoken, he saith unto
the ruler of the synagogue, Be not afraid, only believe.”
Mark 5: 35-36 KJV
“While he yet spake, there cometh one from the ruler of the
synagogue’s house, saying to him, Thy daughter is dead;
trouble not the Master. But when Jesus heard it, he answered
him saying, Fear not: believe only, and she shall be made whole.”
Luke 8: 49-50 KJV
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Somewhere in Ontario
02 April 2006
From somewhere in Ontario
a tree does grow
Not just any tree
a ‘Tania’ tree to know
For what was beauty
in God of creation to view
This place of dew point to stand
no ocean to drift and shine
This place of water in a lake to wet
a place in Ontario and Tania, never to forget
Mysterious eyes - mischief upon her cheek
a mother, not looking, but knowing to find
Her man of amour and a knight in kind
Somewhere in Ontario - a capital state
provincial bounds of this place within
A place to run and mutual in respect to win
“Tania, our song will go on forever
just like a clear sky of blue
Tania our hearts make music together
sweet Tania my song is for you”
Lyrics: Tania - John Rowels (1978)
Born on 26th March 1947 in Whakatane and
raised in Kawerau in the Bay Of Plenty, New Zealand
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Where Boredom was Grace
08 April 2006
Just to love you
as you are
Any marks, any points
even a personal scar
To look into your eyes
see the smile to your face
A whispering in thoughts
to your personal grace
Has it been said already
how unique you have become
Like any number in a book
a page creased in momentum of sum
Tania, beauty from within
a spirit from her soul found
Just in know in this heart
it was good to know you were around
“And he said unto him, If now I have found grace in thy sight,
then shew me a sign that thou talkest with me.”
Judges 6: 17 KJV
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Tarnished Beauty
10 April 2006
Beauty was your eyes
your sun, your heart
Never let it say
it was another
These ways of attachment
those parts added extra
Void to pierce unfrequented
away from required addition
To tarnish her being
by way permanent
Did she know
where love is
Unable to go back
only one road forward
In desire of herself
seeing beauty through her eyes
“And again another scripture saith,
They shall look on him whom they pierced.”
John 19: 37 KJV
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A Napanee Smile
16 April 2006
To wish, to love
to be as kind and gentle as you
This road and this path
of the ‘Four oh One’
A place to find a rainbow
to stand there, in addition the sun
A light from your eyes of blue
no dust, or tarnish to hide from
Just two people touching
feeling flesh next to flesh
Was it love
maybe this was not to question
For truth had a way of holding hands
given enough to smile, far beyond the moon
Then we know it was yesterday
then in a trueness long before
Spirits of a pre-existence
the land before time began
Those days we once held hands
and were never alone on Dundas Street
The main streets of Napanee, Ontario, Canada are: Dundas Street (east-west) and Centre
Street (north-south). Dundas Street is part of former Provincial Highway Number Two, also
know as Kingston Road, and travels from Toronto in the west and onward to Kingston in the
east. Centre Street travels through the centre of the town from the modern commercial area
close to Highway 401 to the downtown and onwards to rural townships south of the town.
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