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	<title>Week of 08/31/09</title>
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		<title>My Love</title>
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This is my love  
  
I didn't help the dragonfly 
immobilized on his back in the scorching sun 
struggling to survive 
his flaying wings barely even caught my eye  
as if I should give a shit 
I didn't gentle turn him to set him free 
I didn't bother to put him out of his misery  
I didn't magnify or amplify his torture  
I simply faded at his time of need  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator> Colleen Sperry </dc:creator>
		<category>Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Feb 2011 11:02:36 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>~Falling Star~</title>
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		<description>In our shadows dance the questions  
 Within our dark answers arise,  
 With each day appears the glimmer  
 Shining through all truth and lies.  

 With each night all darkness covets  
 Daylight bids a soft goodbye,  
 And night's blanket covers quickly  
 Closing windows to our eyes.  

 But in dreams all windows open  
 setting free from night's reprise,  
 Calling out to stars above   
 with wishes long on hopeful tries. 

 Appearing in the starlight swirling  
  Hear a shooting star's last cry,  
 Bids farewell to night around her  
 Burned her best, now time to die.  

 Spirals down, truth trails behind her   
 Falls the wisher's dream divine,  
 Catch it careful, to be granted  
 Need a peaceful heart and mind.  

 2008 sinnaminsun  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>sinnaminsun</dc:creator>
		<category>Sinnaminsun:  2008 Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Sep 2009 00:07:29 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>no title yet</title>
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		<description>this is something between inspired spittle and common spew. I'm still working on it but needed to share</description>
		<dc:creator>Tina Boyle</dc:creator>
		<category>Novel Ideas, Short Inspiration &amp;amp; Spew</category>
		<pubDate>Sun, 06 Sep 2009 14:59:31 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Flatulence</title>
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		<description>   
I tried to cut through the cheese 
To get to your gooey centre 
Feel your softness 
  
Smell your fragrance 
Nibble at your corners 
Understand your silent stance 
  
Be at your emotional core 
Love your shape 
Feed on your goodness 
  
Sadly my knife was dull 
My fears like saran wrap 
A lonely disappointment 
  
Even though 
I myself  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>Shannon McEwen</dc:creator>
		<category>Love and cheese</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 17:04:56 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>my cynosure </title>
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            My failures arranged on my kitchen table  
            A centerpiece for all to see 
            my inadequacies  
            remind me daily 
            I am not God  
            Unstable hands incapable of perfection  
            creations fruitless and barren  
            Desire to see only what could be 
            what should be, my reality  
            cracked and broken  
            sits wordlessly mocking me  
             
            
        
    
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		<dc:creator> Colleen Sperry </dc:creator>
		<category>Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 09:54:51 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>the end of pretense </title>
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            Abandoned  
                on the front porch for everyone to see  
                my failings gathered like fall leaves 
                blown to their final stop 
            Stuck  
                at the door that no longer needs a lock  
            Caught  
                in the threads of a deserted spider’s web 
                no longer camouflaged  
            and from across the way Sweet Susannah asks 
            “How many words did you waste today” 
             
             
            
        
    
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		<dc:creator> Colleen Sperry </dc:creator>
		<category>Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 01:53:25 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>stamped on (love for the last time) </title>
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            stamped on (love for the last time) 
            
            Once in love with lines as white as paper 
            with the dirtied mirror that lied 
            told me how fine I was 
            whispered promises of 
            a great love affair, forever 
            “Love as is, come as I am”  
            or some other of bullshit 
            I believed 
                value came wrapped in baggies 
                an eight ball held magic and my worth  
            worthless 
            no time or money left 
            for my love held all I had  
            the crack  
            in the story line held truth  
            no longer denied 
            sweaty palms raced with heart 
            to clean off the residue of my love  
            And I walked  
             
            
        
    
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		<dc:creator> Colleen Sperry </dc:creator>
		<category>Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 18:40:49 GMT</pubDate>
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