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gene is a married guy from Houston, Texas, USA.
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Hey Tracy, let me be the first to welcome you to SU. Enjoy the journey and the family at SU. Happy Stumbling.
Gene
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Hello Eris. Welcome to SU. Enjoy your journey.

Hola Eris. Bienvenidos a SU. Disfrute de su journry.

Gene
5:39am
young loversSpirits of the night whisper sensuously
Beneath their cover of dreams
Of things that are and things to be,
Floating along on Life's streams.

They watch as snowflakes sing
In various tones of white,
A touch of a hand, whisper soft,
As they love through winter's night.

No echoed storm or cloud befalls
Young lovers who speak with no word,
Their minds and souls have spoken and
With ears of love they have heard.




~ g ~
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Very attractive page with great variety of images, a pleasure to view and what a great philosophy, on his page, "I love God and all the creations of him."
May 3, 9:28pm
two doves

The softest dreams are before the dawn
Memories and dreams wed in the mist
Two figures dancing gently in the dark,
Bringing their soft glow to the shadows.

They speak of longing before the sun rises
Shattering their world of desire
They dance with the purity of a crying child
As seasons of emotion whirl about them

First light furtively slips in unannounced
Gossamer mists vanish, revealing nothing;
Whispering voices of shadows disappear
Two doves take wing on nascence of day



~ g ~
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May 2, 10:23pm
rainy night

It is a rainy night and I think of you.

I stand in the pouring rain and
Each cold drop pounding on me
Now is an icy memory best forgotten.

The lightning crashes about me,
Highlighting that I am alone and
Thunder punctuates the accusation.

I stand in the pouring rain and
Each cold drop pounding on me
Now is a new dream born unto me.

It is a rainy night, is it raining on you?.


~ g ~
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Apr 28, 7:46pm
frogs

My shadow glides in silence over the watercourse.
On account of my shadow the frogs are deprived of stars.

The shadow sends my body reflections of quiet things.
My shadow moves like a huge violet-colored mosquito.

A hundred crickets are trying to gild the glow of the reeds.
A glow arises in my breast, the one mirrored in the water.


~ Federico Garcia Lorca ~
“Frog on a Branch from In A Spring Garden by Ezra Jack Keats source

Apr 28, 10:00am
eyes

Sweet, soft breeze carry me along
In my imagination for I seek
Eyes that are alive even in dreams.

My mind littered by thoughts of yesterday
Old newspapers from my soul and
Blank but for faint smudges.

Memories shock me awake or
Was it the wind? I watch the clock
Forever, its hands never move.

Rain wept as the sun rose and
For no reason but habit I rose as well,
A lone bird in a dark sky.


~ g ~
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Apr 27, 8:41pm
lady red

embracing your Panglossian spirit,
oh sanguine sprite,
sparks the passion for life
that is natural as birth

dreamers of dreams
reach wordlessly into the mist and
i find myself
reaching into Life’s ether

as snowflakes whisper
before the glistening dawn,
you sing Life’s perfect song
with the purity of a child

though you have swum
through a pool of cold tears,
yet you still whisper
in tones of summer’s warmth

inchoate shapes of time join
in chorus lowly sung
and afar your brightness
silhouettes all things


amazing


image from my good friend serendipity7
~ g ~
Apr 24, 4:35pm
PhotobucketI walk - I watch - sometimes I see
Today a butterfly fluttered past me
On his way to wherever butterflies go
To pass a warm spring day.

Long after he flew away, I stood,
Seeing that which he showed me
And at the core of my soul
Trying to understand his message.

His yellow as bright as your smile
But  small black dots and lines
The days when you are plagued by
Pain or dejection, I know in part.

In his wings, a reflection of you,
Parts of you I know,parts I don’t;
In his simple, message he had truth
Of memories, and memories unknown.



~ g ~
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