© ♪♫♪ tori ♫♪♫

Lonely Love

By Victoria Tarrani

201304.27

In the nether regions of yesterday

The salt wind blow crystals of icy spray.

I walk along the cliffs on the lea side

Chilled to the marrow lengthening my stride

I remember the touch of bluish lips

So cold they hurt as lust makes my heart flip

In the down of the deep feathery bed

Like lovers we celebrate we're not wed

You ask, I answer, too many times now

Your wife, my husband behind secret's bough

Pretend they don't know we'll always be one

A soul split in half until day is done

My eyes close seeing beyond tomorrow

The joy of living without the sorrow.

This began recently.

I've contacted Yahoo twice, which means they have not ever responded and probably never will. I pay for my account, which helps block SPAM.

I see there are over 800 unread messages in various folders, but I cannot open any of them. Many of these are in the SPAM folder, but I cannot delete the messages either.

All help is greatly appreciated.

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Inspired by Dallas. http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=201208...

Sing to Me

by Victoria Tarrani

© 201208.29

I toss a rose

toward the stage

it misses

hitting a stranger

he smiles

his eyes shining

reflected light

fireworks

music is background

our eyes locked

oh for the beauty

of a new song.

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Minute Minutes

By Victoria Tarrani

© 201208.08

Caught

in the stillness

of a silent moment.

I cannot break

my gaze;

seeing far

beyond the blank wall,

history is

written on the air.

Crying

slipped and fell

split my eyelid open

blood everywhere

head wounds

bleed so badly.

Giggling

so many presents

under the tree,

“lass, he came”

wonderment in a

child’s voice

touching

a doll as tall

as me.

All the yesterdays

flicker by

like a fast forwarded

video

happy, sad

laughter, sorrow

moments cherished

and forgotten

Tomorrow

may never come

but yesterday is present.

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Choice

By Victoria Tarrani

© 201207.23

stare

into the chasm’s face

see

the black yawning gap

it

beckons you

enter

you see more

images flicker by

your child

her children

others you love

the abyss

calls to you

turn from it

return to the

ones you love

pain passes

tomorrow

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This is an antibiotic. Amoxicillin/clavulanic acid is a penicillin-type antibiotic used to treat a wide variety of bacterial infections. It works by stopping the growth of bacteria.

http://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_is_the_side_effects...

I've taken Amoxicillin without any problems. I just started this pill and can barely stay awake to write this question. Also I itch everywhere. I've only taken one of the two prescribed for the day. My eyes keep closing.

I had an anaphylectic reaction to an antibiotic many years ago and it started this way.

All information and suggestions are highly valued.

Thanks.

© ♪♫♪ tori ♫♪♫

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Gloves

by Victoria Tarrani

© 200903.30

© 201204.11 (edit)

It's so easy to glide

through the valley

of dreams with you.

Your feet rarely

touch the ground

as you run,

your face lifted

to the sun or clouds,

or simply to feel

the moist breeze.

Then you tumble;

yes, I will be there

to help you

out of shadows,

bushes, or even the

misplaced azure creek.

You fit so easily

into my life;

you cover me

like skin; I think it

is where you live

when I slip on the soft

pink leather gloves

you found for me last year,

or was it a decade ago?

No matter; each night

I slide between

bold red percale sheets,

your choice, of course.

You said they made

it easier to find

me when I drift

into my dreams.

You are my sanity,

my reality;

perhaps you await me

when I can slip through

the mist covering life.

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I'd love your comments and/or critique for this poem. I wrote it for my father just after he left this world. I hadn't even read it in years; I was too raw then.

Thank you.

Zephyr

by Victoria Tarrani

© 200202.16

Silken wings

ride upon a zephyr

across the sea

dancing

to the fluttering beat

of a new melody.

Quixotic thoughts

slip through the mazes

of imagination

to glitter and

twinkle

in green eyes.

Mortal loss

everlasting gift --

dad.

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How odd, I thought when I saw the poem was gone.

It was up for two weeks, resolved with a best answer and poof--it was gone. At least I received the critiques I sought to improve the poem, but this is the first time something like this has happened to me and I am stunned. Not upset, just shocked.

Is there a way to find out what happened?

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Written in response to this question:

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AnSNM...

She

by Victoria Tarrani

© 201203.

She looks upon the world,

but does not see

hateful crimes stealing life,

love, money, family.

She sees colors of life

with each vision

that crosses her view;

free of humanity's waste.

The golden glow of a waning sun

slipping below the horizon

as stars twinkle in the east

with the slightly visible crescent moon.

She hears the color coded leaves

blowing in the winds as season

changes caress her skin

and touch her heart and soul.

Listening to the melody of the night

sensations stir and she writes

of the beauty that is hidden

to Earth's wretched minions.

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Spring

by Victoria Tarrani

© 201203.27

Sprites dance in the mist of the forest

pansies and pink posies all aglow

rowdy nymphs play songs to a cyclist

inviting all to be in the show

new flowers abloom bringing sweet cheer

goldenrod's bow, it is their premier.

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To answer this question

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=201203...

I created a small poem.

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Goner

By Victoria Tarrani

© 201203.23

Dying rivers wash thick muddy

earth across once fertile land,

arid air cooks the clay

denying it the sun and wind

letting it go for eons -- to heal

angry seas poured salt water until

nothing could grow. No food,

dry rivers, no water, no life.

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Found this in a WIP (work in progress) folder in my email. I didn't even know it existed.

Destiny

by Victoria Tarrani

© 200806.05

© 201203.09 edit

My beloved leaves me.

I am trapped yet

he will travel,

settle far away,

await my arrival.

Will distance change

the amazement

I saw in his eyes

as he knew our future

was to be one?

A day, a month, years

the time passes slowly

then rapidly as life

rushes at both of us.

But I recall my

beloved, the boy

of my youthful

days of folly.

I wonder, will fate,

wild and wily,

unite us when

the season of

our separation ends.

Each time we try

to bring ourselves

together, you alchemist

you, interfere.

Destiny, unite us!

We had mere days

to know we were

meant to be

joined always.

Perhaps we are connected

by the memory alone.

~

It has been very long since I have written anything.

The Greatest Love (first draft)

by Victoria Tarrani

© 201203.07

No love compares to yours.

My heart lit with flames when we met.

I was studying The Word at that moment.

I said come into my heart my life is yours.

Please forgive my sins--those

I committed and those I shrugged off

not helping a person in need.

I forgive all who have brought me pain

in order to receive you.

I love you more each day

your Holy Spirit resides in me.

God within me with all the power

to heal and change as you wish.

Just three months ago, you saved

my life. My soul has always been yours.

If I waited and not gone to the hospital,

disobeyed you,

then in two more days I would die,

but you nudged me to go.

I would be dead without your nudge.

How can my love for any man,

woman, child or baby

compare to the greatest love

I will ever know.

It is your love for me, my Lord

my Savior, my God.

There is but one God,

and His love is enough

for the whole world.

In the beginning the Word was with God

the Word was God ... murdered on

a Roman Cross by God's people ...

You said, if I do not leave you,

I cannot send the comforter.

I am here when you want me.

I want to come home.

I've been there twice

and never wanted to leave,

but I tumbled through the

tunnel of faces and fell

into my body. I longed to

return; I still try.

I understand I am to share what I know

"There is life on the other side of the veil.”

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I will do my best to get to your work. It's just hard right now.

I've been ill. If you want me to answer your poem, please send me a message through my profile page letting me know. I try to get on line at least once a day. I'm on the mend, but have to get 18 more injection drips of Iron Dextran and about 8 cardio/pulmonary tests done over the next few weeks. I'd appreciate all prayers for healing.

But the good news is I went into the hospital at the right moment. Hemoglobin at 5.5 is just above 5.0 where your heart stops. I was told organs were shutting down. But that young stud blood they gave me brought it up and me too. So, if you are anemic, it's nothing to let just let go on and on. 2 weeks ago I was 10.9, slightly below 11-13 range, and something I pondered. But ... I should have gone in to have my blood checked again.

Good health to all of you.

tori

When you ask a question, click on EDIT, there you will find "Extend Deadline".

It makes it easier for those of us who do not get to YAP daily to participate.

I hope you will leave them up. I've had several answers come in after the normal period would have expired.

I'll be away from a computer for many days and would like to catch up when I return.

tori

I hope you write a poem

and the result is your style

a haiku, sonnet or anthem

and have fun; hope it's worthwhile.

Although they may show up as misspelled, I assure they are in the dictionary and spelled correctly.

Use as many words as you can; I hope this is fun. LC's always are and this is my first challenge. You can always make up your own meaning, if you choose.

adventive

adytum

anamnesis

boscage

calvous

canticle

ectype

fusty

gangrel

interpolation

novation

procellous

solatium

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Two-headed Coin

by Victoria Tarrani

© 201112.30

Reason and doubt, two sides of the same coin

for reason provides justification.

It is the cause why one leaves then rejoins

the jolly group enjoying vacation.

Sometimes it is good to be on ones own

to analyze and calculate the truth

for unclouded thoughts while one is alone

build up courage for travel through ones youth.

Coherent and logical is the path

to systematically define ones life

but wavering in doubt sets up the wrath

that transforms the outcome from joy to strife.

Doubting reality brings fantasy

and hesitation stops further changes

life may go beyond lawful boundaries

while rules lay broken, there are no places.

Where is there to go when nothing makes sense?

Uncertain, no opinion or belief

whereas logic would provide good defense

joy replaces questions; feel pure relief.

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