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	<title>Words that sing</title>
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	<description>Words about writing, singing, living and loving</description>
	<pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 16:38:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Seduction</title>
		<link>http://wordsthatsing.wordpress.com/2008/07/18/seduction/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 16:38:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lirone</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Above my firmly planted feet
my slender waist sways
as I turn to show myself
in my full glory.
I tread, as all beauties must
that delicate knife edge -
Seducing those with what I need.
Avoiding those who might hurt.
Youth is achingly short - so I
must seize each sunlit hour.
Before age&#8217;s frost can wither
the very life in my veins.
So don&#8217;t call [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Now</title>
		<link>http://wordsthatsing.wordpress.com/2008/07/17/now/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 00:04:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lirone</dc:creator>
		
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		<category><![CDATA[mine enemy grows older]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[
Once
just
a dream
quietly
beckoning my heart
towards a dimly seen future
Now
here
heavy
in my arms
all senses announce
that the idea has become flesh
And
smells
more real
more vivid
than I imagined
with the eyes of my hopeful mind.
Strange
gift -
to see
ideas
shape matter - into
a house, a child, or a poem.
I wrote this as a companion poem to &#8220;waiting&#8221; - which I wrote some time ago for a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Welcome to your garret&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://wordsthatsing.wordpress.com/2008/07/17/welcome-to-your-garret/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Jul 2008 23:26:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lirone</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Ye can stow yer clobber here
And bed down in yon hay
If ye hear summat wail in t&#8217;night
It’s just our Rosie – she’s on heat
(Not the sort of behaviour
we encourage here
even in bitches, mark ye!)
So yer a writer, then?
Well, scrawl away. It won’t
put food on yer plate, or mine
but happen it’s harmless enough.&#8221;
This was a response [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Together - a Burmese Climbing rhyme</title>
		<link>http://wordsthatsing.wordpress.com/2008/07/17/together-a-burmese-climbing-rhyme/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Jul 2008 18:41:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lirone</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[So they were true,
the words you said!
I knew, deep down -
yet still found it
astounding we
could stop grieving
so easily -
once more free, to
just be in love.
Like a dove wings
above the wood
to her good home,
we could nest too,
me and you, with
our wounds now healed.
&#62;&#62;&#62;
This is my first attempt at a Burmese climbing rhyme, an intriguing form that I came across [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Escapist reading - two haiku</title>
		<link>http://wordsthatsing.wordpress.com/2008/07/16/escapist-reading-a-haiku/</link>
		<comments>http://wordsthatsing.wordpress.com/2008/07/16/escapist-reading-a-haiku/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 19:01:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lirone</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Through a gate of words
My heart escapes its fear. Rests
In other minds&#8217; dreams.
Do I spend too long,
Safe but lonely, inside my
Paper-walled fortress?
       ]]></description>
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		<title>Dancing - a ghazal</title>
		<link>http://wordsthatsing.wordpress.com/2008/07/15/dancing-ghazal/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 00:32:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lirone</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Life&#8217;s music may set our arms mourning or our feet dancing
And yet whatever its melody, we are always dancing
A bright lightning flashes between the minds and hearts
Of a man and the desirable woman he espies dancing
Some may baulk, finding dancing too spontaneous or sensuous
Yet who can live freely who is hesitant when he tries dancing?
Revelling [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Rather like cats&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://wordsthatsing.wordpress.com/2008/07/14/rather-like-cats/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Jul 2008 22:35:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lirone</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[High in the cold air of the mountains
Where rain and clouds are rarely seen
I sit and dream of lush tropical green,
Hot humidity and refreshing fountains
And next week, I will be longing for a breeze
To freshen the the humid, insect-thick nights
Yearning for the coolness of the heights.
Humans are such hard creatures to please!
This was written for [...]]]></description>
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		<title>In the night</title>
		<link>http://wordsthatsing.wordpress.com/2008/07/14/in-the-night/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Jul 2008 16:30:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lirone</dc:creator>
		
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		<category><![CDATA[loving]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[writing]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[calling]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[guitar]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[heart]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[night]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[triolet]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[
Someone, somewhere is playing a tune
his fingers strumming in the gloom
on the trembling strings. And my heart
echoes the pulse of his subtle art.
Someone, somewhere is playing a tune,
calling to me through the rainswept dark.
In the unknown distance, under the moon
someone, somewhere is playing a tune
on the trembling strings of my heart.
This is a response to the picture [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Dancing feet</title>
		<link>http://wordsthatsing.wordpress.com/2008/07/13/dancing-feet/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2008 23:06:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lirone</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[In the supermarket
I turn to pick up some tomatoes
and find my feet
pivoting in a dance step.
Later on, choosing a bag of sugar, I notice
they&#8217;re doing it again - one foot
skimming the outline of the other,
rhythmically crossing
in front
behind.
And I realise that, this weekend
I have danced further than I have walked
and my feet are enjoying
their new,
less pedestrian,
vocation.
Indeed [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Just to say&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://wordsthatsing.wordpress.com/2008/07/13/just-to-say/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2008 16:13:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lirone</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8230;that the Humanist symposium is up at faith in honest doubt. Some interesting posts, and one of mine!
       ]]></description>
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