<?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-788710631198468845</id><updated>2011-12-31T18:48:28.594-08:00</updated><category term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>RfL Poems</title><subtitle type='html'>Recipe for Life Poetry Corner</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recipeflp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788710631198468845/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recipeflp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rio Vista Boy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1YcQuYpO6n0/Tv_JA0XSjwI/AAAAAAAAAfw/pDyawDe02Yw/s220/wearervb%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788710631198468845.post-4554180106333098560</id><published>2007-09-14T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T13:25:05.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE FALL OF THE DYING LEAFAWOKY</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I don't know why but I just go mimsy for Jabberwoky poems, this is one of mine-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas fall in the year,&lt;br /&gt;Two cats that snored&lt;br /&gt;Did rise to drink&lt;br /&gt;And dinny eat in unison&lt;br /&gt;Mostly in accord,&lt;br /&gt;Their meal slightly&lt;br /&gt;Less than venison.&lt;br /&gt;"Beware the Season,&lt;br /&gt;My children!&lt;br /&gt;Breath that chills the air,&lt;br /&gt;The browning blade!&lt;br /&gt;Beware the early twilight's din!&lt;br /&gt;The frumpy dead leaves; evade!"&lt;br /&gt;They took their warning&lt;br /&gt;In pawful playful hand:&lt;br /&gt;For long time&lt;br /&gt;The high crimson&lt;br /&gt;And rusty leaf&lt;br /&gt;Was eagerly sought--&lt;br /&gt;But rested they then&lt;br /&gt;In kitty dreamland,&lt;br /&gt;And dreamed awhile of nought.&lt;br /&gt;And for that while&lt;br /&gt;In daydreamy thought&lt;br /&gt;They did drool.&lt;br /&gt;The Leafawoky,&lt;br /&gt;With colored eyes aflame,&lt;br /&gt;Came casting dead leaves&lt;br /&gt;Into a clear pool,&lt;br /&gt;And snickering&lt;br /&gt;And snackering&lt;br /&gt;as he came!&lt;br /&gt;One, two! One, two!&lt;br /&gt;And through and through&lt;br /&gt;The Leafawocky stood,&lt;br /&gt;Borne the final proof&lt;br /&gt;Now alas, the summer&lt;br /&gt;Hath he fell away, aloof&lt;br /&gt;And all bright colors with him&lt;br /&gt;Did then go "poof".&lt;br /&gt;"And hast thou seen&lt;br /&gt;The Leafawoky this day?&lt;br /&gt;Come to my arms,&lt;br /&gt;My beamish cats, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;O Glorious day!&lt;br /&gt;But winter's to pay,&lt;br /&gt;For autumn is&lt;br /&gt;But winter's sneaky decoy!"&lt;br /&gt;'Twas full winter now,&lt;br /&gt;Two cats that snored&lt;br /&gt;Did rise to drink&lt;br /&gt;And dinny eat in unison:&lt;br /&gt;Mostly in accord,&lt;br /&gt;Their meal slightly&lt;br /&gt;Less than venison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788710631198468845-4554180106333098560?l=recipeflp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1YcQuYpO6n0/Tv_JA0XSjwI/AAAAAAAAAfw/pDyawDe02Yw/s220/wearervb%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788710631198468845.post-4991577549187730880</id><published>2007-09-14T12:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T12:48:48.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today it's Autumn</title><content type='html'>I wake&lt;br /&gt;Rub my eyes&lt;br /&gt;As blurry visions&lt;br /&gt;Cringe from crusty&lt;br /&gt;Corners washed by tears&lt;br /&gt;My eyes red from night burn&lt;br /&gt;Reflect grey early morning sky&lt;br /&gt;I feel congenial benediction within&lt;br /&gt;As we suffer the eminent death of leaves&lt;br /&gt;The world looks more than man can destroy.&lt;br /&gt;A red squirrel’s fur gathers at the gutter&lt;br /&gt;Mist circles the quiet Storm Petral pool&lt;br /&gt;Soon bereft beneath a leafless tree.&lt;br /&gt;Across the way in a rusty barrow&lt;br /&gt;Pungent exhales of burnt wood&lt;br /&gt;Flat grey ash flickers on air.&lt;br /&gt;Ink-stained hands of a boy&lt;br /&gt;Flicks a tabloid fish wrap&lt;br /&gt;Racing inclement haste&lt;br /&gt;To share a headline&lt;br /&gt;With ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Day begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788710631198468845-4991577549187730880?l=recipeflp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recipeflp.blogspot.com/feeds/4991577549187730880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788710631198468845&amp;postID=4991577549187730880&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788710631198468845/posts/default/4991577549187730880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788710631198468845/posts/default/4991577549187730880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recipeflp.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-its-autumn.html' title='Today it&apos;s Autumn'/><author><name>Rio Vista Boy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1YcQuYpO6n0/Tv_JA0XSjwI/AAAAAAAAAfw/pDyawDe02Yw/s220/wearervb%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788710631198468845.post-4428766223162770743</id><published>2007-09-14T12:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T12:42:09.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FALL</title><content type='html'>Solomn birds attend court&lt;br /&gt;To the street lady screaming&lt;br /&gt;At a desolate dying tree.&lt;br /&gt;Pigeons nervously avoid her.&lt;br /&gt;Caramel leaves dance near her feet.&lt;br /&gt;Blackbirds hopping back and forward&lt;br /&gt;Ridicule her, while the autumn sun&lt;br /&gt;That touches her with frail heat&lt;br /&gt;Passes tribunal indifference&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788710631198468845-4428766223162770743?l=recipeflp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recipeflp.blogspot.com/feeds/4428766223162770743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788710631198468845&amp;postID=4428766223162770743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788710631198468845/posts/default/4428766223162770743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788710631198468845/posts/default/4428766223162770743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recipeflp.blogspot.com/2007/09/fall.html' title='FALL'/><author><name>Rio Vista Boy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1YcQuYpO6n0/Tv_JA0XSjwI/AAAAAAAAAfw/pDyawDe02Yw/s220/wearervb%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788710631198468845.post-4117574426899462760</id><published>2007-09-14T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T12:38:50.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AUTUMN</title><content type='html'>Butterflies have met their match&lt;br /&gt;In wind swept falling leaves.&lt;br /&gt;Bright swirls of autumn colors&lt;br /&gt;Defy the shifting breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloudless skies of sapphire blue&lt;br /&gt;Trees ruby red and gold&lt;br /&gt;Cold crisp nights with brilliant moon&lt;br /&gt;And stars a thousand fold.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Soon the leaves will reach the ground&lt;br /&gt;Where they’ll decay and die.&lt;br /&gt;The butterflies will feel the chill&lt;br /&gt;And southward they will fly.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Soon winter clouds with snow and ice&lt;br /&gt;Will cover the terrain.&lt;br /&gt;But with spring and summertime&lt;br /&gt;The cycle starts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1p3kSbhAcfW4YJG4_gDtz5FdhftDLl0I-tuCsyGkEIjXWL2kx3KCzsm2JMxRIhn-vQpKLndpjV8YU" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788710631198468845-4117574426899462760?l=recipeflp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recipeflp.blogspot.com/feeds/4117574426899462760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788710631198468845&amp;postID=4117574426899462760&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788710631198468845/posts/default/4117574426899462760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788710631198468845/posts/default/4117574426899462760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recipeflp.blogspot.com/2007/09/autumn.html' title='AUTUMN'/><author><name>Rio Vista Boy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1YcQuYpO6n0/Tv_JA0XSjwI/AAAAAAAAAfw/pDyawDe02Yw/s220/wearervb%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788710631198468845.post-7942680819210080746</id><published>2007-09-12T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T13:59:00.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth of Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lie is quick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet shies from light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A truth is patient&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And always right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Live with fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Live with pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heavy choices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For one will remain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell the truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hurt your friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell a lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And friendship ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the burden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life does plead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We choose one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And back our deed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As once we stood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the promised land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our judgement is met&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With God's hand&lt;br /&gt;So tell your tales&lt;br /&gt;Spread your lies&lt;br /&gt;Live with fear&lt;br /&gt;As honor dies&lt;br /&gt;Nothing remains&lt;br /&gt;For a dishonest soul&lt;br /&gt;Who hides from light&lt;br /&gt;In nights shadowy fold&lt;br /&gt;To share imagination&lt;br /&gt;And speak ones dream’s&lt;br /&gt;Is not the same&lt;br /&gt;As a liar’s schemes&lt;br /&gt;The truth is there&lt;br /&gt;In every shameful lie&lt;br /&gt;Just beneath&lt;br /&gt;The fabricators cry.&lt;br /&gt;The lie is quick&lt;br /&gt;It fears the light&lt;br /&gt;The truth is painful&lt;br /&gt;Yet always right.&lt;br /&gt;&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/788710631198468845-7942680819210080746?l=recipeflp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recipeflp.blogspot.com/feeds/7942680819210080746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788710631198468845&amp;postID=7942680819210080746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788710631198468845/posts/default/7942680819210080746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788710631198468845/posts/default/7942680819210080746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recipeflp.blogspot.com/2007/09/truth-of-lies.html' title='The Truth of Lies'/><author><name>Rio Vista Boy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1YcQuYpO6n0/Tv_JA0XSjwI/AAAAAAAAAfw/pDyawDe02Yw/s220/wearervb%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788710631198468845.post-8232839321295793916</id><published>2007-08-02T17:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T18:07:23.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In memory of my friend and biggest musical fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbNQigDvQyg/RrJ3jjUqSpI/AAAAAAAAACM/l9lwDcgdKQ8/s1600-h/rose+unto+god.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbNQigDvQyg/RrJ3jjUqSpI/AAAAAAAAACM/l9lwDcgdKQ8/s200/rose+unto+god.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094265581170477714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Rose Unto God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ran the race&lt;br /&gt;She fought the fight,&lt;br /&gt;She kept her pace&lt;br /&gt;Found strength in His light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave you this day&lt;br /&gt;A Rose so bright &lt;br /&gt;With faith we pray&lt;br /&gt;You'll hold her tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up she did go&lt;br /&gt;To Heavens place,&lt;br /&gt;She's in Gods glow&lt;br /&gt;And painless grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then did she bring&lt;br /&gt;Shining and bright,&lt;br /&gt;Before the Holy King&lt;br /&gt;And LORD of Might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song of joy&lt;br /&gt;Of life complete&lt;br /&gt;Of Battles won &lt;br /&gt;And mercy sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will remember&lt;br /&gt;And accept her fate&lt;br /&gt;The August surrender&lt;br /&gt;To God on that date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think of Rose&lt;br /&gt;And what we know &lt;br /&gt;She filled our hearts&lt;br /&gt;From head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's mercy on us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788710631198468845-8232839321295793916?l=recipeflp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recipeflp.blogspot.com/feeds/8232839321295793916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788710631198468845&amp;postID=8232839321295793916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788710631198468845/posts/default/8232839321295793916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788710631198468845/posts/default/8232839321295793916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recipeflp.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-memory-of-my-friend-and-biggest.html' title='In memory of my friend and biggest musical fan'/><author><name>Rio Vista Boy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1YcQuYpO6n0/Tv_JA0XSjwI/AAAAAAAAAfw/pDyawDe02Yw/s220/wearervb%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbNQigDvQyg/RrJ3jjUqSpI/AAAAAAAAACM/l9lwDcgdKQ8/s72-c/rose+unto+god.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788710631198468845.post-103335944399136129</id><published>2007-07-19T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T12:56:21.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Still Love Someone I've Known A Long Long Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbNQigDvQyg/Rp_B2mHqz_I/AAAAAAAAABc/V_7JeLYU0fw/s1600-h/old-flame.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088999247641759730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbNQigDvQyg/Rp_B2mHqz_I/AAAAAAAAABc/V_7JeLYU0fw/s200/old-flame.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now and then an old friend&lt;br /&gt;Tries to help me&lt;br /&gt;By telling me there's someone&lt;br /&gt;I shoud meet&lt;br /&gt;But I don't have the Heart&lt;br /&gt;To start all over&lt;br /&gt;Because my heart is laying&lt;br /&gt;At anothers feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just don't throw Kerosene&lt;br /&gt;On an old flame&lt;br /&gt;I don't want no one else&lt;br /&gt;On my mind&lt;br /&gt;I just don't need nobody new&lt;br /&gt;To cling to&lt;br /&gt;I still love someone I've known&lt;br /&gt;A long long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have built my world around&lt;br /&gt;A memory&lt;br /&gt;And she's the only one&lt;br /&gt;That I let in&lt;br /&gt;Every time I try to love&lt;br /&gt;Somebody&lt;br /&gt;In my mind I'm loving her&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just don't throw kerosene&lt;br /&gt;On an old flame&lt;br /&gt;I don't want no one else&lt;br /&gt;On my mind&lt;br /&gt;I just don't need nobody new&lt;br /&gt;To cling to&lt;br /&gt;I still love someone I've known&lt;br /&gt;A long long time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788710631198468845-103335944399136129?l=recipeflp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recipeflp.blogspot.com/feeds/103335944399136129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788710631198468845&amp;postID=103335944399136129&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788710631198468845/posts/default/103335944399136129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788710631198468845/posts/default/103335944399136129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recipeflp.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-still-love-someone-ive-known-long.html' title='I Still Love Someone I&apos;ve Known A Long Long Time'/><author><name>Rio Vista Boy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1YcQuYpO6n0/Tv_JA0XSjwI/AAAAAAAAAfw/pDyawDe02Yw/s220/wearervb%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbNQigDvQyg/Rp_B2mHqz_I/AAAAAAAAABc/V_7JeLYU0fw/s72-c/old-flame.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788710631198468845.post-7445242783948906887</id><published>2007-06-06T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T12:24:00.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Puppet</title><content type='html'>I, am not a puppet&lt;br /&gt;No Geppetto controls my strings&lt;br /&gt;No one tells me when to jump&lt;br /&gt;And I've never asked how high.&lt;br /&gt;Those who orbit the boundries&lt;br /&gt;Of this world I call my life&lt;br /&gt;Could never ever understand&lt;br /&gt;Each sacrifice that I make.&lt;br /&gt;They sit in empty space&lt;br /&gt;On their ivory thrones&lt;br /&gt;Passing judgement&lt;br /&gt;Without facts&lt;br /&gt;Watching through the window&lt;br /&gt;Of suburban tv screens&lt;br /&gt;Unable to see the forest&lt;br /&gt;Through a sea of viagra dreams.&lt;br /&gt;It is said that life&lt;br /&gt;Can be a roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;Lots of ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;And a thousand petty screams.&lt;br /&gt;Empty lives of discretion&lt;br /&gt;Solely without valor&lt;br /&gt;Is worthless as a gesture&lt;br /&gt;In a two bit world of schemes,&lt;br /&gt;Yet despite the jeers&lt;br /&gt;Of the hissing crowd&lt;br /&gt;Gathering outside&lt;br /&gt;For the drawing&lt;br /&gt;Of aged innocent blood;&lt;br /&gt;Their will be no sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;No lamb upon a production stage.&lt;br /&gt;An audience left&lt;br /&gt;With disapointment&lt;br /&gt;Should well beware&lt;br /&gt;Of that which is free.&lt;br /&gt;I will do my mourning&lt;br /&gt;Among internet entrails&lt;br /&gt;In the shadows&lt;br /&gt;Of an early fall&lt;br /&gt;A character actor&lt;br /&gt;Without a script&lt;br /&gt;Left to recite soliloquies&lt;br /&gt;In the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.msn.com/y1pvkWeHfBUxKkXhi7Fx20BTurhB7Zs4BzeUMBKrXaZUEonDJQyOQNNQ3yHqFaGT_rD" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788710631198468845-7445242783948906887?l=recipeflp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recipeflp.blogspot.com/feeds/7445242783948906887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788710631198468845&amp;postID=7445242783948906887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788710631198468845/posts/default/7445242783948906887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788710631198468845/posts/default/7445242783948906887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recipeflp.blogspot.com/2007/06/puppet.html' title='Puppet'/><author><name>Rio Vista Boy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1YcQuYpO6n0/Tv_JA0XSjwI/AAAAAAAAAfw/pDyawDe02Yw/s220/wearervb%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788710631198468845.post-3366404997872882968</id><published>2007-05-31T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T15:24:11.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea Worn Eyes</title><content type='html'>Sea-worn eyes&lt;br /&gt;Deep as the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Pools of mystery&lt;br /&gt;When the tide rushes in&lt;br /&gt;Passions seething&lt;br /&gt;Elemental, ebb and flow&lt;br /&gt;Murky depths wait to reveal&lt;br /&gt;What's hidden within&lt;br /&gt;Surface scarred&lt;br /&gt;Weathered by time&lt;br /&gt;And winds of change&lt;br /&gt;Soul adrift&lt;br /&gt;Tested by currents destiny&lt;br /&gt;Tempestuous raging&lt;br /&gt;A beacon fading on the shore&lt;br /&gt;Now disappearing&lt;br /&gt;Sea-worn eyes&lt;br /&gt;Fogged over&lt;br /&gt;With clouds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788710631198468845-3366404997872882968?l=recipeflp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recipeflp.blogspot.com/feeds/3366404997872882968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788710631198468845&amp;postID=3366404997872882968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788710631198468845/posts/default/3366404997872882968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788710631198468845/posts/default/3366404997872882968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recipeflp.blogspot.com/2007/05/sea-worn-eyes.html' title='Sea Worn Eyes'/><author><name>Rio Vista Boy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1YcQuYpO6n0/Tv_JA0XSjwI/AAAAAAAAAfw/pDyawDe02Yw/s220/wearervb%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788710631198468845.post-1433404184300031742</id><published>2007-05-27T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T15:21:09.390-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Solidarity of Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Unshared love is crippling, consuming me.&lt;br /&gt;It tears at my heart, rips off the protective cover&lt;br /&gt;And exposes my being to the elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacking love is disarming; assailed by loneliness, I struggle.&lt;br /&gt;Confined to solitude, I need to defend myself,&lt;br /&gt;But where are my old weapons? Rusted, awkwardly functioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without love, alone once more, I am no longer content.&lt;br /&gt;I return to that place searching for familiar emotions,&lt;br /&gt;But I am a stranger, no longer welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in the shadowland of loneliness that is my companion,&lt;br /&gt;I see only demons, clawing &amp; tearing at my soul.&lt;br /&gt;So I stand between Heaven &amp;amp; Hell &amp;amp; weep my silent fate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788710631198468845-1433404184300031742?l=recipeflp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recipeflp.blogspot.com/feeds/1433404184300031742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788710631198468845&amp;postID=1433404184300031742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788710631198468845/posts/default/1433404184300031742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788710631198468845/posts/default/1433404184300031742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recipeflp.blogspot.com/2007/05/solidarity-of-yesterday.html' title='Solidarity of Yesterday'/><author><name>Rio Vista Boy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1YcQuYpO6n0/Tv_JA0XSjwI/AAAAAAAAAfw/pDyawDe02Yw/s220/wearervb%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788710631198468845.post-4960737961714748861</id><published>2007-05-26T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T15:20:54.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>I Cry ForYou</title><content type='html'>Time is passing by&lt;br /&gt;Are your thoughts still on me?&lt;br /&gt;My warm and tender loving&lt;br /&gt;My heart ever so true&lt;br /&gt;The comfort and the shelter&lt;br /&gt;That I gave to you&lt;br /&gt;The words and little gestures&lt;br /&gt;You were blind to see&lt;br /&gt;Too late to say you love me&lt;br /&gt;Too late to ease your mind&lt;br /&gt;Too late to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;Too late to treat you kind&lt;br /&gt;Now all that is left for me&lt;br /&gt;Is to cry for you&lt;br /&gt;The house is cold and empty&lt;br /&gt;No candlelight to share&lt;br /&gt;The little things around me&lt;br /&gt;They just make me stare&lt;br /&gt;Like your picture on the wall&lt;br /&gt;Too late to say you need me&lt;br /&gt;Too late to make you smile&lt;br /&gt;No longer you will feel me&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been gone awhile&lt;br /&gt;Now all there is left to do&lt;br /&gt;Is cry for you&lt;br /&gt;And when you get to sleep&lt;br /&gt;And meet me in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Then will you try to makeup?&lt;br /&gt;All though it merely seems&lt;br /&gt;It’s too late to say you miss me&lt;br /&gt;Too late too plan your schemes&lt;br /&gt;Too late for an apology&lt;br /&gt;It’s not good for your esteem&lt;br /&gt;Now all there is left for me&lt;br /&gt;Is to cry for you&lt;br /&gt;I cry for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788710631198468845-4960737961714748861?l=recipeflp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recipeflp.blogspot.com/feeds/4960737961714748861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788710631198468845&amp;postID=4960737961714748861&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788710631198468845/posts/default/4960737961714748861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788710631198468845/posts/default/4960737961714748861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recipeflp.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-cry-foryou.html' title='I Cry ForYou'/><author><name>Rio Vista Boy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1YcQuYpO6n0/Tv_JA0XSjwI/AAAAAAAAAfw/pDyawDe02Yw/s220/wearervb%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788710631198468845.post-6815328795575665431</id><published>2007-05-26T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T02:57:03.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Gone Too Long</title><content type='html'>Knowing, seeing what isn't there&lt;br /&gt;This longing I have I cannot bear.&lt;br /&gt;Shattered, pumping, beating fast&lt;br /&gt;Heart pulled through shards of glass&lt;br /&gt;Try to pick the pieces up&lt;br /&gt;I place them in a plastic cup.&lt;br /&gt;A million pieces soaked in blood&lt;br /&gt;Wasted flowers' shriveled bud&lt;br /&gt;Rising stench dying cavity&lt;br /&gt;Look within find hearts depravity&lt;br /&gt;Seeking what has never changed&lt;br /&gt;Baste the bitter love estranged&lt;br /&gt;Sitting, waiting, eternity&lt;br /&gt;Death wrapped in futility&lt;br /&gt;Staring, meaningless and beyond&lt;br /&gt;Cannot accept that you are gone&lt;br /&gt;If happiness could not suffice&lt;br /&gt;Then solitude would pay my price&lt;br /&gt;Falling farther away from you&lt;br /&gt;Descending fast as you fall too&lt;br /&gt;Silent I call your name&lt;br /&gt;Blinded eyes to hide my shame&lt;br /&gt;Hold this all inside my mind&lt;br /&gt;Now emptiness is all you'll find&lt;br /&gt;Hold this all inside my head&lt;br /&gt;The emptiness is all but dead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788710631198468845-6815328795575665431?l=recipeflp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recipeflp.blogspot.com/feeds/6815328795575665431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788710631198468845&amp;postID=6815328795575665431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788710631198468845/posts/default/6815328795575665431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788710631198468845/posts/default/6815328795575665431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recipeflp.blogspot.com/2007/05/gone-too-long.html' title='Gone Too Long'/><author><name>Rio Vista Boy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1YcQuYpO6n0/Tv_JA0XSjwI/AAAAAAAAAfw/pDyawDe02Yw/s220/wearervb%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788710631198468845.post-8187881946861304888</id><published>2007-05-25T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T11:04:44.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Recollections</title><content type='html'>They splash your heart&lt;br /&gt;Like waves on the beach&lt;br /&gt;All the things you learn&lt;br /&gt;All the things you teach&lt;br /&gt;The mind falls back&lt;br /&gt;To a place long ago&lt;br /&gt;Where all was still ahead&lt;br /&gt;And time so very slow&lt;br /&gt;Let your mind roam free&lt;br /&gt;To the things of the past&lt;br /&gt;Open doors to the future&lt;br /&gt;Never meant to last&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts you say&lt;br /&gt;May come and go&lt;br /&gt;They were made of substance&lt;br /&gt;And helped you grow&lt;br /&gt;Special treasures&lt;br /&gt;That seems so clear&lt;br /&gt;Memories as these&lt;br /&gt;Are oh, so dear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788710631198468845-8187881946861304888?l=recipeflp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recipeflp.blogspot.com/feeds/8187881946861304888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788710631198468845&amp;postID=8187881946861304888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788710631198468845/posts/default/8187881946861304888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788710631198468845/posts/default/8187881946861304888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recipeflp.blogspot.com/2007/05/recollections.html' title='Recollections'/><author><name>Rio Vista Boy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1YcQuYpO6n0/Tv_JA0XSjwI/AAAAAAAAAfw/pDyawDe02Yw/s220/wearervb%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788710631198468845.post-5437495363981008076</id><published>2007-05-25T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T11:04:30.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>At The Red Dog Saloon</title><content type='html'>Well, the evening saunters slowly to an ending,&lt;br /&gt;As a waitress clutters tables with upturned chairs,&lt;br /&gt;I drop the lid on the piano keys take my tip jar and my beer,&lt;br /&gt;As the few lost souls remaining wander slowly off in pairs.&lt;br /&gt;And the owner calls out loudly, "Gents, it's time please.&lt;br /&gt;Could you finish off your drinks, final round.&lt;br /&gt;I've a wife at home and family I don't see enough;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see you all tomorrow, if God's willing; Chug 'em down."&lt;br /&gt;There's a bouncer down from Brawley by the exit;&lt;br /&gt;I'm smiling at his mumbled words I can't translate.&lt;br /&gt;And a pretty little thing hands me her number,&lt;br /&gt;As her friend snarls, "Come on, it's gettin' late."&lt;br /&gt;Two hours ago this place was really jumping,&lt;br /&gt;As waitresses with trays spilled beer and swore:&lt;br /&gt;The smoky smell of laughter wrapped around us,&lt;br /&gt;As I played the piano readily to the cries for "More!"&lt;br /&gt;A comradeship of strangers connected for only an evening.&lt;br /&gt;If they didn't know the words of a song, they'd hum out loud,&lt;br /&gt;And down their drinks then loudly order others;&lt;br /&gt;As a group of lonely transients for a moment, became a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;In this company of camaraderie we're all equal;&lt;br /&gt;Seek some friendship here to while away the hours.&lt;br /&gt;Why stay homebound when the bed you sleep in's empty:&lt;br /&gt;We're all looking for an answer, but the question's never ours.&lt;br /&gt;So come on down to the Red Dog Saloon and forget some.&lt;br /&gt;You might get lucky with a lady, if she's right.&lt;br /&gt;Buyin' rounds with the men, and soon everyone's your friend;&lt;br /&gt;But no one knows your name tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;The embers in the fire are slowly dying,&lt;br /&gt;As I turn my back and hear the door slam, locked.&lt;br /&gt;Another evening over at the Red Dog Saloon,&lt;br /&gt;Now all I hear are footsteps as they echo down the block&lt;br /&gt;But I think that they might come again tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;To share a piece of life with a common tune.&lt;br /&gt;The best and worst, served noon till late,&lt;br /&gt;Come on back to the Red Dog saloon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788710631198468845-5437495363981008076?l=recipeflp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recipeflp.blogspot.com/feeds/5437495363981008076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788710631198468845&amp;postID=5437495363981008076&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788710631198468845/posts/default/5437495363981008076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788710631198468845/posts/default/5437495363981008076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recipeflp.blogspot.com/2007/05/at-red-dog-saloon.html' title='At The Red Dog Saloon'/><author><name>Rio Vista Boy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1YcQuYpO6n0/Tv_JA0XSjwI/AAAAAAAAAfw/pDyawDe02Yw/s220/wearervb%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788710631198468845.post-1462168139991675354</id><published>2007-05-25T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T10:12:00.080-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Last Wishes of Father</title><content type='html'>Scatter his ashes on the water&lt;br /&gt;And as he floats on our wakes wave&lt;br /&gt;Shed no tear by son nor daughter&lt;br /&gt;Or duty visits to his grave.....&lt;br /&gt;Won't bury him beneath the ground&lt;br /&gt;No cold imprisoned tomb for him&lt;br /&gt;Or headstone with an Earthy mound&lt;br /&gt;That's not his place so dark and grim.&lt;br /&gt;It's where the winds blow fresh and free&lt;br /&gt;I know that he will lie content&lt;br /&gt;The River he loved his cemetery&lt;br /&gt;The currents his only monument.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788710631198468845-1462168139991675354?l=recipeflp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recipeflp.blogspot.com/feeds/1462168139991675354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788710631198468845&amp;postID=1462168139991675354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788710631198468845/posts/default/1462168139991675354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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