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what if…..

i  was born into a family that wanted,  loved and nourished me?
i  learned from my mistakes,  never to repeat them?
i  had opportunities in another life that i  took hold of ?
i  achieved fulfillment in that life from the choices which i  made?
not fame or fortune,  but living to the most of  my potential?

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what if  all that were possible?

i  wouldn’t give up one single person in this life
whom i love or who loves me
for even a moment as that other “perfect” me

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“Another Me”   Kim Sunggyu

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image ~   doppelgänger”  imgarcade.com – online image arcade
{  fair use }

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this is my submission to ~

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Fireblossom Friday:  Another You     at    imaginary garden with real toads
prompt:    write about  “an other you”

thank you for the FABulous prompt, Fireblossom!

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i  just realized  (unless you see it somewhere that i don’t) WordPress is no longer putting the author’s name anywhere above, below or in the post…  i’ll start signing my posts at the bottom with the date.  thanks!

posted by  dani   18 July 2014

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ᆢᅔ • ゐ •ᆢ all of me ᆢ• ゐ • ᅕᆢ

• ゐ •

ᅔ • ゐ • ᅕ

i  was standing still

in a time dulled by shades of  gray

and shadows of  loneliness

until came the day  you looked into me

love pouring  forth  from  your eyes

warming  me with its  glow

suddenly,  i  perceived the world

bright and color-filled

blues ~ reds ~ greens ~ yellows

no longer muted

incandescent and  joyful

you transformed my life

into a dream become our reality

i  have naught to  give  you in return

but  all  of  me

ᆢᅔ • ゐ • ᅕᆢ

ᆢᅔ ゐ ᅕᆢ

ᅔ • ゐ • ᅕ

• ゐ •


“All of  Me”   Josh Kaufman

WE  AM

artwork ~  “unknown title”   Seraphine Louis
{  public domain }

this is my submission to  ~

Fireblossom Friday:  Seraphine Louis     at    imaginary garden with real toads
prompt:    write something inspired by the artwork of  Seraphine Louis

thank you for the FABulous prompt, Fireblossom!

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·᧤ • ᧮ • · i deliver the mail · • ᧮ • ᧴·

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i  deliver the mail

i  suppose it’s simpler now than in the days of  the Pony Express
though i  do love horses (but, unfortunately,  i’m allergic)

it’s definitely faster to have a large bank of  boxes all in one location
so that i  don’t have to go to each and every apartment
especially when they’re spread out to hell and back
(at least they’ve always had a row of  boxes on the ground floor
in buildings with walk-up apartments)
(but have you ever considered how many keys i have to keep straight?)

i  love the streets where the homeowners are legally required
to have mailboxes on posts at the edge of  the curb
so that i don’t even have to turn off  my truck
(unless there’s a package that’s too large for the box)
(boxes get delivered by BigBrown & FedEx more often than not these days)

i  do have to get out of  my truck and walk a few feet at the McMansions,
press a button and wait till a guard shows up to take the mail through the bars
(for they certainly don’t want to open their  heavy,  electrified gates to let me in)
(the rich won’t stand for boxes on posts and they don’t have curbs or sidewalks)

high-rise office buildings are a pain in the butt
because i need a dolly to take the crates overflowing with mail
to each and every fucking suite where the receptionists want to chat
(businesses don’t tip as well at Christmas nowadays as they did pre-George W)

(i’m lucky not to have any old buildings without elevators on my route)

there is one,  and only one,  exception to all the rules
at the verging-on-decrepit house near the top of  Thorn Hill
i  walk through the archway in  the iron fence and up the steps to the veranda
where i  slip the mail through the old brass slot in the door
…..usually addressed to “resident”  or  “occupant”
(because i simply can’t bear the thought of  the loneliness and disappointment
that would surely befall the beautiful woman,
watching for me out the window from behind the antique lace curtain,
if  no mail arrived at all)

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i  stand by my window
every day by noon
anticipation sets my body quivering
i  know she thinks i  await a letter
perhaps from a lover long past
if  only i  had the courage to let her know
the only thing i  await is her

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“The Letter”    Joe Cocker

image ~ via suicideblonde  { fair use }

this is my submission to  ~

Fireblossom Friday.  Postmark:  Poetry!      at    imaginary garden with real toads
prompt:    Write a poem that includes a letter, or stamps, or a mailbox, or a mail person.

thank you for the FABulous prompt, Fireblossom!

NaPoWriMo,  or National Poetry Writing Month,  is an annual project in which participating poets attempt to write a poem a day for the month of April.  { i’ve managed at least one post a day,  but missed a couple of  days poems,  darn it! }

have you entered the

BIG POETRY GIVEAWAY?

just click  HERE  to go to the giveaway post ~  you’ll get all of  the information about what books are being given away and how to enter.
{ two books were written by Fireblossom herself! }

thanks  for  joining  in!

dani

*the giveaway closes at midnight  (12:00am)  Pacific Standard Time USA on the night of  April 30/May 1,  2014.

“The Letter”    Joe Cocker

lyrics ~

Give me a ticket for an airplane
I ain’t got time to take no fast train
Oh, the lonely days are gone..I’m coming home
Well, my baby she wrote me a letter

I don’t care how much I’ve got to spend
I will find my way back home again
Oh the lonely days are gone…I’m coming home
Well, my baby she wrote me a letter

She wrote me a letter
Said she couldn’t live without me no more
Listen to me Mister don’t you here me ravin’
For my baby once more…Anyway

I don’t care how much I’ve got to spend
I will find my way back home again
Oh the lonely days are gone…I’m coming home
My baby wrote me a letter

Well, she wrote me a letter
Said she couldn’t live without me no more
Listen to me Mister don’t you here me ravin’
For my baby once more…Anyway

Give me a ticket for an airplane
I ain’t got time to take no fast train
The lonely days are gone..I’m coming home
Well, my baby wrote me a letter

My baby wrote me a letter
My baby wrote me a letter
My baby wrote me a letter
My baby wrote me a letter

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∙∙ઇ •• ∙ calling all angels ∙ •• ઉ∙∙

∙ ઔ ∙

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∙• ઔ •∙

i am
i am all that i need

there may have been
( and this is rumour only )
there may have been
one time
one time i was in need

and in that time
that time of  need
( the one that’s rumour only )
perhaps
just perhaps,  mind you
a guardian angel
looked out for me

impossible to prove,  i say
i say,  impossible to prove

and as i was all alone
at the time
( the time that’s rumour only )
it cannot be proved

though the fact
that i am here
alive
today
may be all the proof
that’s needed

proof
that there is,  indeed,
an angel watching over me

i shall not tell you more
no,  i shall not tell

for
i am
i am all

all that i need
i am

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ઇ• ઔ •ઉ

∙ઇ • ઔ • ઉ∙


“Calling All Angels”    Train


“Calling All Angels 2″   k.d. lang and Jane Siberry

artwork ~   “The Angel”    Erte
{  fair use }

this is my submission to ~

Birthdays in February    at    imaginary garden with real toads
prompt:   write a new poem for this mini-challenge about individualism


thank you,  Kerry!

and

Fireblossom Friday:  Calling All Angels    at    imaginary garden with real toads
prompt:   write a new poem about an angel in your life and title it “calling all angels”


thank you,  Fireblossom! { so sorry i missed this when you posted it! }

Poetics — Repeat Performance First Time Through    at    dVerse ~ Poets Pub
prompt:   write a poem using repetition
{ please note ~ i even repeated the music video *smile* }

thank you,  Karin!

and

Poetics — Say It Again, Sam    at    dVerse ~ Poets Pub
prompt:   write a poem using repetition  { didn’t someone just say that? }

thank you,  Hedgewitch!
{ i know i already linked in one poem ~ hope you don’t mind that i used your prompt again, Joy. }

Poetry Pantry #187   at     Poets United
submit a new or old poem


thank you,  Mary!

“Calling All Angels”    Train

lyrics ~

I need a sign to let me know you’re here
All of these lines are being crossed over the atmosphere
I need to know that things are gonna look up
Cause I feel us drowning in a sea spilled from a cup
When there is no place safe and no safe place to put my head
When you can feel the world shake from the words that I said

And I’m calling all angels
And I’m calling all you angels

And I won’t give up if you don’t give up
I won’t give up if you don’t give up
I won’t give up if you don’t give up
I won’t give up if you don’t give up

I need a sign to let me know you’re here
Cause my tv set just keeps it all from being clear
I want a reason for the way things have to be
I need a hand to help build up some kind of hope inside of me

And I’m calling all angels
And I’m calling all you angels

When children have to play inside so they don’t disappear
While private eyes solve marriage lies cause we dont talk for years
And football teams are kissing queens and losing sight of having dreams
In a world where all we want is only what we want untill it’s ours

And I’m calling all angels
And I’m calling all you angels
And I’m calling all angels
(I won’t give up if you don’t give up)
And I’m calling all you angels
(I won’t give up if you don’t give up)
Calling all you angels
(I won’t give up if you don’t give up)
Calling all you angels
(I won’t give up if you don’t give up)
Calling all you angels

“Calling All Angels 2″   k.d. lang and Jane Siberry

lyrics ~

Santa Maria, Santa Teresa, Santa Anna, Santa Susannah
Santa Cecilia, Santa Copelia, Santa Domenica, Mary Angelica
Frater Achad, Frater Pietro, Julianus, Petronilla
Santa, Santos, Miroslaw, Vladimir
and all the rest

Oh, a man is placed upon the steps, a baby cries
and high above you can hear
the church bells start to ring
and as the heaviness, oh the heaviness, the body settles in
somewhere you can hear a mother sing

then it’s one foot then the other
as you step out onto the road of hope
step out on that road
how much weight? how much?
then it’s how long? and how far?
and how many times oh, before it’s too late?

calling all angels calling all angels
walk me through this one
don’t leave me alone
calling all angels calling all angels
we’re tryin’ and we’re hopin’
but we’re not sure how…

ah, and every day you gaze upon the sunset
with such love and intensity
why it’s ah, it’s almost as
if you could only crack the code
then you’d finally understand what this all means

ah, but if you could…do you think you would
trade in all, all the pain and suffering?
ah, but then you’d miss
the beauty of the light upon this earth
and the sweetness of the leaving

calling all angels calling all angels
walk me through this one
don’t leave me alone
calling all angels calling all angels
we’re tryin’ and we’re hopin’
but we’re not sure…

calling all angels calling all angels
walk me through this one
don’t leave me alone
calling all angels calling all angels
we’re tryin’ we’re hopin’
we’re hurtin’ we’re lovin’
we’re cryin’ we’re callin’
cause we’re not sure how this goes

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∙ఱ∙ •ౡ• ∙∙ my cloak of secrecy ∙∙ •ౡ• ∙ఱ∙


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i wake each dawn exposed
stripped of  all pretense
anyone would see what i am
thus i must ever sleep alone

once i step outside my door
i wear a cloak of  secrecy
allowing no one to glimpse
the naked truth of  me

should you look too long
i gather my illusions tight around me
reflecting that which you think i should be
clothed in nothing but fantasy

my dress of  false conformity
leggings made of  lies and half-truths
shoes shiny with your expectations
a sparkling necklace of  insincerity

if  i should meet someone
who can ignore my desperate conjuring
yet still smile and reach for my hand
i will finally become
the me i was meant to be

∙ఱ∙ •ౡ• ∙ఱ∙

ఱ •ౡ• ఱ

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“Secrets”   One Republic

artwork ~    “Naked at dawn”    Paul Delvaux
{  fair use }

this is my submission to ~

Fireblossom Friday:  Clothes Make the Woman!    at    imaginary garden with real toads
prompt:   write a new poem in which clothes play a significant part


thank you,  Fireblossom!

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