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don’t know why
i  didn’t cum
you gave me all you had to give
would’ve been enough any other day
i wish i knew what else to say

guess i was having a bad,  sad day
i’m sorry if  that got in the way
you know you mean the world to me
but i felt the need to fly away
maybe i’ll be back on another day

i couldn’t stay
not for even one more day
though you invited me along
don’t know why
i didn’t come

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“Don’t Know Why”   Norah Jones

artwork ~   Décor de la salle à manger (House for an art Lover)”  Charles Rennie Mackintosh    {  public domain }

originally posted  12 January 2013

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SPARK 16 by Ainsley Allmark and dani harris { redux }

SPARK 16

Ainsley Allmark

Blackbird

Inspiration piece

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blackbirds

by dani harris

Response
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sun low on the English horizon
silhouetted in a tree
blackbird calling to his Love

here i am,  my Love
waiting patiently
here i am,  my Love
please,  come to me

i hold my breath
to better hear his song
blackbird calling to his Love

here i am,  my Love
and here i will be
here i am,  my Love
until you come to me

i close my eyes…
hear a soft beating of  wings
blackbird calling to her Love

here i am,  my  Beloved
and here i will stay
by your side,  my Beloved
until my very last day

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complete
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by dani harris
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Inspiration piece
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not the light of the sun
nor the dark of the moon
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not the flicker of the stars
nor the tail of a comet
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not the tides of the sea
nor the petals of a flower
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nothing in all the galaxies
can compare to our love
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you are mine
i am yours
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we are complete
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SPARK 16

Ainsley Allmark

Love

Response piece

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this post is to mark the entry of  the collaboration between  Ainsley Allmark   and  i  into   SPARK 16.

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we hope you enjoyed reading this as much as we enjoyed writing and working with the photographs.

see Ainsley’s photographs and poetry at    Dolphin Muse,    Dolphin Visions,    Ainsley’s DolphinDancer twitpic photostream    or  click on any of  the Dolphin links at the bottom of  this page.

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see Ainsley and my entries into
SPARK 15   HERE   and   HERE
SPARK 14   HERE   and   HERE
SPARK 13   HERE   and   HERE
SPARK 12   HERE   and   HERE
SPARK 11   HERE   and   HERE

see my additional entries into
SPARK 10  HERE   and   HERE
SPARK 9    HERE   and   HERE

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originally posted  21 November 2012

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“Blackbird”    The Beatles

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wonder-filled moment

virginal  and  mysterious

gone before it’s met

impossible to breathe in

the nuances of  its meaning

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“please stay”    i whisper plaintively

“a little while…     a little while…

never again shall this come my way

untainted  and  unknown

…i wish to understand”

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time cares not,  continuing in its dance

a wisp of  my experience

an unwitting partner

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the taste of  virginity lost

all that remains upon my lips

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“You Can Leave Your Hat On”    Joe Cocker with choreography by Danyelle Eddy
{disclaimer ~ this song has nothing to do with this poem but i enjoyed the chair dance by real women}

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this poem isn’t meant to refer solely to losing one’s virginity sexually,  but to ANY activity the first time one experiences it ~ it can’t ever be the same because it will never be totally new and unexpected again.  and there isn’t enough time to truly savor the uniqueness of  that first exposure to whatever it is.

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originally posted  16 September 2012

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image above is in the public domain

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∙Ϡ∙ ∙∙ ∙ she ∙ ∙∙ ∙ϡ∙ ∙∙

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she  loves

six-inch stilettos
black leather pants
smoking imported cigarettes
Opium Parfum
and Sara

she  craves

dancing all night
riding motorcycles
getting high
champagne cocktails
and Sara

she defies

gravity
cellulite
laws of  averages
growing older
and Sara

she says fuck off  to

falling to Earth
any color except black
addiction
death
and Sara

∙ϡ∙ ∙Ϡ∙ ∙ϡ∙

∙ϡ ∙Ϡ∙ ϡ∙

∙∙ Ϡ ∙∙

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“Fuck You”   Sara Bareilles

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image ~  “oMfG”  on weheartit.com
{ fair use }

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originally posted  10 January 2013

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“Fuck You”   Sara Bareilles

lyrics ~

I see you driving ’round town
With the girl I love and I’m like,
Fuck you!

I guess the change in my pocket
Wasn’t enough
I’m like, Fuck you!
And fuck her too!

I said, if I was richer, I’d still be with ya
Ha, now ain’t that some shit?
And although there’s pain in my chest
I still wish you the best with a…
Fuck you!

Yeah, I’m sorry, I can’t afford a ferrari,
But that don’t mean I can’t get you there.
I guess she’s an xbox and I’m more atari,
But the way you play your game ain’t fair.

I pity the fool that falls in love with you
Oh shit, she’s a gold digger
Well, just thought you should know
I’ve got some news for you
Yeah go run and tell your little boyfriend

I see you driving ’round town
With the girl I love and I’m like,
Fuck you!

I guess the change in my pocket
Wasn’t enough
I’m like, Fuck you!
And fuck her too!

I said, if I was richer, I’d still be with ya
Ha, now ain’t that some shit?
And although there’s pain in my chest
I still wish you the best with a…
Fuck you!

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ⵈꖓ ∙ꗥ∙ ⵈ unfamiliar ⵈ ∙ꗥ∙ ꖓⵈ

 

 

i lived in constant fear
too much of  this life
fleeting glimpses
still come and go

i recognize it
but it’s unfamiliar
i remember feeling it
but not what it felt like

sorrow was once
my most loyal companion
in reality i was alone
though i clung to my illusions

i recognize it
but it’s unfamiliar
i remember feeling it
but not what it felt like

there are wisps of  anger,
shame and loss behind my eyes;
a faint taste of  pain
lingers on my tongue

i recognize them
but they’re unfamiliar
i remember feeling them
but not what they felt like

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“The Pain is Gone”   Black Lab

originally posted  14 January 2013

artwork ~  “Dream of  a Memory”   Sabin Balasa
{ fair use }

“The Pain is Gone”   Black Lab

lyrics ~

I’ll take a photograph
Whatever makes you laugh
But come on step out of the rain
You’d hate to catch your death
All the life that you got left
Lit up like a candle on your face

There are words that are fadin’
And I’m trying not to say  ‘em
Before they fall into the fog
But every single day, once or twice an hour
The shadow falls away and I see you walking in a straight line

And the pain is gone, the pain is gone
I recognize it but it’s unfamiliar
Now the pain is gone, the pain is gone
I recognize it but it’s unfamiliar

Every year there’s a place
Only you and I go
I didn’t mean to push you
I didn’t mean to laugh when you fell
I didn’t mean to shout when you got hurt
I didn’t mean to argue
I didn’t mean to criticize you
And I’m sorry for saying I didn’t like your skirt

There are demons that are screaming
And I’m trying not to feed them
As I carry water for us through the dirt
I always need you near me, I always need you near me
I don’t know what I’d do if I was walking here without you

And the pain is gone, the pain is gone
I recognize it but it’s unfamiliar
Now the pain is gone, the pain is gone
I recognize it but it’s unfamiliar

Every year there’s a place
Only you and I go
There are things about me
Only you will ever know

And the pain is gone, the pain is gone
I recognize it but it’s unfamiliar
Now the pain is gone, the pain is gone
I recognize it but it’s unfamiliar

Send all my love, send all my love
I recognize it but it’s unfamiliar
Send all my love, send all my love
I recognize it but it’s unfamiliar

There are things about me
Only you will ever know
And this sweet dream will end
And I will wake from this life
Again… and again…
And again… and again… and again

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