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A Wild Daisy stories/7180/images/daisy.flower.nine.jpg Chapter Five: Thorn Blue did call the next morning wanting to know if it was too early for him to be coming... over that is. I told him that as long as there was a lock on his jock strap and he left the key at home, he could come any time he wanted. The sooner the better. "Hi, Blue please come in." He was dressed in worn jeans, white T and a leather boat shoe. He was holding the other shoe. "I think som

A Wild Daisy Chapter Four: Player "Blue, I heard you might be in town. But, what are you doing here at this time of night?" "Well, I got dumped. My girl and I were making out hot and heavy and I asked her to blow me, but she didn't want to; and the next thing I knew she wanted me out of her car and out of her life. I was just sitting here thinking when your car pulled in and I thought I would ask for a ride. It was a surprise to see it was someone I knew." "I'm sorr

A Wild Daisy Chapter Three: Blue "Rose, my love, would you care for a drink before supper." Pinkie asked as she ran her hand down Ross's tie. "Pinkie, my love, please call be Ross in front of your family. And yes, please, I will have a small scotch." "Rose, my darling, you are the most beautiful man I have ever gotten my hands on and I am quite certain your mother called you her little rosebud. I heard her plainly say it more than once at supper the other night, I might

A Wild Daisy Chapter Two: Willie Day Willie lowered his face and opened his eyes. He had been praying to an empty sky. He was standing in his favorite spot. Actually, it was his grandmother Yula's favorite first, because this was her own grandmother Alice's rose garden. The Day plantation, Daybreak, has been in their family for sightly over three hundred years. The front of the new house (the third residence built on the property, construction circa 1840) had a southeastern

I always wanted to go to the ball, it has to beat prom night. This was my second story on GA, if I recall correctly, but it was the first story I finished. It may be the last story I finish. I would like to feel I have learned a few things in the last year. So, I may edit some as I repost it. Writing has changed me or I have changed my writing.

A Wild Daisy stories/7180/images/daisy.flower.one1.jpg Chapter One: Prologue a wild daisy in a rose garden i feel that way today a white face in a crowd of red just a weed most would say plain and simple set against beauty pull me up throw me away a kind of war under the sun silly the game nature has us play a wild daisy in a rose garden Willie Day

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Strange it left me confused. I didn't laugh or smile. But anyway.

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I have written but a handful of poems and almost all of those are here on GA, done in the last few months. I want to write a good one, so I keep trying. Also, I feel limited by my lack of knowledge and experience about writing and poetry. So these are "by the seat of my pants" poems. In this case I am writting about saddness, an old and maybe dear friend of mine. I have two things I get carried away with. One is the words. I will like a word so much that I will use it even if it changes everything in the poem. Second, is emotion. How to get the emotion to come thru the poem. Maybe there are more important things to consider when writing... like making sense. Anyway, a question was asked. So here is an answer. Right or Wrong. Sighs are a form of human expression, and an arabesque is a pattern of expression. Plus I was thinking of something personal that made the word work for me. As to the word parable, I was thinking in terms of a life being one's own personal parable. That we spend our lifes trying to figure out its answers or questions or etc. So, vague, I guess. I like that.

Emotion blows thru the mind like the winds of our soul. Sometimes warm and welcoming. But at times gushing in strange currents, picking up thoughts and tossing them like leaves in a whirlwind. Nominated for Best Poem Gay Authors Readers' Choice Awards 2010

FALLING LEAVES By Bugeye Did you do what I asked you to do A rainy day I love denial Well it is dead now You scared me... Never do that, sneak up on me Gone to ground I would never do that Look to the sky Watch out One last time I don't love you, much Peaceful dreamer I am mad... Never do that when I am mad I will hear for you

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I often wonder and pause to consider my surroundings. I often find what I have failed to notice. Often I am only passing thru. A word or two doesn’t always do.

THIS LONELY WORLD By bugeye Leave a part out for now To relieve upset And ease into it So round about This story must go A time for less. Timeless. An end to less. Endless. Threshold. A time to hold. Passage. A time to… It was a good size for a hill. Not too much and quite enough. At the crest, a circle of tall walnut trees defined an open meadow. Round about the walnuts were smaller Chinese chestnuts. The slopes of the

If life is a dream, then grasping at the unviable... If life is all there is, then... Why this hunger

ALLURE By Bugeye Reach across A sojourn to nowhere Alone A dream of love bare A lure tempest Allure possessing A view of your path From far Life is dreams... But dreams going nowhere Slowly There is no going back To someplace that's never been But in dream No love to give an empty void No losing what was never had empty No findi

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I am not going to review my own work, but why start a poem and why finish a poem. Why show it. The answers are in my poems.

Nightmind by bugeye A life Fragmented and forgotten Awakens To folly It is freezing here Winter Close is not close And distant is a memory of entanglement But touch is intimate mind to mind Phantom words running away from what must be unsaid This sight... You Bring sighs, arabesques of courtesy and grace Thru a night of dark larks While beams from smiles Cause bright insensitivity and parades captivity as parable Figment bouquet A mind rewinds, reels with pent-up, pensive imaginings So practical, years and years of practical to look forward too Backward glances This conception unclearly near perception Remember to breathe of light And dreams seemingly appear to peer Merciful is it? Across intuition, cognition barren of fear Bitter sensation No finding a glistening beginning Useless No binding a listening ear Lost For seeing, magnified, thru an unaccounted tear Fight For a corner of happiness that disappears Stand Only in that moment will shame keep tame Hands From reaching Merely aimless movement pertains, claws dig this deep Excavating toward nothing Pertinaciously turn the other way Happy that way So this way What do I care? More real than real A mirror with no reflections This obvious disassociation Choices Rejoice that freedom And disconnect from this mockery Unshared Or Think no more About all there is A man distant from the start Who am I After all and the honest truth is There is no truth divided I am half truth And you are not in my equation At all anymore One slow step One turn One look And Gone But the knowing remains Close, so close 　

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