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Hi Kato ! Thank you so much Mam
You honor me with such praise friend, I also believe you write so honest in pure emotion, your love poems are special 
Mike
posted by
lionladroar
on December 4, 2006 at 12:51 AM
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Hi Marieclaire !
Hope you had a great weekend, chestnuts love them and they are so filing and good for you, plenty of nourishment, also they are supposed too keep colds at bay. This is the season for them overhere, I might just pop out and get myself some, to roast on tonights fire. Thanks for the idear and kind comments friend Mike
posted by
lionladroar
on December 4, 2006 at 12:45 AM
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Thank you Jacenta !
For your encouragement in comment friend. Mike
posted by
lionladroar
on December 4, 2006 at 12:35 AM
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Thank you Neil for comments and picture friend !
I always like the sound of the Sitar, I heard its one of the hardest instruments too learn, hope your sabbath was full of inspiration friend will be over soon for a read of your interesting blogs. Mike
posted by
lionladroar
on December 4, 2006 at 12:33 AM
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Thank you Neil for comments and picture friend !
I always like the sound of the Sitar, I heard its one of the hardest instruments too learn, hope your sabbath was full of inspiration friend will be over soon for a read of your interesting blogs. Mike
posted by
lionladroar
on December 4, 2006 at 12:33 AM
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Thank you SoloWriter !
For your kind comment mam, sorry about the yellow.Maybe your right and its time for a change. Mike
posted by
lionladroar
on December 4, 2006 at 12:27 AM
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Hi Najwa !
Hope you and yours are well friend I hope you find contentment friend, it must be distressing not knowing really where your soul wants to settle down, your homeland or the good old USA. Here's hopping that soon you will feel at home where ever you chose mam. Michael
posted by
lionladroar
on December 4, 2006 at 12:23 AM
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Thank you Tony
Just lately I'm finding inspiration hard to come by, then there it is write in front of me, like you have said in your comments friend its just a matter of looking its every where if one is determined. Feeling also is just as important I find, If I am tired I tend too talk myself out of the write, but know from past adventures this small act can lead into the next day then week. So if a glass or two of scotch can breath life into my thoughts. So be it. Thanks again Tony. 
posted by
lionladroar
on December 4, 2006 at 12:11 AM
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Lion
Delighful reading as always I think your a wonderful writer 
posted by
Kat02
on December 3, 2006 at 5:47 PM
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That was delightful Mike!
i took note of the New Zealand butter in your comment, such a great addition to burnt toast! We used to roast chestnuts in the chimney/fireplace. A few scorched fingers and blackened hands were worth the trouble, in our student days, we used to spend evenings around the fire, it was so damned cold in our flat! The water would be frozen in a glass in the morning. brrrrrre.
I am glad to say, it is nearly summer here! Ha!
posted by
marieclaire66
on December 3, 2006 at 3:22 PM
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lionladroar...
Great write! I really like your creative poem.
posted by
jacentaOld
on December 3, 2006 at 2:33 PM
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You are gifted with musical instruments
some days the wind plays like a sitar, then again as heavy metal bass or tenor...you capture them most competently.
posted by
ILLUMINATI8
on December 3, 2006 at 2:24 PM
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Very nice.
But that yellow is blinding.
posted by
Jenasis
on December 3, 2006 at 1:36 PM
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YOUR POEM IS FOR SURE VERY HIGHLEY WINDING FULL WITH SMOKEY SKY AT ICEY SHORES OF THE RIVER BUT I HAVE HER THE SAME IT SHOULD BE WARM AND NO FRESH AIR BUT IT IS RAINING AT THE GULF ON THE SHORES OF DUBAI AND AL/SHARGAH AND SOMEONE TOLD ME IT HAD NEVER RAIN BEFORE AS THIS TIME I TOLD THAT ONE THAT IS NOT RAIN THAT IS MY TEARS I WANNA GO HOME AT U.S.A,,,,,,,,,, SORRY THAT I WROTE THIS ON YOUR PAGE SIR I MENT THE TRUTH BUT YOU WROTE THE WHOLE PICTURE <<<<<<< THE POWER OF YOUR WORDS LET ME WRITE THE NAKED TRUTH,,,,,,,najwa
posted by
NAJWA
on December 3, 2006 at 1:32 PM
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A good read, Mike - really brings out the situation well.
I've found the same as you, that some nights you just can't get going, but when you finally do, it works out fine, as it has done here. That's writing for you - you have to be determined, and with determination, it will eventually come. Mine's a bottle of beer.
posted by
Antonionioni
on December 3, 2006 at 11:12 AM
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Thank you Troosha !
I was truly stuck last evening having placed my paper and pen down on numerous occasions, then after my second large scotch it just fell into place mam. I never dropped the bread in the fire really 
though I have done in the past. Tina toasted us muffings with real N.Z Butter, bless her. I think though the wind was howling write of me, you silly great lump for hours before the penny finally dropped. Thanks again mam
posted by
lionladroar
on December 3, 2006 at 7:31 AM
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Lion
Where do you come up with this stuff. It's as though the reader enters your racing mind and follows a path of thought adhered to thought. Always so creative and always a good read.
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Troosha
on December 3, 2006 at 7:07 AM
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Hi TAPS! Hope you and your's are well friend !
I just love the open fire, flaming away in its fireplace, poking it about, muffings and real thick spreads of butter! Greases insides agaist the chill of the season, redbricks from the old London Brick Company were found when we chipped of the detertorating plaster too make new, though we soon changed our minds on discovering our warm looking find. Just sitting and staring into the flames with one hand on the poker, the other holding a glass of scotch, with the wind making its sounds adding to the atmosphere cozy . Plus one never knows ones luck, Tina might just get , well you know, furry rugs. Thanks again TAPSMike
posted by
lionladroar
on December 3, 2006 at 6:23 AM
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Thank you afzal for your kind words of encouragement Sir !
posted by
lionladroar
on December 3, 2006 at 5:56 AM
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lionladroar, you make me homesick for a red brick fireplace I used to have. Loved the poem.
posted by
TAPS.
on December 3, 2006 at 5:48 AM
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Poets can be inspired by anything.
posted by
afzal50
on December 3, 2006 at 5:42 AM
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