tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821817924718928093Mon, 09 Sep 2024 05:31:24 +0000Poem written 10/16/07 part of RAW PAIN collectionfairy poemA Disabled person with Chronic Pain, Fibroymyalgia etc etc, lets it all out in poetry, with a couple of sweet poems for my grandchildrenhttp://tanglustpoetry.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (tanglust)Blogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821817924718928093.post-1448369951641786120Sat, 02 May 2009 18:30:00 +00002009-05-02T11:34:54.985-07:00here are the pics of my hubbys new weapon.http://tanglustpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-david.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (tanglust)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821817924718928093.post-7134686526907730708Wed, 05 Nov 2008 15:16:00 +00002008-11-07T07:41:24.271-08:00Steven Pasfield wrote a poem about his dad on facebook, then sent me an email from facebook to do a reply to his poem. The is the outcome. Bold male parts are Steven's poem and Itlatics are written by me Linda Bradley. Steve and I are great friends on Yahoo IM's and he is an inspiration to me. Thanks Steve for inspiring me to write a poetic reply to your poem on Facebook.comHe sits there, http://tanglustpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/11/combined-soul-mates-poem-mans-read-is.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (tanglust)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821817924718928093.post-7340317718715905274Wed, 05 Nov 2008 15:10:00 +00002008-11-05T07:15:01.038-08:00dedicated to To My Father Soulless eyesBy Steven PasfieldHe sits there, reading a bookjust looking, at the booknot reading the pagethe same page, for a long time.Now he stares, over the pagethrough his glasses, wonderingabout the day ahead, what to dohow quick can it go?His soul mate: the woman he lovedsix months since, a lifetime he thinkshas passed away - gone from his lifeWhen will all this http://tanglustpoetry.blogspot.com/2008/11/soulmates-co-written-drfolk-tanglust.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (tanglust)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821817924718928093.post-7584054884125291255Thu, 13 Dec 2007 13:25:00 +00002007-12-13T05:33:57.670-08:00 I am aSnapdragon What Flower Are You? I saw this on another knitting bloggers page so took the test it's pretty cool. I was up at 1:30 AM and it is 8 am now. I played a couple of hours of Animal Crossing, started putting current projects into bags, wanted Pop Tarts for breakfast but they are all gone. I ll Have to let DH know before noon as he is going grocery shopping after workhttp://tanglustpoetry.blogspot.com/2007/12/nasty-rainy-day-two-weeks-before.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (tanglust)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821817924718928093.post-8527458448970770551Sun, 21 Oct 2007 21:19:00 +00002007-10-21T14:39:48.860-07:00 by Linda Sunday, October 21, 2007 11:04 AM Aware that I am awakening seeing dappled sunlight cross the ceiling. And dreamily open the other eye, only to see my Pug Jester's literally eye to eye with me. He had been sleeping like a baby on my pillow Snoring and chortling Right next to me. The unspoken question That he sends to me, "Is it time to get up Mom? I look at http://tanglustpoetry.blogspot.com/2007/10/ealry-morning-poem.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (tanglust)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821817924718928093.post-7440278187349650049Fri, 19 Oct 2007 18:41:00 +00002007-10-19T11:41:04.306-07:00 I sat and lookedthe world was greyto me.Watched and didn't seeSpoke but got no reply.The world was therebut not I.A ghost aliveI could surviveno one depends on me.So if I don't askthey don't seeThe lite of life was snuffed out you see.No joy was mine,nor pain or time.A whole daywasted away/ http://tanglustpoetry.blogspot.com/2007/10/blank-day.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (tanglust)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821817924718928093.post-2938396922326990723Fri, 19 Oct 2007 18:16:00 +00002007-10-19T11:16:16.401-07:00 A DayA NightTime slows downthen speeds up.Pain is steady as a ROCK.I moan in my sleepand bite my lips during the days.Things are startedand never endjust like the pain.A Day A NightWhat do they mean to usThe depressed, the anxious, and those of us in pain, pain, pain. http://tanglustpoetry.blogspot.com/2007/10/pain.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (tanglust)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821817924718928093.post-5062428928262578194Fri, 19 Oct 2007 15:42:00 +00002008-10-28T21:01:10.153-07:00fairy poemHairy Fairywhat's that you carry?So small and fragileand lit up like a candle.Step careful therewatch your long hair!Lest you tumbleand your parcel crumbleWhere do you gowith your steps so slow?How far can you travelwith a package so fragile?Being such and old hairy fairybeing given SUCH a quest to carrywith hair down past your toesthere is not far that you can go!Ah! There in the distanceI can http://tanglustpoetry.blogspot.com/2007/10/hairy-fairy.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (tanglust)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821817924718928093.post-6167863221654757545Fri, 19 Oct 2007 15:13:00 +00002007-10-19T08:21:46.342-07:00Poem written 10/16/07 part of RAW PAIN collectionHaving No WillNot up to doing anthingI force myself to readwords I've writen without thought.To Think requies effortand I have no will today.Yarn is here and needles toosix pojects to make but do I cast on?To cast on would be an effortand I have no will today.The earphones on my headand cd's for four booksYou'd think that takes no effortbut I Just cant!I have no will today.http://tanglustpoetry.blogspot.com/2007/10/having-no-will.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (tanglust)1