done, thanks for the link  :)

rapture in lyric

jonquils harmonize yellow

sun completes the tune 

This one. Some memories/moments never leave our hearts. 'For Barry' The I B Club Middle 60's, four or five rock and roll music Castille's on the stage bell bottoms flowered shirt shaggy fur vest was a coming of age he stood there in that outfit sparkles in his eyes lit up my world Barry was a dear heart kind of crazy too happiness unfurled we had some fun times 11 degrees on New Years we went to the beach surfing into tomorrow he did his very best he had so much to teach Riding on his Harley lady crossed the line in one second he was gone thirty one years later that smile, that grin his memory lingers on (c)2001 by Mourning Dove Caller

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sprout in all glory search for warm rays of the sun bud with sweet fragrance

thank you TwoPynts I'm happy that I got back from vacation in time to post :) a new thread for voting would be great....then my computer would 'spring' to life....grooooooooooooaaaaaan :D

unfolding of life beginning of time soft unfurl of leaf promise of petal wellspring of hope ground thaws source of anew tableau of color garden awaits warmth and rain symphony of bloom gardener's delight croci :)

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time, essential thief, sapping life at colder clime replenish in Spring :)

wings stretching anew savoring warmth of the air soon spring into flight

Way to go, onslow....love the name, makes me think of Clapton. :)

1-Onslow 2-VVdesign 3- mplogue great entries and difficult choices

red roses opening blooms in a crystal vase on the table gift the night before Valentine's Day a token of love opening my eyes at the sound of ringing red roses make me smile phone message steals the heart brings tears later in the day a trip to the florist to order red roses a token of love and sorrow to be placed upon my mother's grave red roses **** this Valentine's Day, it has been 6 years since my mother's passing....they say time heals....it hasn't yet

unwary, go slow, in the snow jeweled mountians avalanche occurs

rat with piece of cheese an analogy for this skier with moguls

I'm posting this short story that I wrote last year. It is based on an event that happened about 5 miles from my house. I sat and watched as the helicopters covered a standoff. When I saw the tight shot of this man crouched in the vestibule of a McDonald's, I felt so sad that he would die. He did, with a head shot. :( For me, this is truly a 'love hurts' story. **** the birthday locket 'I just wanted to say happy birthday, that's all'. As the tears rolled down his cheek, he looked into the eyes of the woman he loved and lost. He saw fear. 'I fucked up, I know , I just wanted to say happy birthday to my girl. He looked out through the window and could see their 17 year old daughter, looking in with pain written all over her face. 'I really messed up this time, I don't know what to do.' When he woke up that morning, he thought about his daughter, their daughter, and how bad things had gotten. He wanted to make things right, just wanted to try to put his family back together. His 2 boys, daughter and his only love. He looked over on the nightstand at the locket in the black box, a birthday gift for his little girl, except she was 17 today, a young woman. He was trying. He knew that things would never be the same, no more birthday parties. He thought back to when she was 10, they went to the mall and she had her ears pierced, his treat to her on her special day. The special days didn't last much longer, the fighting became constant between her mother and him. The accusations and the anger had worn him down, depression clouded his eyes, but throught it all he loved them. He put the locket box and card in his pocket and went to the fast food restaurant where his daughter and common law wife worked. He was hoping the gift would put a smile on his daughter's face, he didn't expect the events that brought him to this moment. He had walked in this morning, expecting to give her the gift, order some food and leave. That is not what happened. His wife became hysterical, she was moving on in her life and had no room for him. Most of the time she just wanted him gone, wanted a new start. Right now she was angered that he wanted to give her daughter a present. She did not want to share anything with this man, even their children. The manager, hearing her yell, came over and asked him to leave because he was disrupting the breakfast crowd. He did so but with a plan to come back. He went back to his house and started drinking. Not a smart way to handle this, he just wanted to be numb and the alcohol was doing that. The combination of anti anxiety meds and alcohol were lethal, on top of the depression and so he started a chain of events that would become the worst thing he had ever thought to do. He went back. Before he left the house he put the black gun in his pocket. That is how he found himself sitting on the floor of the vestibule with the woman who was his life. The woman who was moving on. 'You know I would never hurt you.'Looking out at the police cars surrounding the building, he sighed and then started sobbing deeply. 'She is my daughter and I love her, too.' He shook his head.'I just wanted to say happy birthday.' He put the gun down and looked at this woman and just wanted to hold her, to tell her he loved her. It was too late for that, they had been sitting for over 3 hours and he didn't know what to do. He wanted to pee, he wanted to take back all the hurt, on both sides, he wanted to give his little girl the locket. His body started shaking from the sobs, he was lost in this horrible moment that he had created and he just wanted to end it. He leaned forward to hug his wife, to show her he cared and missed her. In a split second, as he leaned in to kiss her, his body started shaking again and then he slumped forward. The sniper's bullet had pierced his brain. His wife looked down and started screaming. The gun, on the floor, was made of black plastic. It was a toy, he would not have hurt her. Next to the gun was a card with their daughter's name written on front and the little black box. They were covered in blood. mourningdove caller (c)2005