<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525833</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:42:21.429+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NeoLestat's Poetry</title><subtitle type='html'>Poetry and Prose from my world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>neolestat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588780787283265615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525833.post-110082794247879493</id><published>2004-11-19T01:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-19T01:32:22.480Z</updated><title type='text'>Dreams III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fragile desires made real&lt;br /&gt;By sleep&lt;br /&gt;I have many dreams&lt;br /&gt;My dear&lt;br /&gt;Dreams&lt;br /&gt;That&lt;br /&gt;Make&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;Cry&lt;br /&gt;A dream in which my world&lt;br /&gt;Is perfect&lt;br /&gt;A dream in which we&lt;br /&gt;Never parted&lt;br /&gt;Dreams in which you kiss&lt;br /&gt;Me still&lt;br /&gt;Dreams in which you hold&lt;br /&gt;Me still&lt;br /&gt;Dreams in which our magic wand&lt;br /&gt;Existed&lt;br /&gt;Dreams in which we waved it&lt;br /&gt;Together&lt;br /&gt;And all became right in&lt;br /&gt;Our world&lt;br /&gt;Dreams in which our magic wand&lt;br /&gt;Worked&lt;br /&gt;And all our dreams&lt;br /&gt;Came true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thank you to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://windchimeswaffling.blog-city.com/read/914362.htm"&gt;Lulu's Lines&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525833-110082794247879493?l=neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/110082794247879493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525833&amp;postID=110082794247879493&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/110082794247879493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/110082794247879493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/2004/11/dreams-iii.html' title='Dreams III'/><author><name>neolestat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588780787283265615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525833.post-109889615251071881</id><published>2004-10-27T17:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T22:48:17.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;A journey starts&lt;br /&gt;With a single step&lt;br /&gt;Said a Buddhist sage&lt;br /&gt;Most wisely&lt;br /&gt;I thought this proverb&lt;br /&gt;Through once more&lt;br /&gt;As on I pulled and&lt;br /&gt;Laced my boots.&lt;br /&gt;I stood and took&lt;br /&gt;One last deep breath&lt;br /&gt;And took that single step&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where&lt;br /&gt;This journey leads&lt;br /&gt;Or who I’ll meet&lt;br /&gt;Along the way&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what&lt;br /&gt;Trials I’ll face&lt;br /&gt;Or when the journeys&lt;br /&gt;End will come&lt;br /&gt;I only know&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure&lt;br /&gt;As one foot follows&lt;br /&gt;The other&lt;br /&gt;I only know&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure&lt;br /&gt;At least&lt;br /&gt;I am still&lt;br /&gt;Walking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you to &lt;a href="http://windchimeswaffling.blog-city.com/read/881986.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lulu’s Lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for inspiration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525833-109889615251071881?l=neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109889615251071881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525833&amp;postID=109889615251071881&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109889615251071881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109889615251071881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/journey.html' title='Journey'/><author><name>neolestat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588780787283265615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525833.post-109829711639229889</id><published>2004-10-20T19:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T00:09:56.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Noises II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A soft ‘whumph’ silence&lt;br /&gt;Whumph, silence. Whumph, silence&lt;br /&gt;Woke me from my slumber&lt;br /&gt;In cold darkness, absolute darkness&lt;br /&gt;The smell of oiled pine assailed my nostrils&lt;br /&gt;Edged with the nicer smell of wet earth&lt;br /&gt;Whumph, silence, a softer whumph&lt;br /&gt;Silence&lt;br /&gt;Another whumph yet softer still&lt;br /&gt;I yawned and stretched&lt;br /&gt;My hands hit soft velvet in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Whumph, silence&lt;br /&gt;Velvet to the side of me, velvet behind&lt;br /&gt;And velvet above me&lt;br /&gt;Whumph, silence, a hardly heard&lt;br /&gt;Whumph, silence&lt;br /&gt;The whumphs grew quieter&lt;br /&gt;The silences longer&lt;br /&gt;Until, at last, there was only&lt;br /&gt;Silence&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the sound of colliding metal&lt;br /&gt;The tinkling sound of breaking glass&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the sound of metal&lt;br /&gt;Grinding over concrete&lt;br /&gt;And the sound as the roof of my car&lt;br /&gt;Caved in as it overturned&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the accident&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the soft, wet, melon thud&lt;br /&gt;As my head split open&lt;br /&gt;As the lorry hit my car&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the sound of my blood&lt;br /&gt;Gushing, pumped from open wounds&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the last beat of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Silence&lt;br /&gt;A quiet calm overtook me&lt;br /&gt;The pine gently creaked under the weight&lt;br /&gt;Of the earth above it&lt;br /&gt;And the earth sighed as it settled&lt;br /&gt;Above me&lt;br /&gt;The earth settled further and&lt;br /&gt;The pine creaked some more&lt;br /&gt;Then silence&lt;br /&gt;Silence for an hour, a day, two days&lt;br /&gt;A week&lt;br /&gt;Blessed silence&lt;br /&gt;Between the noises of the worms&lt;br /&gt;As they tunnelled above me&lt;br /&gt;And beneath me and to the side of me&lt;br /&gt;And the sound of insects&lt;br /&gt;As they tunnelled into my coffin and my bones&lt;br /&gt;I heard the sound of mushrooms growing&lt;br /&gt;In my flesh and the sound of rot&lt;br /&gt;As it overtook my body&lt;br /&gt;I heard the noise of spring&lt;br /&gt;As flowers rose from the&lt;br /&gt;Hard earth of winter&lt;br /&gt;I heard them bloom&lt;br /&gt;I heard the sound of rain as it&lt;br /&gt;Pattered from the heavens&lt;br /&gt;To fall upon my grave&lt;br /&gt;I heard the sound of snow&lt;br /&gt;As it settled on my tombstone&lt;br /&gt;I heard the seasons come and go&lt;br /&gt;And all around me&lt;br /&gt;Silence&lt;br /&gt;I used to hear you cry&lt;br /&gt;As you placed flowers on my grave&lt;br /&gt;I heard your tears&lt;br /&gt;As they hit the soft earth&lt;br /&gt;Above me&lt;br /&gt;I heard you in between the&lt;br /&gt;Silences&lt;br /&gt;The seasons came and went&lt;br /&gt;The silences grew longer still&lt;br /&gt;Until at last you no longer came&lt;br /&gt;And silence reigned&lt;br /&gt;What time passed I could not tell&lt;br /&gt;For my mind lost track of time&lt;br /&gt;Between the seasons&lt;br /&gt;But I heard you call my name one day&lt;br /&gt;And I looked for you&lt;br /&gt;I saw you standing in that light so bright&lt;br /&gt;And beckon me to come&lt;br /&gt;I rose up and I went to you&lt;br /&gt;I followed where you led&lt;br /&gt;And all at once I heard again&lt;br /&gt;A sound so warm and calming&lt;br /&gt;I heard the sound of an angels choir&lt;br /&gt;As they sang their celestial hymns&lt;br /&gt;To the glory of his name&lt;br /&gt;I knew one day you’d come for me&lt;br /&gt;As I lay within the earth&lt;br /&gt;I knew one day you’d call to me&lt;br /&gt;To join me when you could&lt;br /&gt;The silences I had endured&lt;br /&gt;I would endure no more&lt;br /&gt;I’d waited and you’d came to me&lt;br /&gt;As once you promised you would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you to &lt;a href="http://windchimeswaffling.blog-city.com/read/870713.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lulu’s Lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for Inspiration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525833-109829711639229889?l=neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109829711639229889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525833&amp;postID=109829711639229889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109829711639229889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109829711639229889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/noises-ii.html' title='Noises II'/><author><name>neolestat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588780787283265615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525833.post-109829640907662663</id><published>2004-10-20T19:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T19:20:09.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Noises</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The sound of her keys in my door&lt;br /&gt;The sound of her silver bangles on her wrist&lt;br /&gt;The sound of her laughter&lt;br /&gt;The sound of her making coffee in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;The sound of her happy in the garden&lt;br /&gt;The sound of her humming to our song&lt;br /&gt;The sound of her in the bath with bubbles&lt;br /&gt;The sound of her sigh as we make love&lt;br /&gt;The sound of her soft breathing as she sleeps&lt;br /&gt;The sound of her hair straighteners in the morning&lt;br /&gt;The sound of her getting dressed&lt;br /&gt;The sound of her sorrow as she said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;The sound of her leaving&lt;br /&gt;The sound of silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://windchimeswaffling.blog-city.com/read/870713.htm"&gt;Lulu’s Lines&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for Inspiration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525833-109829640907662663?l=neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109829640907662663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525833&amp;postID=109829640907662663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109829640907662663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109829640907662663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/noises.html' title='Noises'/><author><name>neolestat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588780787283265615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525833.post-109796885999516766</id><published>2004-10-17T01:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T00:20:59.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hop It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I dreamt I made a deal with God&lt;br /&gt;Or a pact maybe with The Devil&lt;br /&gt;Either way I could have her back&lt;br /&gt;But at a cost personally to me&lt;br /&gt;I would have to lose a body part&lt;br /&gt;The choice was mine what part to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it over and agreed&lt;br /&gt;I’d have to make a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not want to lose my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I need them both&lt;br /&gt;To see her&lt;br /&gt;I need to see her every day&lt;br /&gt;Her beauty feeds my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not want to lose my ears&lt;br /&gt;I need them both&lt;br /&gt;To hear her&lt;br /&gt;A voice like gold, so warm and pure&lt;br /&gt;I doubt angels sound so perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not want to lose my mouth&lt;br /&gt;I need it still&lt;br /&gt;To kiss her and&lt;br /&gt;receive those gentle kisses back&lt;br /&gt;Without it I’d be lost for words&lt;br /&gt;How else without would I tell&lt;br /&gt;Her just how much I love her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not want to lose my hands&lt;br /&gt;I need them both&lt;br /&gt;To touch her&lt;br /&gt;Clumsy things, they both can be&lt;br /&gt;But I need them both&lt;br /&gt;To feel her skin&lt;br /&gt;Her soft and perfect skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not want to lose my arms&lt;br /&gt;I need them both&lt;br /&gt;To hold her&lt;br /&gt;To wrap her warm&lt;br /&gt;In a gentle embrace&lt;br /&gt;On cold long winter evenings&lt;br /&gt;To wrap her firm&lt;br /&gt;And give her strength&lt;br /&gt;When all seems set&lt;br /&gt;Against her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not want to lose my chest&lt;br /&gt;I need it still&lt;br /&gt;For her to rest her head&lt;br /&gt;On summers eves&lt;br /&gt;When tired and happy&lt;br /&gt;We both drift&lt;br /&gt;Off to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not want to lose my sex&lt;br /&gt;I need it still&lt;br /&gt;To please her&lt;br /&gt;I may not be the greatest lover&lt;br /&gt;But I seem to&lt;br /&gt;Please her even though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know! I know just what to lose&lt;br /&gt;I think I’ll lose a leg&lt;br /&gt;I’d still be just as tall&lt;br /&gt;With one I wouldn’t lose my height&lt;br /&gt;And to her still&lt;br /&gt;Though I couldn’t walk&lt;br /&gt;I bet I’d hop&lt;br /&gt;As fast…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525833-109796885999516766?l=neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109796885999516766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525833&amp;postID=109796885999516766&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109796885999516766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109796885999516766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/hop-it.html' title='Hop It'/><author><name>neolestat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588780787283265615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525833.post-109784901536860771</id><published>2004-10-15T15:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T15:03:35.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Death III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Another star falls from the sky,&lt;br /&gt;A broken heart that starts to cry,&lt;br /&gt;A babe in mothers arms has died,&lt;br /&gt;Innocent and without sin,&lt;br /&gt;An angel puts it's soul to rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525833-109784901536860771?l=neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109784901536860771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525833&amp;postID=109784901536860771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109784901536860771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109784901536860771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/death-iii.html' title='Death III'/><author><name>neolestat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588780787283265615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525833.post-109784863764200547</id><published>2004-10-15T14:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T14:59:01.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Death II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The body twisted, hands outstretched,&lt;br /&gt;Hands raised to God, you sorry wretch,&lt;br /&gt;Your fleshless skull, your toothless grin,&lt;br /&gt;You laugh at life, to us it’s sin,&lt;br /&gt;You watched your life force flow away,&lt;br /&gt;Down a drain, from severed vein,&lt;br /&gt;The bloodied knife still in your hand,&lt;br /&gt;Your life departs this final stand,&lt;br /&gt;You ask yourself just one last thing,&lt;br /&gt;As the telephone, it starts to ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The person who is calling you,&lt;br /&gt;Have they ideas at what you do?&lt;br /&gt;Do they think you'd really dare?&lt;br /&gt;Do they worry? Do they care?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question rattles round your head,&lt;br /&gt;Your last thought for you’re nearly dead,&lt;br /&gt;You know the answer, life must go,&lt;br /&gt;You know the answer, yes, it's no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525833-109784863764200547?l=neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109784863764200547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525833&amp;postID=109784863764200547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109784863764200547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109784863764200547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/death-ii.html' title='Death II'/><author><name>neolestat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588780787283265615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525833.post-109784808557927392</id><published>2004-10-15T14:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T14:48:05.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sword</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My sword is said to be sharp&lt;br /&gt;It was forged by a swordsmith&lt;br /&gt;In Japan&lt;br /&gt;It was born in fire&lt;br /&gt;Of folded steel&lt;br /&gt;And honed with care&lt;br /&gt;Polished with love&lt;br /&gt;A katana&lt;br /&gt;I have named it;&lt;br /&gt;Destiny&lt;br /&gt;It sings when released&lt;br /&gt;From its black lacquered&lt;br /&gt;And shining&lt;br /&gt;Saya&lt;br /&gt;It’s Tsuba was wrought&lt;br /&gt;With devotion&lt;br /&gt;It is art&lt;br /&gt;Destiny is said to be sharp&lt;br /&gt;but has not been proven&lt;br /&gt;Destiny could cleave&lt;br /&gt;A body&lt;br /&gt;Behead a man&lt;br /&gt;Cut dropped silk&lt;br /&gt;And wet reed mats&lt;br /&gt;Destiny has yet&lt;br /&gt;To draw blood&lt;br /&gt;To taste the joy&lt;br /&gt;Of battle&lt;br /&gt;But Destiny is sharp&lt;br /&gt;Destiny could kill&lt;br /&gt;There is another&lt;br /&gt;Though&lt;br /&gt;A sword called&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Love was made by God&lt;br /&gt;And is sharper still&lt;br /&gt;For only love&lt;br /&gt;Can cut&lt;br /&gt;A soul&lt;br /&gt;In two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525833-109784808557927392?l=neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109784808557927392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525833&amp;postID=109784808557927392&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109784808557927392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109784808557927392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/sword.html' title='Sword'/><author><name>neolestat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588780787283265615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525833.post-109771309751115822</id><published>2004-10-14T02:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T01:20:10.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I've sussed you out God,&lt;br /&gt;You're a joke,&lt;br /&gt;I'll make man in My image,&lt;br /&gt;You said,&lt;br /&gt;Look at us you fool,&lt;br /&gt;What a motley crew,&lt;br /&gt;Rapist, murderer, pedophile,&lt;br /&gt;Is this You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525833-109771309751115822?l=neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109771309751115822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525833&amp;postID=109771309751115822&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109771309751115822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109771309751115822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/god.html' title='God'/><author><name>neolestat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588780787283265615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525833.post-109771276119818168</id><published>2004-10-14T01:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T01:14:44.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Should a lifetime be measured in years?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tears would be more appropriate&lt;br /&gt;When we’re born the first thing we do is cry&lt;br /&gt;Then tears for hunger, tears for loneliness, tears for pain&lt;br /&gt;As we aged our tears became a sign of our emotions&lt;br /&gt;Not the instinctive, reflex action of a baby&lt;br /&gt;As children we began to cry for loss&lt;br /&gt;Our mother waved goodbye on our first school day&lt;br /&gt;Our favourite toy was lost&lt;br /&gt;Then we realised that tears got us noticed&lt;br /&gt;Our wisdom grew as we aged&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t want to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;We wanted that toy, that game, that cake&lt;br /&gt;And tears had results&lt;br /&gt;Then the real tears came&lt;br /&gt;The tears that no-one saw&lt;br /&gt;The tears we cried alone&lt;br /&gt;For ourselves&lt;br /&gt;A first broken heart – oh what tears&lt;br /&gt;A second – more tears, the pain wasn’t easier&lt;br /&gt;Then a third relationship, an engagement&lt;br /&gt;Tears of joy&lt;br /&gt;The relationship ended – what tears then&lt;br /&gt;A shattered heart&lt;br /&gt;A fourth relationship, a marriage&lt;br /&gt;Tears of happiness, of contentment&lt;br /&gt;A mortgage, bills, work&lt;br /&gt;Tears of worry&lt;br /&gt;And children were born&lt;br /&gt;Ecstatic tears and worried tears&lt;br /&gt;And then the flood gates opened&lt;br /&gt;A parent died and then the next&lt;br /&gt;For you and partner too&lt;br /&gt;When all the relatives die, what stands between you&lt;br /&gt;And heavens gate?&lt;br /&gt;Tears of absolute sorrow, absolute longing&lt;br /&gt;Then your partner of a lifetime dies&lt;br /&gt;Would there be a worst imaginable sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Tears come in floods like none before&lt;br /&gt;Tears that might never stop&lt;br /&gt;Tears that never did stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears for all of life’s experiences&lt;br /&gt;And life is just experience&lt;br /&gt;Experience makes us age and grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should a lifetime be measured in years?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tears would be more appropriate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525833-109771276119818168?l=neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109771276119818168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525833&amp;postID=109771276119818168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109771276119818168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109771276119818168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>neolestat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588780787283265615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525833.post-109770950914716356</id><published>2004-10-14T01:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T00:20:07.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I am God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;See this gun held in my hand?&lt;br /&gt;Notice me, for yesterday I was nobody&lt;br /&gt;Today I’m God!&lt;br /&gt;Today I have power over life and death&lt;br /&gt;Today I can bring you sorrow or joy&lt;br /&gt;For you, him or her&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got a job but I hate it&lt;br /&gt;I’m at the bottom of the ladder&lt;br /&gt;Do this, do that, make the tea, tidy up…&lt;br /&gt;Today I think my boss would clean my desk&lt;br /&gt;For today I hold a gun&lt;br /&gt;I had a girlfriend, yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful she was, I love her&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday she left me for another&lt;br /&gt;His car is swankier, he has more money&lt;br /&gt;But I have more than that, today&lt;br /&gt;Today I have a gun, his life is in my hands&lt;br /&gt;Do you think she’ll take me back?&lt;br /&gt;See that man?&lt;br /&gt;Standing by the trees?&lt;br /&gt;The one with the flashy cellphone&lt;br /&gt;Smiling, laughing, happy&lt;br /&gt;He’s got nothing now, I've shot him&lt;br /&gt;Dead&lt;br /&gt;I’m his God&lt;br /&gt;She’s smiling, she’s dead, this is power&lt;br /&gt;I’m somebody at last&lt;br /&gt;I’m God&lt;br /&gt;That’s me they’re talking about on the radio&lt;br /&gt;I’m famous&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t famous yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like his shoes, DEAD&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be scared of me, don’t run away&lt;br /&gt;I won’t hurt you, DEAD&lt;br /&gt;Everyone leaves me…&lt;br /&gt;Look at that tramp, poor sod&lt;br /&gt;He’d be better off dead, DEAD&lt;br /&gt;You, DEAD&lt;br /&gt;You, DEAD&lt;br /&gt;You, DEAD&lt;br /&gt;SEE ME, notice me, I AM GOD&lt;br /&gt;You, DEAD&lt;br /&gt;You, policeman with your own gun&lt;br /&gt;You can’t kill me&lt;br /&gt;You are not my Pontius,&lt;br /&gt;You are not my betrayer&lt;br /&gt;You can’t kill me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my body, sure&lt;br /&gt;But not my soul, not what I stand for&lt;br /&gt;I am THE martyr, GOD&lt;br /&gt;You, DEAD&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;I’m God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525833-109770950914716356?l=neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109770950914716356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525833&amp;postID=109770950914716356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109770950914716356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109770950914716356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-am-god.html' title='I am God'/><author><name>neolestat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588780787283265615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525833.post-109770892827010868</id><published>2004-10-14T01:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T00:08:48.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Winter of My Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The diamonds of an Autumn frost&lt;br /&gt;Lay cold and hard upon the paths we used to walk&lt;br /&gt;Treasures only to be looked at and remembered&lt;br /&gt;Not to be held and warmed by lovers hands&lt;br /&gt;Tortured souls cry in the winds that herald winter&lt;br /&gt;Tearing leaves from the skeletal limbs of stout old oaks&lt;br /&gt;The sun hides early, frightened off by the approach of Winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter, the season of darkness,&lt;br /&gt;The moon rules regal in our sky&lt;br /&gt;Cold and hard, the King of Cold&lt;br /&gt;The Prince of Darkness&lt;br /&gt;The Queen of Tides and Insanity&lt;br /&gt;The symbol of our love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter, our season. The moon, our sovereign&lt;br /&gt;Cold and hard, the ground, our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Black and dark, our hearts, our lost love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525833-109770892827010868?l=neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109770892827010868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525833&amp;postID=109770892827010868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109770892827010868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109770892827010868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/winter-of-my-soul.html' title='The Winter of My Soul'/><author><name>neolestat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588780787283265615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525833.post-109770842327067710</id><published>2004-10-13T23:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T00:03:59.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Death I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The twisted warped body&lt;br /&gt;In death throes stopped&lt;br /&gt;Its lungs given out&lt;br /&gt;Its feelings cropped&lt;br /&gt;What do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;You breathless flesh&lt;br /&gt;Is there Heaven? Is there Hell?&lt;br /&gt;What do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;You lifeless shell&lt;br /&gt;What was life?&lt;br /&gt;Could you tell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525833-109770842327067710?l=neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109770842327067710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525833&amp;postID=109770842327067710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109770842327067710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109770842327067710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/death-i.html' title='Death I'/><author><name>neolestat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588780787283265615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525833.post-109765909976134612</id><published>2004-10-13T09:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T18:37:21.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Were</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If I were cleverer&lt;br /&gt;I’d probably know what to do&lt;br /&gt;If I were smarter&lt;br /&gt;I’d probably have a plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were stronger emotionally&lt;br /&gt;I’d probably feel less scared&lt;br /&gt;If I were tougher&lt;br /&gt;I’d probably just not care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were better looking&lt;br /&gt;I’d probably have more friends&lt;br /&gt;If I were fashion conscious&lt;br /&gt;I’d probably dress to impress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were considerably richer&lt;br /&gt;I’d probably spend for love&lt;br /&gt;If I were a prince of men&lt;br /&gt;I’d probably have more choices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were all these things&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t then be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were all these things&lt;br /&gt;I’d still want for only you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://windchimeswaffling.blog-city.com/read/860259.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lulu’s Lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for inspiration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525833-109765909976134612?l=neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109765909976134612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525833&amp;postID=109765909976134612&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109765909976134612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109765909976134612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/if-i-were.html' title='If I Were'/><author><name>neolestat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588780787283265615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525833.post-109762086992527015</id><published>2004-10-12T23:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T23:41:09.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet or Bride by Linda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Her feet were said to be square with toes that fell at a slant.&lt;br /&gt;Deep purple polished painted the smooth toenails.&lt;br /&gt;Quietly she crept through the house&lt;br /&gt;crunching the carpet as her bride like feet stepped down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In a slip of red against her olive skin&lt;br /&gt;she was said to be beautiful. A sight for sore eyes, it was said.&lt;br /&gt;Laced with the scent that sprays from a dark purple bottle,&lt;br /&gt;she called it Tragedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Her eyes were big and bright as she lay near by on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;She gazed at the year round Christmas lights,&lt;br /&gt;like a cat. She purred. She stretched.&lt;br /&gt;She was told she was sweet like honey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Glass beer bottles lined up on the black coffee table sparkled.&lt;br /&gt;The candles glowed and danced&lt;br /&gt;all while the cat was claimed by a new owner.&lt;br /&gt;She had a new home? Was she a pet or a bride?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Poem written and donated by &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gray-star.com/"&gt;Linda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525833-109762086992527015?l=neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109762086992527015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525833&amp;postID=109762086992527015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109762086992527015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109762086992527015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/pet-or-bride-by-linda.html' title='Pet or Bride by Linda'/><author><name>neolestat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588780787283265615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525833.post-109732537406363901</id><published>2004-10-09T13:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T13:36:14.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'>More Haiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Twittering starlings&lt;br /&gt;alight on telegraph poles -&lt;br /&gt;The sun sets early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Flowers opening,&lt;br /&gt;gentle rain falls softly down -&lt;br /&gt;Thirsty daisies smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The smell of Miso,&lt;br /&gt;The sound of conversation -&lt;br /&gt;I sit and watch you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Frost mists the windows,&lt;br /&gt;inside panted breath fogs them&lt;br /&gt;Warm, as one, two lay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Embraced she cried out&lt;br /&gt;lapped by waves of pleasure:&lt;br /&gt;A naked seashore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525833-109732537406363901?l=neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109732537406363901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525833&amp;postID=109732537406363901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109732537406363901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109732537406363901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/more-haiku.html' title='More Haiku'/><author><name>neolestat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588780787283265615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525833.post-109711236351094833</id><published>2004-10-07T02:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T03:04:40.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Season... The Summer of Our Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Grasping hands of old oak trees&lt;br /&gt;Skeletal and leafless reached out to stop me&lt;br /&gt;As we passed them by.&lt;br /&gt;Snow crunched underfoot&lt;br /&gt;Blanketed over the trees dead leaves&lt;br /&gt;As we walked towards our lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shining like a field of diamonds,&lt;br /&gt;The glassy ice hid the cold, cold bottom&lt;br /&gt;Of our frozen lake&lt;br /&gt;It hid the decay of autumn past;&lt;br /&gt;Decaying plants and cold dead fish&lt;br /&gt;As we both put on our skates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked out to the icy edge and&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand we skated,&lt;br /&gt;You had found another life,&lt;br /&gt;Today would be our last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed you as we skated, I&lt;br /&gt;Took my hand from yours, and&lt;br /&gt;Moved out on my own, alone, to where&lt;br /&gt;The ice was thinnest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You heard the crack and&lt;br /&gt;Screamed for me&lt;br /&gt;As through the ice I fell&lt;br /&gt;The waters chill embrace&lt;br /&gt;It stole my breath away-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too cold to breath&lt;br /&gt;Too cold to live&lt;br /&gt;The water and my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I sank towards the bottom&lt;br /&gt;As our lake sucked out my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I died as I promised you in life&lt;br /&gt;I would&lt;br /&gt;I died within the sight of you&lt;br /&gt;With the taste of you still on my lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No other would I see you with&lt;br /&gt;Nor know a time I wasn’t yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hand the last I ever touched&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes the last I ever saw&lt;br /&gt;Your heart the last I ever loved&lt;br /&gt;Your lips the last I ever kissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s winter now, so cold and hard&lt;br /&gt;Though many years have come to pass&lt;br /&gt;I lay within our lakes embrace&lt;br /&gt;I see you come and sit a while&lt;br /&gt;I see you still remember us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s winter now, my bones are chilled&lt;br /&gt;My heart? It still holds summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer of our love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thank you to &lt;a href="http://windchimeswaffling.blog-city.com/read/849035.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lulu's Lines&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;for inspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525833-109711236351094833?l=neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109711236351094833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525833&amp;postID=109711236351094833&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109711236351094833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109711236351094833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-favourite-season-summer-of-our-love.html' title='My Favourite Season... The Summer of Our Love'/><author><name>neolestat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588780787283265615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525833.post-109655460883826551</id><published>2004-09-30T15:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T15:34:59.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A blood kiss, tongues exchanged,&lt;br /&gt;Red lips, seductive,&lt;br /&gt;A blood kiss, proves my love,&lt;br /&gt;Cold, so very cold,&lt;br /&gt;A blood kiss, marriage vows of hell,&lt;br /&gt;A dying heart.&lt;br /&gt;A blood kiss, be forever mine,&lt;br /&gt;A last breath,&lt;br /&gt;A blood kiss, love is death,&lt;br /&gt;A corpse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Undeath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525833-109655460883826551?l=neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109655460883826551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525833&amp;postID=109655460883826551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109655460883826551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109655460883826551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/2004/09/kiss.html' title='Kiss'/><author><name>neolestat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588780787283265615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525833.post-109655390895590660</id><published>2004-09-30T15:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T15:18:28.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiroshima Haiku and Others</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A heavy red sun&lt;br /&gt;struggles to shine through the cloud -&lt;br /&gt;A mushroom flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Charcoal stained the road&lt;br /&gt;like the shadow of a girl -&lt;br /&gt;The white light faded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Fresh noodles swimming&lt;br /&gt;in a sea of Miso soup -&lt;br /&gt;Like eels making love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Crows fly past the sun&lt;br /&gt;casting shadows of autumn –&lt;br /&gt;The summer turns cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Cicada sings&lt;br /&gt;shrill songs in the desert heat -&lt;br /&gt;The plants wilt and die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525833-109655390895590660?l=neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109655390895590660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525833&amp;postID=109655390895590660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109655390895590660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109655390895590660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/2004/09/hiroshima-haiku-and-others.html' title='Hiroshima Haiku and Others'/><author><name>neolestat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588780787283265615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525833.post-109655088647086741</id><published>2004-09-30T14:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T13:21:25.470Z</updated><title type='text'>Chapatiwocky</title><content type='html'>By &lt;a href="http://www.flytrap.demon.co.uk/index.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Peter Cole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'Twas Balti and the Saag Aloo&lt;br /&gt;Did Murgh Makhani Rhogan Josh&lt;br /&gt;All Methi were the Vindaloos&lt;br /&gt;And the Madras Tok Gosht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware the Pathia my son!&lt;br /&gt;The jaws that bite, the claws that catch.&lt;br /&gt;Beware the Tandoori and shun&lt;br /&gt;the Chicken Hasnabad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took his Handi Prawn in hand,&lt;br /&gt;Long time the Mughlai foe he sought&lt;br /&gt;So rested he by the Thali tree&lt;br /&gt;And stood awhile in thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as in Pilau Rice he stood&lt;br /&gt;The Pathia with eyes of flame&lt;br /&gt;Came Shashlik through Tandoori Trout&lt;br /&gt;And Rasam as it came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, two! One, two! And through and through!&lt;br /&gt;The Sobji Cakes went Chicken Chat.&lt;br /&gt;He left it dead and with its head&lt;br /&gt;He went Pakora back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hast thou slain the Pathia?&lt;br /&gt;Come to my arms my Bhaji boy!&lt;br /&gt;Peshwari Naan, kheema, korma&lt;br /&gt;Niramish in his joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas Balti and the Saag Aloo&lt;br /&gt;Did Murgh Makhani Rhogan Josh&lt;br /&gt;All Methi were the Vindaloos&lt;br /&gt;And the Madras Tok Gosht.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Peter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525833-109655088647086741?l=neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109655088647086741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Dolly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;She pushed sharp pins&lt;br /&gt;Into the doll&lt;br /&gt;In her hand&lt;br /&gt;It looked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pushed a pin&lt;br /&gt;Into it’s head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pushed a pin&lt;br /&gt;Into it’s eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pushed a pin&lt;br /&gt;Into it’s ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pushed a pin&lt;br /&gt;Into it’s foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pushed a pin&lt;br /&gt;Into it’s arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pushed a pin&lt;br /&gt;Into it’s mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pushed a pin&lt;br /&gt;Into it’s hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caressed her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pushed a pin&lt;br /&gt;Into it’s groin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pushed a pin&lt;br /&gt;Into it’s heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I died. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525833-109654254107868819?l=neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109654254107868819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525833&amp;postID=109654254107868819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109654254107868819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109654254107868819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/2004/09/voodoo-dolly.html' title='Voodoo Dolly'/><author><name>neolestat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588780787283265615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525833.post-109649237358247890</id><published>2004-09-29T21:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T16:08:03.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Laguna Anjuna and Spots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Gorgeous white sands&lt;br /&gt;With us holding hands&lt;br /&gt;Crystal clear sea&lt;br /&gt;Us kissing with glee&lt;br /&gt;Laguna Anjuna&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was sooner……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;You get the hots&lt;br /&gt;When you burst my spots&lt;br /&gt;Your bits start to twitch&lt;br /&gt;And you get that itch…&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte,&lt;br /&gt;When your bits start twitching&lt;br /&gt;I’ll scratch that itching...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525833-109649237358247890?l=neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109649237358247890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525833.post-109648848234114634</id><published>2004-09-29T21:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T21:08:02.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tin Can</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tin Can was once full…&lt;br /&gt;What was held by Tin Can got used up&lt;br /&gt;Tin Can was empty and useless&lt;br /&gt;Tin Can was tossed away and caught by the sea&lt;br /&gt;Tin Can floats in the sea feeling weightlessness&lt;br /&gt;It is embraced and surrounded by the sea&lt;br /&gt;It is enveloped and supported by the sea&lt;br /&gt;Tin Can has no destiny of it's own&lt;br /&gt;Tin Can has no will of it's own&lt;br /&gt;Tin Can goes only where the sea takes it&lt;br /&gt;Where the moon tides pull it&lt;br /&gt;Where the wind blows the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sea does not choose it's own path&lt;br /&gt;The sea produces life, the sea nurtures life&lt;br /&gt;Deep within the sea this life goes on&lt;br /&gt;This life is part of the sea&lt;br /&gt;The life within the sea, created by the sea&lt;br /&gt;Has a destiny of it's own, is protected by the sea&lt;br /&gt;Life goes where it wants to, will go on regardless&lt;br /&gt;Tin Can is not protected, has no destiny of it's own&lt;br /&gt;Tin Can can only sit on the surface of the sea&lt;br /&gt;Tin Can will never be part of the sea&lt;br /&gt;Tin Can can only sit on the surface&lt;br /&gt;Being carried along with the sea&lt;br /&gt;Where the tide and the wind take them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind is a force that acts on the sea&lt;br /&gt;The wind creates storms, the wind makes waves&lt;br /&gt;The sea gets wild, the sea gets angry&lt;br /&gt;Tin Can is beaten by this anger&lt;br /&gt;Tin Can gets tossed around by waves&lt;br /&gt;The sea cannot help it&lt;br /&gt;The sea has no control over the wind&lt;br /&gt;The sea cannot help what it does to Tin Can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During it's life the sea has picked up&lt;br /&gt;The detritus that others have thrown away&lt;br /&gt;This flotsam and jetsam beat on Tin Can too&lt;br /&gt;Tin Can can do nothing but be carried along&lt;br /&gt;Beaten by the flotsam and jetsam the sea has picked up&lt;br /&gt;Tin Can has no choice but to float with the sea&lt;br /&gt;The sea is all Tin Can has got&lt;br /&gt;The sea is all Tin Can needs to stay afloat&lt;br /&gt;Tin Can needs the sea&lt;br /&gt;The sea does not need Tin Can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A high tide… one stormy night&lt;br /&gt;The wind blows and the moon pulls&lt;br /&gt;The sea washes Tin Can ashore&lt;br /&gt;Tin Can sits at the high tide mark&lt;br /&gt;Alone…&lt;br /&gt;Tin Can can only sit there&lt;br /&gt;No longer embraced, no longer supported&lt;br /&gt;No longer carried along&lt;br /&gt;Tin Can just sits and waits&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for someone to pick it up&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to be recycled&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to be crushed and melted down&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to be turned into something new…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525833-109648848234114634?l=neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109648848234114634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525833&amp;postID=109648848234114634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109648848234114634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109648848234114634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/2004/09/tin-can.html' title='Tin Can'/><author><name>neolestat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588780787283265615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525833.post-109648768218387416</id><published>2004-09-29T20:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T20:56:51.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'>StrangeLove</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How strange it is.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When before I met you&lt;br /&gt;I was resigned to a life without you&lt;br /&gt;Not you, you understand&lt;br /&gt;But all that you stand for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How little I knew about love&lt;br /&gt;I knew what I wanted, but&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what it was&lt;br /&gt;Until you came and showed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love I thought, was something&lt;br /&gt;One felt, that made all the hurt&lt;br /&gt;Go away. Love, it seems,&lt;br /&gt;Is wanting to make someone elses&lt;br /&gt;Hurt go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How I long to do that&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;How I yearn for a time when&lt;br /&gt;I can be like a balm that&lt;br /&gt;Soothes your soul and&lt;br /&gt;Kisses your tender heart better&lt;br /&gt;At the end of each&lt;br /&gt;Weary day as I run your bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How I long to hold you tightly&lt;br /&gt;When it feels to you as though&lt;br /&gt;The world has got the&lt;br /&gt;Better of you again&lt;br /&gt;And when you struggle to find&lt;br /&gt;A reason to keep on going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be the smile at the end&lt;br /&gt;Of each tiresome day&lt;br /&gt;To be a reason to come home&lt;br /&gt;To be a reason that home&lt;br /&gt;Is home and a reason that the days&lt;br /&gt;Don't even seem so tiresome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To be the one to warm your bed&lt;br /&gt;On long cold winter nights&lt;br /&gt;To be the one you cling to&lt;br /&gt;When nightmares come to&lt;br /&gt;Haunt you, in darkness, during sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be the one to cool you down&lt;br /&gt;To notice as I watch you sleeping&lt;br /&gt;That the summer heat&lt;br /&gt;Is just too much, to take the&lt;br /&gt;Covers from your body, to ease your sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To be the one to wake you&lt;br /&gt;To make the start of each new day&lt;br /&gt;A celebration, a new beginning&lt;br /&gt;Another day to share, to laugh&lt;br /&gt;To have, to hold and love&lt;br /&gt;Each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want to be&lt;br /&gt;All these things&lt;br /&gt;To you my dear.&lt;br /&gt;For you are all&lt;br /&gt;These things to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525833-109648768218387416?l=neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109648768218387416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525833&amp;postID=109648768218387416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109648768218387416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109648768218387416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/2004/09/strangelove.html' title='StrangeLove'/><author><name>neolestat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588780787283265615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525833.post-109648712167108085</id><published>2004-09-29T20:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T20:45:21.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Possession</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Who am I? We said,&lt;br /&gt;Who are we? They said,&lt;br /&gt;Who are you? We said,&lt;br /&gt;Who are they? I said,&lt;br /&gt;What am I? You asked,&lt;br /&gt;What are you? They asked,&lt;br /&gt;How many of you? I asked,&lt;br /&gt;One of each, They said,&lt;br /&gt;All together? I asked,&lt;br /&gt;You’re with us, They said&lt;br /&gt;We Know who I am, You said,&lt;br /&gt;I know who you are, We said,&lt;br /&gt;Who are we? We all asked,&lt;br /&gt;We are Legion, I said&lt;br /&gt;For we are many, They said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525833-109648712167108085?l=neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109648712167108085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525833&amp;postID=109648712167108085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109648712167108085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109648712167108085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/2004/09/possession.html' title='Possession'/><author><name>neolestat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588780787283265615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525833.post-109648625039692558</id><published>2004-09-29T20:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T20:35:35.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Clouds&lt;br /&gt;Rain Clouds,&lt;br /&gt;Harbingers of troubled times&lt;br /&gt;Soft clouds, pastel coloured&lt;br /&gt;Drifting in cobalt skies&lt;br /&gt;Heavy, pregnant, feculent,&lt;br /&gt;Storm clouds,&lt;br /&gt;Pressing down on me&lt;br /&gt;Crushing my soul&lt;br /&gt;Cotton wool clouds&lt;br /&gt;In a sky we used to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of these clouds&lt;br /&gt;Has a silver lining&lt;br /&gt;It’s said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to scrape some off&lt;br /&gt;And keep it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have small pockets&lt;br /&gt;I only have small dreams&lt;br /&gt;I only want a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of that silver lining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds&lt;br /&gt;Contrails to a distant lands&lt;br /&gt;Drift in the wake of holidays&lt;br /&gt;High, misty clouds&lt;br /&gt;Obscuring the stars&lt;br /&gt;We used to share&lt;br /&gt;Small fast clouds&lt;br /&gt;Racing in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Immense winter clouds&lt;br /&gt;From horizon to horizon&lt;br /&gt;Smother me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there be a king of clouds&lt;br /&gt;Grant me one small wish&lt;br /&gt;Some silver lining please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayers to God&lt;br /&gt;They do not work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My dreams are small…&lt;br /&gt;I’m incomplete and&lt;br /&gt;Unfulfilled.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some silver lining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you to &lt;a href="http://windchimeswaffling.blog-city.com/read/828003.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lulu's Lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for inspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525833-109648625039692558?l=neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109648625039692558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525833&amp;postID=109648625039692558&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109648625039692558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525833/posts/default/109648625039692558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neolestatspoetry.blogspot.com/2004/09/clouds.html' title='Clouds'/><author><name>neolestat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588780787283265615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
