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thumping, pumping
hearts beating together,
hands clenching, they sway in a dance
lips interlocked
tongues teasing each other
aching with needs and desires
clothes discarded
kicked off onto the floor
naked flesh pressed on naked flesh
needs, desires
explored and discovered until
AC Elliott, 23-Oct-17

Written using Cinquain Swirl poetry form.

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Autumn’s Story ~ #poetry

Another great piece from Dorinda on Autumn!!!

Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos

Russet blends, its color new

Snakes its way from yonder, through

Leaves of green that change to gold

Beautiful autumn, does unfold

Before our eyes, her palette true

Painted landscapes, grace the view

Until the time, when she grows old

And fades away, her story told

Photo and poem ©Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved

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To Those Who Wait

Come learn how to turn the frustration of waiting into the Gift of Slowing Down!!

Erica Goss

P1020620 Altar with candles and holy water at St. Mary’s Episcopal Church

I was an impatient child. I wanted everything, all the time, right now. Each year before Christmas, my impatience flared into full-blown anxiety, complete with stomach cramps, shallow breathing, and sleepless nights. Once I overheard my mother telling my father, “Christmas is too hard for Erica.” The anticipation was overwhelming for me, to the point of panic.

Waiting is hard. In our hyped-up, stressed-out world, waiting is not something we look forward to. Waiting in line, waiting at the doctor’s office, waiting for a response or a phone call or the right opportunity or the right person – these are associated with frustration, delay, and wasted time.

On Saturday, I had the wonderful experience of co-leading a group of women in an Advent retreat. Held at St. Mary’s Episcopal Church in Eugene and titled “Waiting With Mary,” we focused…

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Come and enjoy why “I Am Called Christmas



I appear but once a year, I am the day,

The cold that comes with it is part of me.

The snow falling down may be when I’m around,

Decorated trees have everything to do with me.

Songs of the season, mistletoe, and a snowman.

I am called Christmas, a celebration of family and togetherness,

Gifts given, love, and happiness are a piece of what I am.

I am a day of peace and goodwill toward man,

I am a sleigh ride through the sky by a jolly old man

And reindeer on such a special night.

I am called Christmas, the name stands for many

Happening events throughout the land,

I am not one man, I am many hearts on a December day.

Keith Garrett

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I’m here still missing my smile

Come and read these heartfelt words and feel them in your heart!

Beans, Pen & Nirja

Istill trust you with all my shattered heart you left for me

I love you, thats what you said at that moment, and I believed your words with my whole heart

I believed the warmth in your sweet lie, maybe
because at that moment, I really thought you actually meant your words

Even now, if you come and say me, I will still have faith in yourwords

Still missing my smile – silly smile, it was better when I was with you

Image Courtesy: Google

Copyright © 2017 Nirja Gelal, Beans, Pen & Nirja – All Rights Reserved

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