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	<title>Words that sing</title>
	
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		<title>Pause</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 May 2009 19:15:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I have hung my lute on the wall
And tied it with a green ribbon
I don&#8217;t sing my songs any more;
my heart is so full that I can&#8217;t find the words.
Once my longing and loneliness poured out in song
But now my joy is so great that no sound can contain it.
Now rest here, my lute
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		<title>Invitation</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 18:15:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The path to intimacy
Is not through caressing
But through the mind
Overcoming hesitancy
Through confessing,
Letting stories unwind
Daring to abandon secrecy
Optimistically guessing
The hearer will be kind
Will you love what you see
in the candid undressing
of the curves of my mind?
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		<title>A tribute</title>
		<link>http://wordsthatsing.wordpress.com/2009/03/28/a-tribute/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Mar 2009 19:56:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[For your willingness to open a window into your lives
The clumsy humour of your personal descriptions
Recieve my thanks
For the places you led me I had never seen before
The jokes and stories you shared with me
Receive my thanks
For the courage of your honest wanting
The chivalrous generosity of your gifts
Receive my thanks
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		<title>Love and friendship</title>
		<link>http://wordsthatsing.wordpress.com/2009/03/09/love-and-friendship/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Mar 2009 20:34:25 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[learning]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[men]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[Women]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Last night I had to tell someone who was clearly falling in love with me that I was interested in being his friend, but didn&#8217;t think it was going to develop into anything more. And he, obviously hurt, replied that he was fed up of being just a friend to women&#8230;
He didn&#8217;t ask me, but it [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wordsthatsing.wordpress.com&blog=2838936&post=1227&subd=wordsthatsing&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>meaning is optional</title>
		<link>http://wordsthatsing.wordpress.com/2009/03/05/meaning_is_optional/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Mar 2009 19:08:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[read write poem]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[
Below a synaesthete’s numeric rainbow
Daffodils thunder along the roads
Petulant stoats skittle sharply
Past a tigress, smoothing on suncream
And drooling lackadaisically into the dust
I jettison my heart and its whimpering satellite
And my forgotten core hollers with the joy
of metamorphosis
 
I really find it difficult to write poems that don&#8217;t make sense. Indeed I do tend to make my [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wordsthatsing.wordpress.com&blog=2838936&post=1223&subd=wordsthatsing&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Mad grin</title>
		<link>http://wordsthatsing.wordpress.com/2009/02/27/mad-grin/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Feb 2009 17:52:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m feeling a bit under pressure at work at present. I start a new job next week. Well, technically I start next week but over the last two days I&#8217;ve begun to be hit by some of the new challenges &#8211; all complex and requiring to be dealt with urgently from a point of very [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wordsthatsing.wordpress.com&blog=2838936&post=1217&subd=wordsthatsing&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Spring in the air?</title>
		<link>http://wordsthatsing.wordpress.com/2009/02/26/spring-in-the-air/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2009 15:30:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve just signed up to contribute to the Spring Haiku 2009 blog, and have a haiku up there&#8230; do check out the site as something interesting seems to be stirring in the garden!
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		<title>cold flame, dry potion</title>
		<link>http://wordsthatsing.wordpress.com/2009/02/24/cold-flame-dry-potion/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Feb 2009 08:59:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is a follow-up to alchemy of flame:
&#8230;
&#8230;
coals of the firewalk red with paint
glass empty as the dry pool below the diving board 
labyrinth that&#8217;s just a paper set, for a play with no audience
all that remains, is an aching heart, its bravery wasted,
empty of the dreams that blazed
in its heartfelt fever
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		<title>Hope</title>
		<link>http://wordsthatsing.wordpress.com/2009/02/23/hope/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Feb 2009 12:34:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[loving]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[hope]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[head heavy on the soft void of my pillows
I think about hope, as my tired mind
tries to construct pleasant futures
out of the broken fragments of old dreams
yet staring me in the face, (interrupting dreams
with all the subtlety of an alarm clock&#8217;s frantic buzz)
is the knowledge that hopes, thwarted, bring pain
my eyes (still gritty from last [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wordsthatsing.wordpress.com&blog=2838936&post=1205&subd=wordsthatsing&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>my heart’s song</title>
		<link>http://wordsthatsing.wordpress.com/2009/02/22/1199/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Feb 2009 18:06:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lirone</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I sing the pain
of the heart that yearns
not,
(as endless poets have pleaded)
to be the object of love
but rather to be its subject
the heart that is trying to remember
how to love
how to lose itself in the depths of another&#8217;s eyes
I sing of the guilt
of the heart that feels
it is somehow culpable
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