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Poems by smpalardy

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trapped in the forest

as the trees were culled
the light penetrated the forest
it’s powerful magic awakening a beauty
a woman of secret elegant charm
not seen for many a seasoncaptured and trapped
in the soil of the bayou
by the curse of a witch
envious and resentful
of the lady’s allureas the forest warms up
the lady struggles and pleads
to be freed from the realm
of the witches damnation
but her pleading goes unheeded

has the witch triumphed
will her evil prevail
with time the young beauty
gets drawn back into her tomb of earth
never again to be heard of again.

 

 
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my woman

a smile that gleams and shines on my day
piercing crystalline pools of brown
focus on mine and melt me away
succulent lips licking inviting a deep kisstalented, creative and hard to define
so many facets drawing me close
yesterday, and always forever
you are my dream, my lover, my musewe caress each other with abandon
passion pours in rivulets between our skin
as we join, you make me tremble with excitement
intensity reveals the palpable ardor

you made me yours from the moment we met
i made you mine wth my unending quest
today we are one for each other
true love in our color, true love in our pleasure

will you be mine forever I ask
you are my reason for living with joy
i will give you any gift of your desire each day
i am devoted to you in a most blissful way


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Five Poems by smpalardy

my shelby

she sits quietly with unease
her heart is mean and strong
gleaming eyes sparkling ahead
her mouth gulping in air

 

flowing curves of sexy muscle
dominant and dynamic
dipped in liquid silver
she is a vigorous lady

– smpalardy



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my muse

my muse
sensual curves
consume my mind
she distracts
she compelsthe land is weaving
following her will
quietly giving her
reflections
liquid melding way afar

what golden gift awaits
this jagged interruption
is it of nature
or of man
a secret held by my sweet muse

– smpalardy


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beneath the rain

a tiny drop begins a rush 
bouncing off the tin sheets
of dull metal roofing
plink plunk plink

 

what once was insignificant
sheets of diamonds fall
waterfalls cascade and still
plink plunk plink

– smpalardy


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mind games

there lives in my head
a very strange lout
long in the wind
very short in the whata simple squatter
a guest in the house
throw him to the curb
he’s causing much doubt

jumble and muddle
i meld into the upset
raised up by that goon
thinking is hurting so much

why do i amuse him
playing into his games
i will myself stronger
shut out his intrusion

raised up by the fire
fueled by good thoughts
i finally dismiss him
casting him out from within

– smpalardy



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seeking my rainbow

my mama taught me well
ideals, faith, scruples
my pa trained me well
conduct, character, norms

 

i struggled with morality
wrestled with the judgment
i clashed with assumptions
standards, attitudes, ideology

filled with doubt and uncertainty
i agonized over my integrity
i was perturbed by my fantasy
the crux of my essence

i climbed the stone steps upward
directed, coached, expected
they were hard and distressing
on the core of my integrity

suddenly i came to see
i need not be disturbed
for high above the route i took
there shone my reality

no ambiguity, no agony
no turmoil or discomfort
there appeared above the path
the rainbow of my authenticity

all doubt dissipated from my mind
my spirit glowed with happiness
my rainbow awaited with bright hues
guiding my happiness and truth.

– smpalardy





Things That Make Me Smile!

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Things (animals & people too!) That Make Me Smile

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DOGS & CATS! 13082585_507760832756410_2408853180560965243_n  Dogs & cats make me smile.

TRUCKS! 0808dp_02_z+custom_big_rig_truck_show+1990_peterbilt  Really cool trucks make me smile.

CLOWNS! ID-10031710Clowns make me smile.

FLOWERS! th (4)  Flowers make me smile.

THIS POST!  images (7)   This post made me smile.

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   I HOPE THIS POST MADE YOU SMILE! 





Poems by Louisa May Alcott

downloadAmerican novelist and poet Louisa May Alcott worked hard her entire life and eventually was able to make a name for herself. Born on November 29, 1832 in Germantown, Pennsylvania, Alcott came into the world as the daughter of two transcendentalist parents. She died on March 6, 1888 in Boston, Massachusetts. 

 

 

 

Fairy Song

The moonlight fades from flower and rose 
And the stars dim one by one; 
The tale is told, the song is sung, 
And the Fairy feast is done.
 
The night-wind rocks the sleeping flowers, 
And sings to them, soft and low.
 
The early birds erelong will wake: 
'T is time for the Elves to go.
 

O'er the sleeping earth we silently pass, 
Unseen by mortal eye, 
And send sweet dreams, as we lightly float 
Through the quiet moonlit sky;-- 
For the stars' soft eyes alone may see, 
And the flowers alone may know, 
The feasts we hold, the tales we tell; 
So't is time for the Elves to go
 

From bird, and blossom, and bee, 
We learn the lessons they teach; 
And seek, by kindly deeds, to win 
A loving friend in each.
 
And though unseen on earth we dwell, 
Sweet voices whisper low, 
And gentle hearts most joyously greet 
The Elves where'er they go.
 

When next we meet in the Fairy dell, 
May the silver moon's soft light 
Shine then on faces gay as now, 
And Elfin hearts as light.
 
Now spread each wing, for the eastern sky 
With sunlight soon shall glow.
 
The morning star shall light us home: 
Farewell! for the Elves must go.



 

The Rock and The Bubble

 Oh! a bare, brown rock 
Stood up in the sea, 
The waves at its feet 
Dancing merrily.
 

A little bubble 
Once came sailing by, 
And thus to the rock 
Did it gayly cry,-- 

"Ho! clumsy brown stone, 
Quick, make way for me: 
I'm the fairest thing 
That floats on the sea.
 

"See my rainbow-robe, 
See my crown of light, 
My glittering form, 
So airy and bright.
 

"O'er the waters blue, 
I'm floating away, 
To dance by the shore 
With the foam and spray.
 

"Now, make way, make way; 
For the waves are strong, 
And their rippling feet 
Bear me fast along.
" 

But the great rock stood 
Straight up in the sea: 
It looked gravely down, 
And said pleasantly-- 

"Little friend, you must 
Go some other way; 
For I have not stirred 
this many a long day.
 

"Great billows have dashed, 
And angry winds blown; 
But my sturdy form 
Is not overthrown.
 

"Nothing can stir me 
In the air or sea; 
Then, how can I move, 
Little friend, for thee?" 

Then the waves all laughed 
In their voices sweet; 
And the sea-birds looked, 
From their rocky seat, 

At the bubble gay, 
Who angrily cried, 
While its round cheek glowed 
With a foolish pride,-- 

"You SHALL move for me; 
And you shall not mock 
At the words I say, 
You ugly, rough rock.
 

"Be silent, wild birds! 
While stare you so? 
Stop laughing, rude waves, 
And help me to go! 

"For I am the queen 
Of the ocean here, 
And this cruel stone 
Cannot make me fear.
" 

Dashing fiercely up, 
With a scornful word, 
Foolish Bubble broke; 
But Rock never stirred.
 

Then said the sea-birds, 
Sitting in their nests 
To the little ones 
Leaning on their breasts,-- 

"Be not like Bubble, 
Headstrong, rude, and vain, 
Seeking by violence 
Your object to gain; 

"But be like the rock, 
Steadfast, true, and strong, 
Yet cheerful and kind, 
And firm against wrong.
 

"Heed, little birdlings, 
And wiser you'll be 
For the lesson learned 
To-day by the sea.



 

Transfiguration

 Mysterious death! who in a single hour 
Life's gold can so refine 
And by thy art divine 
Change mortal weakness to immortal power! 

Bending beneath the weight of eighty years 
Spent with the noble strife 
of a victorious life 
We watched her fading heavenward, through our tears.
 

But ere the sense of loss our hearts had wrung 
A miracle was wrought; 
And swift as happy thought 
She lived again -- brave, beautiful, and young.
 

Age, pain, and sorrow dropped the veils they wore 
And showed the tender eyes 
Of angels in disguise, 
Whose discipline so patiently she bore.
 

The past years brought their harvest rich and fair; 
While memory and love, 
Together, fondly wove 
A golden garland for the silver hair.
 

How could we mourn like those who are bereft, 
When every pang of grief 
found balm for its relief 
In counting up the treasures she had left?-- 

Faith that withstood the shocks of toil and time; 
Hope that defied despair; 
Patience that conquered care; 
And loyalty, whose courage was sublime; 

The great deep heart that was a home for all-- 
Just, eloquent, and strong 
In protest against wrong; 
Wide charity, that knew no sin, no fall; 

The spartan spirit that made life so grand, 
Mating poor daily needs 
With high, heroic deeds, 
That wrested happiness from Fate's hard hand.
 

We thought to weep, but sing for joy instead, 
Full of the grateful peace 
That follows her release; 
For nothing but the weary dust lies dead.
 

Oh, noble woman! never more a queen 
Than in the laying down 
Of sceptre and of crown 
To win a greater kingdom, yet unseen; 

Teaching us how to seek the highest goal, 
To earn the true success -- 
To live, to love, to bless -- 
And make death proud to take a royal soul.





Saturday Special #3 – RICH RICH RICH: Richest Americans

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  This next series of Saturday Specials will focus on the world’s richest and their lavish homes, cars, boats, etc. The stuff that makes us gasp at the luxury and the spoils of the world’s privileged 1%.

I am going to divide the series into different parts starting with the richest of the good old U.S. of A.  In the following weeks I will cover the wealthiest of the world – including what info I can gather on royals and specifically the Saudi Royals and the Sultan of Brunei – in posts that will reflect different aspects of these ultra rich denizens of the world.

Today the USA, next week… THE WORLD!!!!! Enjoy…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 






 

Saturday Special #4 – RICH RICH RICH: Richest of the World

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(N.B. This was supposed to be published last Saturday, but I’ve been ill… sorry.)

Welcome to the second instalment of the Saturday Special series on the rich, rich, rich. Last week my post focused  on rich Americans – this week THE WORLD!!

In looking at the world’s richest billionaires I couldn’t overlook the richest royal families (although they are  not included in most lists) – just because  they rule countries doesn’t mean they aren’t ridiculously rich! 

While I was at it I decided to include the richest countries and cities, as well as the most beautiful and expensive homes inhabited by the super-rich.

Enjoy!

 

 

 

 

 

 





 

Saturday Special #5 – Richest of the World’s Cars & Other Toys!

Welcome to my final Saturday Special focusing on the super rich of the world. Today I take a look at their incredible toys and ludicrously expensive past-times, with a special little insight into the benefits of being a Saudi King. Be prepared to see just about anything you can think of being gold and jewel encrusted!


 

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Click on the link below for a peek at the little benefits of being the Saudi Arabian King

http://www.cbsnews.com/pictures/10-luxurious-perks-of-being-the-new-saudi-king/

 

 

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Vehicle Collage #4 – Motorcycles

Hello friends and followers! This is the final entry in my colossal collage of vehicles – motorcycles! My favorite vehicles of all.

Here you will find a variety of motorcycle types (from standard cruisers to specialty choppers to sport and concept bikes) grouped into 3 presentations. Enjoy!


 

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Sport & Concept Bikes

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Yeah, Maybe – A Poem

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via Daily Prompt: Maybe

yeah, maybe

maybe  yes and maybe not
i do not want to answer
i do not want to choose
maybe is my expertise
yeah, maybe

i roll my eyes
i huff my breath
my hands rise up
the shrug is next
yeah, maybe

you’ll have to wait
i don’t really know
i’ll have to guess
you’ll get to know
yeah, maybe

sm palardy