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| When we are not in love too much, we are not in love enough Comte De Bussy-Rabutin |
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| Starting To Forgive The heart is a wonderous thing It can stand so much sadness And still work to mend itself With each passing day it grows stronger and stronger As it gradually forgets the pain it has suffered As it finds new hope for the coming days How is it that the miraculous part of ones body Can be broken and battered so quick and easy With just the speaking on one word Or the touch of another Or yet the reading of passage How does ones heart survive this To one day skip a beat or jump for joy How does one start to forgive B. Jarrell 2004 |
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind. wm.shakespeare |
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Take twin mounds of clay, Mold them as you may. Shape one after me, Another after thee. Then quickly break them both. Remix, remake them both. One formed after thee, The other after me. Part of my clay is thine, Part of thy clay is mine. -Kwan Tao - Shing |
| Screams Screams dying to come out Words begging to be said Secrets wanting to be told Wrongs needing to be made right Truths told instead of lies Compassion instead of animosity Locked doors replaced by open doors Coldness and callous replaced by warmth and love Broken and battered over come by healing Screams dying to come out B.Jarrell 2005 |
Hidden Private words guarded in the dark Hidden thoughts - whispers Quiet moments shared scandalously Secret desires pass over hushes lips Heated touches told through warm breath Erotic churnings confided discreetly Volcanic pleasure shared for the moment Hearts beating in fevered tempo Heavy breathes slow to standard gait Promises of impending liaison So many untold secrets B. Jarrell 2005 |
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| Our Devise As you slide away from me early each morning I wrap myself up in the flannel and down To replace the warmth of your body Away you go to your first love A female I cannot compete with She gives you more than I ever could Her expression draws you to her Like fire to the fly And yet I find myself intrigued by her Her many facets And can understand your desire To give her constant companionship To feed her more of your talents Her steadfast devotion I cannot match I can only accept her with open arms And embrace the part of you she has not exhausted. B. Jarrell |
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| Again By: B. Jarrell |
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| The Gallery Showing Poem by: B. Jarrell Photography by: J. Jarrell Page by: Marth Carpenter |
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