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Archive for November 2006

Brian told about a blog called Poetry
Thursday. One line is suggested as the
foundation to build a verse.
Dewy and he have written their excellent
versions… this is what went through my head
when I jumped out of bed at 1.00 a.m.


If the walls could talk
What would ours say
Of what went on
Behind them
Locked in secret
Night after night
Day after day
The image to the world
Of the perfect man
You did portray
When the walls and I
… know the truth

copyright 2006 ann raven


Posted on: 29 November 2006

Deepest thought
Secrets confound
Struggle fought
Chaos abounds
Wise to share
Or naught impart
Soul to bare
Or keep in heart

copyright 2006 ann raven

I know
I hold my breath
I wait
I anticipate
The burn
That initial burn
The bite
I know it well
Why do I do it
Let it happen
Flushing skin
I think I want it
I need it
I welcome it
I convince myself
It does me good
It will help
Purge me
Lighten up
Settle down
Take control
The second one
Oh the sting
An afterglow
Less harsh
Much warmer
More mellow
By the third
Sweet tingle
Thoughts empty
I want more
Yes more
Another one
You’re right
I lean forward
For more
It is what I needGlass in hand
The same again
… please

Copyright 2006 ann raven

Before Jill calls and starts kvetshing at me… see, look honey, here’s your Boaz. Sorry they are repeats but the children have been poorly this week so no new pics and for some unknown reason, or rather some reason known only to blogger, any newer ones wouldn’t upload…. I was just getting black squares…. hmmmm.

A question…. one for the men maybe! Would you consider buying the following from the classifieds?

Used model

One previous owner

Needs rescuing from scrap heap


Give away price

Few knocks

Few scratches

Soft upholstery

Cheap to run

Low fuel consumption

Prefers leaded

Needs oiling occasionally

Purrs on first turn

Likes gentle touch, but if you put your foot down….

Classic model, bordering on vintage

One on it’s own

May be customised to suit new owner

Hope you and yours had a lovely day off yesterday. Guess the turkey wasn’t the only thing that felt stuffed by the end of the day. Tess, where’s my pumpkin pie? Have a lovely weekend and Shabbat Shalom…. I have a full house tonight, so back to the kitchen sink for me.



P.S. You know that word verification thingy some of you have before posting a comment… sometimes it can take me 3 or 4 times before I get it right. Am I the only klutz in blogdom that makes a matzah pudding out of it? I’m sure you don’t need to be Jewish to know what I mean… LOL.

1.00 a.m.

Isn’t life marvellous
Isn’t it grand
Why don’t I keep my mouth shut
Bury my head in the sand
Try not to even understand
Then I won’t be such a fool
When, as ever I get it wrong
So, should I learn to play it cool
As if I don’t care
Guess for everyone’s sake
I should slink off
Tail between my legs and disappear
So take your pick
You choose the one that fits
I’m an idiot
I’m a fool
I’m a twit
Or just a jerk
Whatever you choose
It’s the truth and
… it hurts

3.00 a.m.

Why don’t I see what others see
With vision and with clarity
I have this disability
I’m blinded by my stupidity

3.30 a.m.

I hate the word hate
Except in one case

copyright 2006 ann raven

Steam rising
Sultry stifling
Windows wide
Heavy inside
Curtains still
Upon the sill
Music playing
Bodies swaying
Glasses clink
Champagne drink
Sounds vibrate
Party thrill
I must I will
Abandon sleep
Shuffle feet
Pace the floor
Walk out the door
Beat pounds
Rhythmic sounds
Tempo slows
Eyes closed
Warm breath
Caresses neck
Hand on skin
Shudder within
Body bends
Fever transcends
Heart complies
Passions rise
Joy to discover
Perfect lover
He mysterious
Me delirious
Steam rising

Copyright 2006 ann raven

Albert Schweitzer:
At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us.

Alfred Painter:
Saying thank you is more than good manners. It is good spirituality.

Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all the others.

Eric Hoffer:
The hardest arithmetic to master is that which enables us to count our blessings.

H. U. Westermayer:
The Pilgrims made seven times more graves than huts. No Americans have been more impoverished than these who, nevertheless, set aside a day of thanksgiving.

John F. Kennedy:
As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them.
Margaret Cousins:
Appreciation can make a day, even change a life. Your willingness to put it into words is all that is necessary.
Ralph Waldo Emerson:
I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and the new.

Henry Ward Beecher:
Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.

Marcel Proust:
Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
William James:
The deepest craving of human nature is the need to be appreciated.

Wishing all of you my dear American friends, sisters, muse and everyone a Happy Thanksgiving and I give you my thanks for your friendship… guess it wouldn’t go amiss to thank Vincent D’Onofrio… if it wasn’t for him I would never have found blogging and all of you.

Thanks Vincent… I wish you and yours a Happy Thanksgiving too… mwahxxx

lotsa luv ann xxxxx

On her lips five special words
Take heed of them
They are not absurd

Not the ones whispered true
Declaring passionately
I’ll be there for you

Or even the sweet sublime
Most romantic
I love you be mine

Nor when you ask on bended knee
For her to be your wife
Will you marry me please

And her answer is second to none
The five words you wish to hear
Yes you’re the only one

For when she is in a dither
Don’t duck or seek shelter from things
Flying hither and thither

Pay attention you have nothing to fear
If you say these five words to her
Yes my love whatever dear

And it may help if you add for good measure, there there there
When she cries out her five special words
I’ve got nothing to wear

copyright 2006 ann raven

His Voice

Posted on: 19 November 2006

For my muse ~ because of you
I have found the inspiration to
write and the courage to
share my poetry ~ thank you*************************

Heard gentle voice
A texture so fine
Quality words
Soft, silken, kind
Read me a story
Blew away my mind
Quiet, soft-spoken
Laughter refined
Told me of truths
A life left behind
I hope to hear more
Another time
Fact or fiction
Alone or entwined
Stroked me his voice
Warmth shined
And lifted my spirit
Privileged was I

Copyright 2006 ann raven

“We beat them back with broken blades, till crimsom ran the tide;

“Death thundered in the cannon smoke when Richard Grenville died.

“We should have blown her hull apart and sunk beneath the Main.

“The people saw upon his wrist the scars of the racks of Spain.

Where is Bess?” said Solomon Kane. “Woe that I caused her tears.”

“In the quiet churchyard by the sea she has slept these seven years.

“The sea-wind moaned at the window-pane, and Solomon bowed his head.

“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and the fairest fade,” he said.

the loves of my life

at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet ~~~ plato

thank you…

... to everyone whose pictures and videos I have borrowed; if anyone would like theirs to be removed, please tell me and I shall be happy to do so

all words here are mine ~ I’ll tell you when they’re not!

from long ago

in case I forget what day of the week it is

November 2006