<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402</id><updated>2011-08-01T22:18:06.630+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Drieske writes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-3664660656580710943</id><published>2010-01-28T13:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T13:10:47.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>True colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Performance of Pabo group 3C&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all so very much&lt;br /&gt;for letting your true colors shine through&lt;br /&gt;spreading them around&lt;br /&gt;so more people see the importance&lt;br /&gt;and the right to be equal&lt;br /&gt;no matter what color you are&lt;br /&gt;inside and out…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-3664660656580710943?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3664660656580710943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2010/01/true-colors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/3664660656580710943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/3664660656580710943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2010/01/true-colors.html' title='True colors'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-871538867775767793</id><published>2009-12-23T09:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T09:50:50.281+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Dark blanket of clouds&lt;br /&gt;So heavy with snow&lt;br /&gt;Wind slicing through skin&lt;br /&gt;Head bowed down low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A candle burns softly&lt;br /&gt;spreading waves of light&lt;br /&gt;Home is Christmas' spirit&lt;br /&gt;Loved ones at your side&lt;div 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Christmas'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-3631086562137382884</id><published>2009-12-10T23:49:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:02:48.891+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight - for YoYo</title><content type='html'>Like a predator it waited&lt;br /&gt;For the wrong moment to hit&lt;br /&gt;Striking when nobody watched&lt;br /&gt;Then sneaking in, bit by bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't know this visitor&lt;br /&gt;Who came in without invite&lt;br /&gt;It ate away your defenses&lt;br /&gt;Your body left in blight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energy drained, fever up&lt;br /&gt;Something was all wrong&lt;br /&gt;Cursed mysterious stranger&lt;br /&gt;With influence so strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Identification made it clear&lt;br /&gt;The intruder wanted to stay&lt;br /&gt;But proud and strong&lt;br /&gt;You started on your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way back to health&lt;br /&gt;Isn't paved with roses at the start &lt;br /&gt;Chemo aggressive took hold&lt;br /&gt;threatened to tear you apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting with body and mind&lt;br /&gt;Despair and hope alternated&lt;br /&gt;One day up, the other down&lt;br /&gt;And still we all waited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;Through cards, texts and calls&lt;br /&gt;Sending our friendship and love&lt;br /&gt;While winter almost wins from fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unique compassion and wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Plus lots of humor on top of that&lt;br /&gt;Your door was always open&lt;br /&gt;Understanding to be had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We miss you dear YoYo&lt;br /&gt;And admire your resolve&lt;br /&gt;You will be back with us all&lt;br /&gt;We need you to stay involved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please fight for us my friend&lt;br /&gt;Keep that hope alive and strong&lt;br /&gt;In silence and word we are with you&lt;br /&gt;to walk your road, however long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;~Marion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;© MD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-3631086562137382884?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3631086562137382884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/12/fight-for-yoyo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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waves in your blood will flatten out&lt;br /&gt;Leaving silence and calmness in stead&lt;br /&gt;But the sea still beckons you and soon&lt;br /&gt;You'll follow her call into the open ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;© MD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-8980439504716761296?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8980439504716761296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/12/sailor-ashore_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/8980439504716761296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/8980439504716761296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/12/sailor-ashore_09.html' title='Sailor ashore'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-1701847032847579740</id><published>2009-12-06T14:46:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T09:09:17.087+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>Being with you feels cloaked&lt;br /&gt;Just like the warm blanket&lt;br /&gt;You wrapped me&amp;nbsp;in last night&lt;br /&gt;When I felt cold on the&amp;nbsp;couch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your presence surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;With love and attention&lt;br /&gt;In your company I'm free&lt;br /&gt;Able to simply be myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You accept me the way I am&lt;br /&gt;Like I cradle your soul&lt;br /&gt;And you encourage me&lt;br /&gt;To follow my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always needed to have time&lt;br /&gt;To be alone, to be on my own&lt;br /&gt;And now I want to live with you&lt;br /&gt;Share your days and nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your place and mine&lt;br /&gt;Provide us with two houses&lt;br /&gt;But no matter where we are&lt;br /&gt;My home lies with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;© MD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-1701847032847579740?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1701847032847579740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/12/home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/1701847032847579740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/1701847032847579740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/12/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-8462751173204595551</id><published>2009-11-26T23:29:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T13:13:58.401+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Your way</title><content type='html'>Dearest brother mine&lt;br /&gt;Your face shimmers before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;A sentiment floats in the air&lt;br /&gt;Filled with sad goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I understand your emptiness&lt;br /&gt;your questions, hopes and despair&lt;br /&gt;Going over facts and memories &lt;br /&gt;Just wishing she were there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossible to change what's going on&lt;br /&gt;I can't bring her back to you&lt;br /&gt;She's firmly made up her mind &lt;br /&gt;And to her course will stay true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for you to find a way&lt;br /&gt;To proudly walk on your own&lt;br /&gt;But I will be here to listen&lt;br /&gt;whenever you feel alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will meet again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;© MD &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-8462751173204595551?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8462751173204595551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-jos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/8462751173204595551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/8462751173204595551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-jos.html' title='Your way'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-4693917707051019364</id><published>2009-11-06T07:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T07:04:43.712+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Blogger: Gloria Weber</title><content type='html'>Welcome to launch of the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gaslight Demons&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Virtual Book Tour&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m your hostess, Gloria Weber, author of &lt;b&gt;Gaslight Demons&lt;/b&gt;, published by &lt;i&gt;Morbidgames Publishing&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t be alarmed!&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Marion is quite aware of the fact I’m here.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, once again, I would like to say thanks to Marion for allowing me to guest post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the shock has worn off, you might be asking yourself, “What is a virtual book tour?”&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, that’s what I plan on explaining today.&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us get the obvious out of the way first: the goal of a virtual book tour is to get word out to people about a book.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In this case, &lt;b&gt;Gaslight Demons&lt;/b&gt;, published by &lt;i&gt;Morbidgames Publishing&lt;/i&gt;, written by me, Gloria Weber.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And yes, shameless plugging is also a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now most of you might be familiar with the traditional book tours, where an author goes from book to bookstore, maybe even visiting a library or two.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A virtual book tour is somewhat like that, but instead of bookstores the author pops up on other people’s blogs or websites.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The author then spews some bit of wisdom and, when appropriate, shamelessly plugs her book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I’m not doing it again.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know you got the idea by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why would any sane person do this?&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Generally, it is done as a form of cross promotion.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m not just writing this post and forgetting about it.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone I know is hearing about me being here on this blog.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And you, Marion’s faithful followers, are getting to hear about the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gaslight Demons&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Virtual Book Tour&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite simple, isn’t it?&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the explanation done, I must now return to shameless plugging.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you would like to know more about me, where I’ll be virtually book touring next, or where to buy &lt;b&gt;Gaslight Demons&lt;/b&gt; visit: &lt;a href="http://gloriaweber.wordpress.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://&lt;wbr&gt;gloriaweber.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If you are into pen and paper role playing games, you may also want to check out my publisher, &lt;i&gt;Morbidgames Publishing&lt;/i&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.morbidgames.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.&lt;wbr&gt;morbidgames.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thank you, for your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© Gloria Weber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-4693917707051019364?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/4693917707051019364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/11/guest-blogger-gloria-weber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/4693917707051019364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/4693917707051019364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/11/guest-blogger-gloria-weber.html' title='Guest Blogger: Gloria Weber'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-3586755321798867900</id><published>2009-09-29T21:51:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:07:51.446+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Balance</title><content type='html'>Balance,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes strong and stable&lt;br /&gt;at other times fragile&lt;br /&gt;the scales ready to be tipped&lt;br /&gt;until you feel yourself&lt;br /&gt;dropping like a stone&lt;br /&gt;dark, emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balance,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes fragile&lt;br /&gt;self reflection, a mirror&lt;br /&gt;look deep and long&lt;br /&gt;at what really counts&lt;br /&gt;then let go of the rest&lt;br /&gt;and soar upwards again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balance,&lt;br /&gt;precious treasured balance&lt;br /&gt;stay with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-3586755321798867900?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3586755321798867900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/09/balance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/3586755321798867900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/3586755321798867900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/09/balance.html' title='Balance'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-8181619981692874510</id><published>2009-05-16T14:45:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T09:53:32.269+02:00</updated><title type='text'>One year...</title><content type='html'>How can just one year&lt;br /&gt;be filled with a lifetime of emotions&lt;br /&gt;Each day a  pearl, shining, aglow,&lt;br /&gt;nights alive with tender passion&lt;br /&gt;Holding  in a warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;my love for you, forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-8181619981692874510?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8181619981692874510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/8181619981692874510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/8181619981692874510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-year.html' title='One year...'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-2066923172415113522</id><published>2009-05-12T07:08:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:56:40.346+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawn</title><content type='html'>Dreaming away&lt;br /&gt;at break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;Running outside&lt;br /&gt;breathing fresh air&lt;br /&gt;Watching horses&lt;br /&gt;grazing dreamily&lt;br /&gt;A pheasant strolling&lt;br /&gt;through the meadow&lt;br /&gt;Cat staring&lt;br /&gt;then running away&lt;br /&gt;to the other side&lt;br /&gt;Good morning day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-2066923172415113522?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2066923172415113522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/05/dawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/2066923172415113522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/2066923172415113522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/05/dawn.html' title='Dawn'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-511214252655145659</id><published>2009-04-29T12:57:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:56:51.220+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun ~ for Marij</title><content type='html'>In the dark long hours before dawn&lt;br /&gt;When brooding thoughts search your heart&lt;br /&gt;Dragging you down, you feel alone&lt;br /&gt;Then remember the new day's start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A glorious moment when the sun rises&lt;br /&gt;Her golden rays tickling your face&lt;br /&gt;Your life filled with sweet surprises&lt;br /&gt;For now filtered in a painful haze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day my sweet and gentle friend&lt;br /&gt;Joy finds you, feelings all abloom&lt;br /&gt;Tears float away and you'll mend&lt;br /&gt;Shedding those tendrils of doom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the sun warm your skin, feel free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-511214252655145659?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/511214252655145659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/marij.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/511214252655145659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/511214252655145659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/marij.html' title='Sun ~ for Marij'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-1322536160302065616</id><published>2009-04-28T16:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:57:01.649+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny</title><content type='html'>Life tries to rush by, so make sure you grab its tail and keep up. Don't let it  get away from you, but take a firm grip and make it your own.&lt;br /&gt;Only you  can make your own destiny, nobody else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-1322536160302065616?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1322536160302065616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/destiny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/1322536160302065616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/1322536160302065616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/destiny.html' title='Destiny'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-7975437173183633156</id><published>2009-04-28T14:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:57:13.326+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My love</title><content type='html'>It's been a year&lt;br /&gt;since your words first touched my heart&lt;br /&gt;And in all this  time&lt;br /&gt;our souls have never been apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You intrigued me,&lt;br /&gt;called me  onwards on our road&lt;br /&gt;Taught me new things&lt;br /&gt;and offered caring arms to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my Vman,&lt;br /&gt;for a year of wonder, love and happiness&lt;br /&gt;Onwards to 39 more&lt;br /&gt;filled with laughter and sweet caress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-7975437173183633156?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7975437173183633156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/7975437173183633156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/7975437173183633156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-love.html' title='My love'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-5595914173828874528</id><published>2009-04-28T14:47:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:57:43.909+02:00</updated><title type='text'>For Bandit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did you ever hear the tale of Fred&lt;br /&gt;A red and white spotted tomcat?&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce you to my friend&lt;br /&gt;The bravest critter in all Catland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He strolls the house just like a dog&lt;br /&gt;No stranger is allowed to walk&lt;br /&gt;Protects his mistress with all might&lt;br /&gt;And sings for her all through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a mouse, rabbit, bird or rat&lt;br /&gt;Then keep your distance, specially when fat&lt;br /&gt;His teeth ivory white, claws curved and sharp&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in a smooth but hairy garb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stalking the house on socks utter soft&lt;br /&gt;Big eyes non blinking, tail aloft&lt;br /&gt;What's that, a prey, stay perfectly still&lt;br /&gt;Then attack a fly near the window sill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazily stretching in a sunlit spot&lt;br /&gt;Rolls to his back if it gets too hot&lt;br /&gt;Chasing your own tail is a funny game&lt;br /&gt;A cat, both wild and yet cuddly tame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No shoelace is safe for this feline puss&lt;br /&gt;But in one situation Fred's a wuss!&lt;br /&gt;Daylight scares my otherwise brave pall&lt;br /&gt;Only inside my house he's feeling well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every evening he sits by the door&lt;br /&gt;and wants to hunt for doves and more&lt;br /&gt;Yet light and sun chase him away&lt;br /&gt;No roaming the neighbourhood during the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help - dear friends - my lovely Fred&lt;br /&gt;That is no life for a proud savage cat&lt;br /&gt;Could sunglasses perhaps solve it all?&lt;br /&gt;Or a cute female feline's call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-5595914173828874528?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/5595914173828874528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-bandit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/5595914173828874528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/5595914173828874528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-bandit.html' title='For Bandit'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-4214248001086185849</id><published>2009-04-28T14:47:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:57:30.688+02:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Vman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;While you're away, my life goes on&lt;br /&gt;But so much bleaker now you've gone&lt;br /&gt;Rooms fill with shades, it's getting cold&lt;br /&gt;Without your caring arms to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts get caught in a tangled maze&lt;br /&gt;But then upon your ring I gaze&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful and sparkling with light&lt;br /&gt;Like you, making my life so bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy my love, this trip from dreams&lt;br /&gt;And know that the harder it seems&lt;br /&gt;The more we'll enjoy once you're back&lt;br /&gt;To share the loving we now lack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-4214248001086185849?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/4214248001086185849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-vman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/4214248001086185849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/4214248001086185849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-vman.html' title='For the Vman'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-1021835775861451469</id><published>2009-04-28T14:45:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:58:09.079+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of Patsy's story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;Wine or beer, now let me see&lt;br /&gt;Do you by any chance also have tea?&lt;br /&gt;I do love wine, but not this soon&lt;br /&gt;Holy mackerel Pats, it's not even noon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, said Patsy, be right back&lt;br /&gt;Then pulled in panic all from his pack&lt;br /&gt;Tea, she wants tea, what can I do&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I can cook it from this shoe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water boiling, in went the footwear&lt;br /&gt;The stench was hard to bear&lt;br /&gt;Pats, used to his own smell,&lt;br /&gt;didn't notice and thought it well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ya go Milady dear&lt;br /&gt;Your herbal tea is right here&lt;br /&gt;But Drieske's nose curled in distaste&lt;br /&gt;Horrible, but can't let it go to waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thanked the man and waved him close&lt;br /&gt;Then gave his hair a tea's fair dose&lt;br /&gt;Pats stood dripping, filth down his face&lt;br /&gt;shocked took off in a state of haze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no Patsy, don't run, it's not that bad&lt;br /&gt;In cleanness much is to be had&lt;br /&gt;She gazed around and met Ayslhyn's eye&lt;br /&gt;We have to find him again, or at least try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In pursuit they went, Ayslhyn up front&lt;br /&gt;Then Rwhen &amp;amp; Drieske strengthening their bond&lt;br /&gt;The tracks were leading into a stables' door&lt;br /&gt;the likes they hadn't seen before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brave knight entered with nose secure&lt;br /&gt;To counter the overwhelming odour&lt;br /&gt;Servant Pats was hidden behind a crate&lt;br /&gt;while he whimpered, wait, please wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Ayslhyn was fed up with the bloke&lt;br /&gt;And gave him in his ribs a poke&lt;br /&gt;Now get up and finally be a man&lt;br /&gt;but Patsy cried out like only Patsy can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking his ear, Knight lead the way&lt;br /&gt;Outside in the brook that's where you will stay&lt;br /&gt;Dumped him in the water, clothes still on&lt;br /&gt;Now this is how your bath shall be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-1021835775861451469?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1021835775861451469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-of-patsys-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/1021835775861451469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/1021835775861451469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-of-patsys-story.html' title='Part of Patsy&apos;s story'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-4228320079233143876</id><published>2009-04-28T14:45:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:45:20.922+02:00</updated><title type='text'>TORC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;Then by all means you two, go ahead&lt;br /&gt;And create a brand new thread &lt;img src="http://forums.theonering.com/images/smiles/icon_hugs.gif" alt="Hug" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this particular string of prose&lt;br /&gt;With muse and fun in a perfect dose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how did the pancakes taste&lt;br /&gt;You ate them all, none went to waste?&lt;br /&gt;Must be talented to eat 'm with a spoon&lt;br /&gt;Slowly so your waist won't go to ruin &lt;img src="http://forums.theonering.com/images/smiles/icon_wink.gif" alt="Wink" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drieske turns then and faces Pats&lt;br /&gt;"Flowers for me, oh dear, you know that's &lt;br /&gt;very sweet of you, you're too kind&lt;br /&gt;Lately Gunnar has been on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brave knight and I lost contact alas&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is in a mess&lt;br /&gt;So thank you Patsy, you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Let's sit down and talk for a while..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://forums.theonering.com/images/smiles/icon_group.gif" alt="Group Hug" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-4228320079233143876?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/4228320079233143876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/torc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/4228320079233143876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/4228320079233143876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/torc.html' title='TORC'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-2578623278732853493</id><published>2009-04-28T14:44:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:44:54.219+02:00</updated><title type='text'>For Ayslhyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayslhyn has come back to us at TORC&lt;br /&gt;For some rhyming and more fun&lt;br /&gt;But during these last years&lt;br /&gt;He's forgotten how that's done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear knight, just let your fingers flow&lt;br /&gt;Make them dance over the keys&lt;br /&gt;Keep your thoughts relaxed&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll soon feel more at ease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll think of some adventurous quest&lt;br /&gt;Where new people meet and share&lt;br /&gt;So give me your ideas and dreams&lt;br /&gt;Come on brave one, do you dare? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://forums.theonering.com/images/smiles/icon_wink.gif" alt="Wink" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-2578623278732853493?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2578623278732853493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-ayslhyn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/2578623278732853493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/2578623278732853493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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felt something wriggling against her toes&lt;br /&gt;Looked up and in the dim light of the campfire&lt;br /&gt;and saw it was Patsy's running red nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a scream she jumped to her feet&lt;br /&gt;and hopped up and down to get off the ooze&lt;br /&gt;Pats meanwhile grinned sheepishly&lt;br /&gt;holding up and offering his bottle of booze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-5399048696594270226?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/5399048696594270226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-of-patsys-story-january-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/5399048696594270226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/5399048696594270226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-of-patsys-story-january-2009.html' title='Part of Patsy&apos;s story ~ January, 2009'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-110446987754933306</id><published>2009-04-28T14:42:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:58:56.540+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;A tentative smile blossoms&lt;br /&gt;Lips that curl into a tender arch&lt;br /&gt;Eyes shining with an inner light&lt;br /&gt;And a radiance surrounds the soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An awakening heart&lt;br /&gt;Giving strength&lt;br /&gt;Where there was weakness&lt;br /&gt;Giving light&lt;br /&gt;Where there was darkness&lt;br /&gt;Giving hope&lt;br /&gt;Where there was none left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glorious feelings&lt;br /&gt;She doesn’t care if this is the one&lt;br /&gt;She doesn’t care if this will work&lt;br /&gt;She cares about hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-110446987754933306?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-2381859137669832884</id><published>2009-04-28T14:42:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:58:37.607+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;When leaves drift to the ground&lt;br /&gt;In green, yellow, brown and red&lt;br /&gt;Autumn must be close around&lt;br /&gt;So much beauty is to be had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bears hiding warm and deep&lt;br /&gt;twitch an ear, breath light&lt;br /&gt;All of nature's going to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Into a long wintery night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mushrooms pop up their head&lt;br /&gt;no longer timid, no longer shy&lt;br /&gt;Whole circles form a humid bed&lt;br /&gt;Abundant colors catch your eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raindrops ornamenting into lace&lt;br /&gt;Blessing twigs with unique art&lt;br /&gt;Just let the season tease your face&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy all with your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunlight filters through the haze&lt;br /&gt;Biting cold forgotten for now&lt;br /&gt;Trickling down in tiny rays&lt;br /&gt;Promise of an everlasting vow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That winter will soon set in&lt;br /&gt;Covering the land with frost&lt;br /&gt;But then signs of a new begin&lt;br /&gt;Spring oh spring, you are not lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ~for the Vman ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-2381859137669832884?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2381859137669832884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/2381859137669832884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/2381859137669832884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-1000625415132606645</id><published>2009-04-28T14:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:59:12.430+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Safe and warm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The way home&lt;br /&gt;blocked with rows of iron horse&lt;br /&gt;the car in front of me&lt;br /&gt;accelerating agonizing slow of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic light nears&lt;br /&gt;then switches to red before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;voice is raised&lt;br /&gt;words on my lips, not that nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green appears&lt;br /&gt;and I relax again, step on the gas&lt;br /&gt;humming I drive&lt;br /&gt;another corner, another queue alas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark surrounds&lt;br /&gt;my little haven with piercing headlights&lt;br /&gt;again temper flares&lt;br /&gt;hitting the brakes, avoiding a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then eyes open wide&lt;br /&gt;ambulance, police car, fire brigade&lt;br /&gt;two cars in accident&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear god, I hope it’s not too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silently I drive past&lt;br /&gt;shamed for my impatience and not staying calm&lt;br /&gt;please let all&lt;br /&gt;arrive home safely tonight, safe and warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-1000625415132606645?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1000625415132606645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/safe-and-warm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/1000625415132606645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/1000625415132606645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/safe-and-warm.html' title='Safe and warm'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-659129004492789662</id><published>2009-04-28T14:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:59:27.063+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Written by Rwhen for me ~ December, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time passes, each hour unfolds silently, gone&lt;br /&gt;A sun rises, a moon sets, stars still twinkle at dawn,&lt;br /&gt;Years and tears and fears all tested and tasted&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lost, nothing ventured, nothing wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When like hearts rekindle the fire of knowing&lt;br /&gt;At recognition, blazing in fascination and growing,&lt;br /&gt;Atoms collide, the universe survives and we unite&lt;br /&gt;Unaware of what has passed, unable to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look into my face you blue eyed wonder&lt;br /&gt;Let not this friendship remain unkindled or assunder,&lt;br /&gt;We will fertilize and till this warm and rich loam&lt;br /&gt;Reaching ever for the happiness and comfort of home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Drieske &lt;/span&gt; , your gift is a daily treasure&lt;br /&gt;Not lost in the blur of work or leisure,&lt;br /&gt;I hold you so close to my soul and face&lt;br /&gt;A friendship that time will never erase. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your continued friendship and support.&lt;br /&gt;Above all things, this is wholesome and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://forums.theonering.com/images/smiles/icon_lovesmiley.gif" alt="Love Smiley" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://forums.theonering.com/images/smiles/icon_rose.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-659129004492789662?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/659129004492789662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/written-by-rwhen-for-me-december-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/659129004492789662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/659129004492789662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/written-by-rwhen-for-me-december-2007.html' title='Written by Rwhen for me ~ December, 2007'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-5086032842997113936</id><published>2009-04-28T14:39:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:59:39.865+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Diving in again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memories come flooding back, when reading through this prose&lt;br /&gt;Back to the fun we had with poor Patsy and his runny nose&lt;br /&gt;The baths we took, and then setting out on some silly quest&lt;br /&gt;All of these adventures have put us through dangerous tests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after, more touching poetry, feelings expressed in words&lt;br /&gt;About cats and cows, horses and even mocking birds &lt;img src="http://forums.theonering.com/images/smiles/icon_wink.gif" alt="Wink" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all shared  friendship, sadness, despair, silliness and love&lt;br /&gt;Then silence, farewell… but  suddenly like a beacon from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bond we share vibrated, pulled at my heart through invisible strands&lt;br /&gt;Calling me, stretching, and reaching out with warm caring hands&lt;br /&gt;So I came back here, longing for united creativity and a lost home&lt;br /&gt;in search of dwarf, elven warriors, knights, dragons and gnome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A longing unfulfilled for so many years awakens, and here I am&lt;br /&gt;Still juggling with words half fun, half serious, searching for a gem&lt;br /&gt;This floundering simply will have to do, but to me it is fun&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully remembering how the heck this writing should be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then unexpectedly a name shines through, a voice speaks soft my name&lt;br /&gt;And now I wonder about the bond, was this why back I came?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Rwhen &lt;/span&gt; , memories, deep friendship, again feeling you near&lt;br /&gt;Thankful and happy for this reunion, it’s so good to be here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://forums.theonering.com/images/smiles/icon_smile.gif" alt="Smile" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://forums.theonering.com/images/smiles/icon_rose.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-5086032842997113936?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/5086032842997113936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/diving-in-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/5086032842997113936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/5086032842997113936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/diving-in-again.html' title='Diving in again'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-6997267348613552646</id><published>2009-04-28T14:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:59:50.316+02:00</updated><title type='text'>For Wynken21</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;Alone, lonely, outcast,&lt;br /&gt;words that imply standing apart.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the world is too much&lt;br /&gt;and empty does feel your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that these feelings fade,&lt;br /&gt;that happiness will come your way,&lt;br /&gt;You only need to let it happen&lt;br /&gt;and keep despair at bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun shines her golden light&lt;br /&gt;on each and everyone of us,&lt;br /&gt;uniting small solitairy humans,&lt;br /&gt;denying all the daily fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can not find this day&lt;br /&gt;what you search for so brave&lt;br /&gt;then simply wait another night&lt;br /&gt;for the things you crave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending a small golden ray of light&lt;br /&gt;to you Wynken, try to smile.&lt;br /&gt;If not be happy forever,&lt;br /&gt;then at least for a little while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-6997267348613552646?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/6997267348613552646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-wynken21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/6997267348613552646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/6997267348613552646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-wynken21.html' title='For Wynken21'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-2677317381875818507</id><published>2009-04-28T14:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:35:53.010+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Written by Wynken21 for me ~ October, 2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;Dry your tears oh loving one,&lt;br /&gt;Know that pain is now undone.&lt;br /&gt;Fill your head with precious times,&lt;br /&gt;that you shared throughout your lives.&lt;br /&gt;The love you hold will never fade,&lt;br /&gt;Happiness that Lotus made.&lt;br /&gt;Feel peace and know things are ok&lt;br /&gt;and you'll be united again one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-2677317381875818507?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2677317381875818507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/written-by-wynken21-for-me-october-2004.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/2677317381875818507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/2677317381875818507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/written-by-wynken21-for-me-october-2004.html' title='Written by Wynken21 for me ~ October, 2004'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-5288109309858884329</id><published>2009-04-28T14:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:00:01.098+02:00</updated><title type='text'>For Lotus ~ later in October 2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;And now you're gone, beloved friend&lt;br /&gt;I kept you close to me untill the end&lt;br /&gt;your body fragile, you fought so brave&lt;br /&gt;all I wanted was to keep you safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I had to let you go, I couldn't follow&lt;br /&gt;and today seems terribly hollow&lt;br /&gt;sweet Lotus, little thing, I think of you&lt;br /&gt;saying goodbye is so hard to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy up there little one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-5288109309858884329?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/5288109309858884329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-lotus-october-2004_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/5288109309858884329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/5288109309858884329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-lotus-october-2004_28.html' title='For Lotus ~ later in October 2004'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-4762969745294762695</id><published>2009-04-28T14:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:00:11.461+02:00</updated><title type='text'>For Lotus ~ October 2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;you keep me warm&lt;br /&gt;when I'm cold&lt;br /&gt;you are there&lt;br /&gt;when I need to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never complain about&lt;br /&gt;the food I serve&lt;br /&gt;even though&lt;br /&gt;it's not hors d'oevre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I come home&lt;br /&gt;you're always sweet&lt;br /&gt;and reserved&lt;br /&gt;to new people you meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know when to talk&lt;br /&gt;and when to shut up&lt;br /&gt;when to proceed&lt;br /&gt;and when to stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stubborn as hell&lt;br /&gt;but devoted to me&lt;br /&gt;what would I ever do&lt;br /&gt;without thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man I love my cat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-4762969745294762695?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/4762969745294762695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-lotus-october-2004.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/4762969745294762695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/4762969745294762695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-lotus-october-2004.html' title='For Lotus ~ October 2004'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-8418486749808265000</id><published>2009-04-28T14:31:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:00:48.419+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;Why is letting go so very hard,&lt;br /&gt;is it selfish to miss you this way?&lt;br /&gt;Still it's clawing inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;thinking of you each single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is rather happy now&lt;br /&gt;knowing you are safe.&lt;br /&gt;But my heart bleeds with tears&lt;br /&gt;and toys with memories you gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving you is setting you free&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing else left.&lt;br /&gt;You choose the path you want to walk,&lt;br /&gt;of options though I feel bereft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many plans, so wild and strong&lt;br /&gt;pearls of hope woven into dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside I will nurture them&lt;br /&gt;untill the next meeting of our streams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not forget you my lady,&lt;br /&gt;and cherish the memories we made.&lt;br /&gt;We shared so much, so deep,&lt;br /&gt;reminiscenses that never fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments filled with laughter, some sadness,&lt;br /&gt;but always knowing you are there.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of friendship, past, present,&lt;br /&gt;no more future is hard to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No question: we will meet again,&lt;br /&gt;and for that moment I will wait.&lt;br /&gt;Untill then stay a treasure in my heart&lt;br /&gt;remember: friends are never late!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, my sweet dear friend&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe, I bid you fare well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-8418486749808265000?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8418486749808265000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/torn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/8418486749808265000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/8418486749808265000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/torn.html' title='Torn'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-2771528080485015565</id><published>2009-04-28T14:28:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:01:04.565+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;A twinklin' star, newly born,&lt;br /&gt;was feeling lonely, sad and torn.&lt;br /&gt;Far up there, it looked around,&lt;br /&gt;then smiled at what its eyes had found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myriads and myriads of shining lights&lt;br /&gt;winked over to him all through the night.&lt;br /&gt;Its voice sang out in gasping wonder,&lt;br /&gt;recognising his kin was over yonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So each night after the sun says goodbye&lt;br /&gt;impatience fills our little star's eye.&lt;br /&gt;It can't wait to shine its rays down on us&lt;br /&gt;and is gently mocking our daily fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The universe connected through numerous beams&lt;br /&gt;enough to fulfil each person's dreams&lt;br /&gt;of friendship, caring, tender and sweet,&lt;br /&gt;sharing is what deep down we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whenever you gaze up to it all&lt;br /&gt;it will make you feel tiny and small.&lt;br /&gt;Let this silvery gem be your personal star&lt;br /&gt;and bring you truckloads of happiness... Mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-2771528080485015565?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2771528080485015565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/2771528080485015565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/2771528080485015565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/star.html' title='Star'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-2004399830784429390</id><published>2009-04-28T14:25:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:01:26.381+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A shimmering dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;why sometimes it's so hard&lt;br /&gt;to accept the things you know&lt;br /&gt;get it over with, move on&lt;br /&gt;and simply let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fight is neverending&lt;br /&gt;the one of head and heart&lt;br /&gt;perhaps I need another life&lt;br /&gt;to finally realise that part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but every day the sun comes up&lt;br /&gt;to enlighten us with its rays&lt;br /&gt;a golden haze brings hope and dreams&lt;br /&gt;of new chances coming our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my spirit sees and feels my friends&lt;br /&gt;soars high upon wings of their love&lt;br /&gt;and looking down I recognise&lt;br /&gt;my folly from up above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessed are my days, friends&lt;br /&gt;with caring hearts around me&lt;br /&gt;and I thank you all so very much&lt;br /&gt;near you is where I want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your warm arms, always open,&lt;br /&gt;holding, giving, honest and true&lt;br /&gt;Rwhen, I hope that I can return&lt;br /&gt;these pure good feelings to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so again I shake myself&lt;br /&gt;get out of this melancholy mood&lt;br /&gt;a nod, a grin, a firm expression&lt;br /&gt;aye, perhaps I just need some food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-2004399830784429390?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2004399830784429390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/shimmering-dawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/2004399830784429390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/2004399830784429390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/shimmering-dawn.html' title='A shimmering dawn'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-5188278293806832955</id><published>2009-04-28T14:25:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:01:15.655+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The real story of Shadowfax</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;A small hobbit child walked out of the door&lt;br /&gt;on her way to adventures, she wanted more.&lt;br /&gt;Little brother, loving parents, home in her town,&lt;br /&gt;but the suffocating boredom, it all made her frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were the trolls, orcs, horses and ents,&lt;br /&gt;the wizards, giant spiders, the road's bends?&lt;br /&gt;The stories of Gandalf played on in her mind,&lt;br /&gt;inspired she thought: now thát's one of a kind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying in her bed, blanket tucked up under her chin&lt;br /&gt;she finally made way for the restlessness within&lt;br /&gt;So on this early Thursday, backpack filled to the rim,&lt;br /&gt;the girl slipped out of the door and disappeared into the dim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janaia was the name of this brave courageous heart,&lt;br /&gt;curly hair, spirit so bright, a voice made to be a bard.&lt;br /&gt;Sturdy legs swallowed miles, eyes sparkling like the sun,&lt;br /&gt;when finally her parents woke, our adventuress was already gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breeze tickled her cheeks and the girl laughed out loud,&lt;br /&gt;auburn locks dancing around her ears, she looked very stout.&lt;br /&gt;Once she glanced around, on the verge of leaving familiar trails,&lt;br /&gt;But then, anticipation blossoming, she climbed over the rail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden autumn fields beckoned her onwards, "Come child come,&lt;br /&gt;you need to feel us, breath us, touch and walk upon us", they hummed.&lt;br /&gt;The meadows rolled by gently, to be conquerred on foot&lt;br /&gt;while a distant touch of mossy green indicated a dark wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Janaia stopped, sounds of hoofs reaching her ear,&lt;br /&gt;and into the brook she jumped, like a startled small deer.&lt;br /&gt;Closer and closer the horse drummed, mouth covered with foam,&lt;br /&gt;while carefully the hobbit peeped out, boots slipping in loam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No rider nor sadle, not even a bridle to control nature's steed,&lt;br /&gt;easy Janaia, she breathed softly, of his fear now take heed.&lt;br /&gt;Softly her voice sang out to the frightened snowy white mount,&lt;br /&gt;and his ears pricked forward, curious, one hoof still off the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arching neck, the grey snorted, ripples moving his muscles and coat,&lt;br /&gt;and in that instant she was lost, on his beauty she was dote.&lt;br /&gt;The hobbitgirl crawled up and stood still, eyes open wide,&lt;br /&gt;waiting, her voice ever caressing, she took the first stride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enchanted by her voice, the grey waited eagerly for her soft hand&lt;br /&gt;and with that touch she extended her trust, now and forever friend.&lt;br /&gt;Magick sang loud while a small part of Middle-Earth held her breath,&lt;br /&gt;a wondrous chance encounter, what guided her this day on her path?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of her hopes and dreams seemed to come true, fulfilled in one glance,&lt;br /&gt;the image of the white stallion, sunlit and steaming, a neverending dance.&lt;br /&gt;"My Shadowfax," she whispered, tears glistening full of wonder,&lt;br /&gt;"no one will come between us, nothing will be able to rip us asunder!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janaia slipped on to his back, sat up and then contented rode home&lt;br /&gt;but ever since that day, horse and child, together the wilds they roam.&lt;br /&gt;Exploring, searching, her wanderlust mirrored in the stallion's brown eyes,&lt;br /&gt;stretching out to horizons afar, a horse and hobbit's paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-5188278293806832955?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/5188278293806832955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/hobbits-paradise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/5188278293806832955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/5188278293806832955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/hobbits-paradise.html' title='The real story of Shadowfax'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-3387918100056690333</id><published>2009-04-28T14:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:25:07.173+02:00</updated><title type='text'>For prmiller ~ October, 2003</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;your presence she will feel&lt;br /&gt;your eyes that shine in hers&lt;br /&gt;your hand holding hers tightly&lt;br /&gt;you are the strength Parm&lt;br /&gt;be strong for her and smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-3387918100056690333?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3387918100056690333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-prmiller-october-2003.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/3387918100056690333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/3387918100056690333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-prmiller-october-2003.html' title='For prmiller ~ October, 2003'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-6872407091521196978</id><published>2009-04-28T14:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:01:36.693+02:00</updated><title type='text'>For Rwhen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;one ray of light&lt;br /&gt;is all you need&lt;br /&gt;a phone to ring&lt;br /&gt;then better take heed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are all here&lt;br /&gt;and hope with you&lt;br /&gt;to make your deep wish&lt;br /&gt;quickly come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a challenging job&lt;br /&gt;with caring buddies&lt;br /&gt;feeling of appreciation,&lt;br /&gt;then no more worries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear Rwhen, my friend&lt;br /&gt;for you we do pray&lt;br /&gt;that not only one beam&lt;br /&gt;but the whole sun comes your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-6872407091521196978?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/6872407091521196978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-rwhen_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/6872407091521196978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/6872407091521196978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-rwhen_28.html' title='For Rwhen'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-3973074805618702731</id><published>2009-04-28T14:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:23:22.470+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Written by Rwhen for me ~ September, 2003</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;A tiny bud sits on the tree&lt;br /&gt;Straining towards the light&lt;br /&gt;Energy flows, so it grows&lt;br /&gt;Reaching an unexplored height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bursting petals now unfold&lt;br /&gt;Life is on it's way&lt;br /&gt;Once a bud, a fledgling child&lt;br /&gt;Inside having so much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the flower opens wide&lt;br /&gt;Laughing with life's song&lt;br /&gt;Fragrance and words issue forth&lt;br /&gt;Righting the smallest wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For she is ripe ready to loose&lt;br /&gt;Her writings into the air&lt;br /&gt;Creative juices swirl about&lt;br /&gt;Leaving prose so pure, so fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timing is everything in life&lt;br /&gt;As cycles ready us for more&lt;br /&gt;Drieske my friend, your time is here&lt;br /&gt;Your mind open and ready to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself a bud upon that tree&lt;br /&gt;Holding you hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;I will enjoy all you offer&lt;br /&gt;and firmly forever we shall stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-3973074805618702731?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3973074805618702731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/written-by-rwhen-for-me-september-2003.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/3973074805618702731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/3973074805618702731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/written-by-rwhen-for-me-september-2003.html' title='Written by Rwhen for me ~ September, 2003'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-3821869766992728130</id><published>2009-04-28T14:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:01:47.420+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Passage way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;At the back of my house is a dark forgotten path, only used as a passage, never as goal.&lt;br /&gt;Uneven tiles, overshadowed by high trees, always hidden behind wall and garden.&lt;br /&gt;Untill that after-summer's day, when I walked through the passageway on my way to the street, lost in deep thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;The path still was the same, but suddenly I stopped and looked around, in wonder...&lt;br /&gt;A cool silence, filtered sunlight, hazy indistinct colours,&lt;br /&gt;bushes, shrubs, trees and plants that were looking at me,&lt;br /&gt;as if that small piece of wild nature was holding its breath, and wordlessly called for response.&lt;br /&gt;Often is said that all is discovered on this earth, everthing has been analysed and recorded.&lt;br /&gt;Not true though: always and everywhere there are magical places,&lt;br /&gt;only visible to those who have eyes for it, dare to open up...&lt;br /&gt;From these bushes, behind that sandhill,&lt;br /&gt;whose eyes can observe us without us knowing?&lt;br /&gt;How many times people pass by, watching but not seeing?&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible, that, in that hidden little oasis of peace, magic still exists?&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching through the window, stare at the trees and dive with my thoughts down the trunks,&lt;br /&gt;back to the amazement, to the moment of magical power...&lt;br /&gt;just a passage, an escape without fire,&lt;br /&gt;but a passageway that set my imagination to flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-3821869766992728130?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3821869766992728130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/passage-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/3821869766992728130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/3821869766992728130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/passage-way.html' title='Passage way'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-6127452350208031908</id><published>2009-04-28T14:20:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:01:58.042+02:00</updated><title type='text'>For Maeglin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;the voice of life is a vibrant tone&lt;br /&gt;telling us of the days that pass by&lt;br /&gt;through its company we are never alone&lt;br /&gt;it sings towards the minutes and hours that fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during our lives the voice sings out loud&lt;br /&gt;celebrating happiness, bubbling with mirth&lt;br /&gt;perfect songs and lyrics are wild with joy&lt;br /&gt;like our parents on the moment of our birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when sadness causes your throat to thicken&lt;br /&gt;and hardly a word will pass your lips&lt;br /&gt;all grows silent, gloom and shadows fall&lt;br /&gt;despair, a heart of its smiles it strips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when the sound of hope slowly loses its light&lt;br /&gt;a second voice joins in and helps you along&lt;br /&gt;encouraging, inviting, showing the way&lt;br /&gt;gently taking your hand, growing strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both voices now sing loud in harmony&lt;br /&gt;up the scales of notes they playfully dash&lt;br /&gt;and on this path many more parts will come&lt;br /&gt;but this harmony of friendship remains the flash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-6127452350208031908?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/6127452350208031908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-maeglin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/6127452350208031908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/6127452350208031908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-maeglin.html' title='For Maeglin'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-7264382090251868222</id><published>2009-04-28T14:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:02:07.419+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a ghost ~ August, 2003</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;a ghost called loneliness&lt;br /&gt;hovers over my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;not a clear feeling,&lt;br /&gt;but an emptiness inside&lt;br /&gt;not a sentiment,&lt;br /&gt;but a black hole&lt;br /&gt;tearing apart what was solid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what once was safe&lt;br /&gt;now brings pain and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;tears fall unnoticed&lt;br /&gt;where is my strength&lt;br /&gt;where is my happiness&lt;br /&gt;nothing seems to matter anymore&lt;br /&gt;I know it will pass though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life demands that I go on&lt;br /&gt;fight against pain and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;battle and struggle&lt;br /&gt;always swimming against the tide&lt;br /&gt;in the hope that one day&lt;br /&gt;the current will sweep me away&lt;br /&gt;to a safe and welcoming shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for this day I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;go away ghost, let me be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-7264382090251868222?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7264382090251868222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-ghost-august-2003.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/7264382090251868222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/7264382090251868222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-ghost-august-2003.html' title='Just a ghost ~ August, 2003'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-4504043997998747610</id><published>2009-04-28T14:18:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:02:14.926+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;a summer sky, blue, white and grey&lt;br /&gt;was staring at it for a long time&lt;br /&gt;tracing airplanes, following birds&lt;br /&gt;wishing it was possible to climb&lt;br /&gt;up towards those sailing white ships&lt;br /&gt;and lay down safely above it all&lt;br /&gt;but decided to stay on my towel&lt;br /&gt;tiny bit afraid that I might fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Dino today, and Fred Flintstone&lt;br /&gt;a whale, majestic, a cat chasing a mouse&lt;br /&gt;the breeze touching my body and face&lt;br /&gt;seeking shelter against the heat in my house&lt;br /&gt;those fluffy white clouds made me smile&lt;br /&gt;taking me back to my childhood days&lt;br /&gt;thank you summer, thank you wind and sun&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember you fondly, always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-4504043997998747610?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/4504043997998747610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/clouds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/4504043997998747610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/4504043997998747610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/clouds.html' title='Clouds'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-8345587902931699344</id><published>2009-04-28T14:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:02:22.543+02:00</updated><title type='text'>To romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;A man is searching,&lt;br /&gt;in touch with his soul,&lt;br /&gt;ever onwards,&lt;br /&gt;going for his goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His heart's desire&lt;br /&gt;to be filled to the brim&lt;br /&gt;and finally lose&lt;br /&gt;the emptiness within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman is hearing,&lt;br /&gt;feeling his call,&lt;br /&gt;her aura streaming out&lt;br /&gt;to enlighten it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together they meet,&lt;br /&gt;eyes locking in wonder,&lt;br /&gt;hearts that sing loud,&lt;br /&gt;all fear ripped asunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking, sharing,&lt;br /&gt;daring to open up,&lt;br /&gt;the light grows brighter&lt;br /&gt;reaching for the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand my love&lt;br /&gt;while we explore each day,&lt;br /&gt;let me hug and touch you&lt;br /&gt;keeping loneliness at bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-8345587902931699344?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8345587902931699344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-romance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/8345587902931699344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/8345587902931699344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-romance.html' title='To romance'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-2827448153605339689</id><published>2009-04-28T14:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:15:54.169+02:00</updated><title type='text'>For Rwhen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;I'm so lucky to know a certain lady&lt;br /&gt;who's giving me sun when life gets shady&lt;br /&gt;supporting me and giving me joy all the time&lt;br /&gt;I love you dearest lady friend mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-2827448153605339689?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2827448153605339689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-rwhen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/2827448153605339689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/2827448153605339689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-rwhen.html' title='For Rwhen'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-844250358565522715</id><published>2009-04-28T14:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:02:32.965+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;when the wine is in a girl&lt;br /&gt;everything just seems to swirl&lt;br /&gt;the mind will come alive&lt;br /&gt;for joy and laughter we strive&lt;br /&gt;eyes will sparkle, gestures fast&lt;br /&gt;chatting &amp;amp; talking, untill at last&lt;br /&gt;the alcohol knocks us dead&lt;br /&gt;and then we're off to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-844250358565522715?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/844250358565522715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/wine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/844250358565522715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/844250358565522715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/wine.html' title='Wine'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-8987074697047161477</id><published>2009-04-28T14:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:02:41.734+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;a ship of friends,&lt;br /&gt;sailing around the world&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the tides are gentle&lt;br /&gt;peacefull, quiet, a nice breeze&lt;br /&gt;so we can sit back and enjoy&lt;br /&gt;watching sunny shores glide by&lt;br /&gt;nudging each other&lt;br /&gt;pointing at playing dolphins&lt;br /&gt;a majestic whale&lt;br /&gt;sunlight glittering on the waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at other times&lt;br /&gt;the tides will be dangerous&lt;br /&gt;threatening, rough, dark and hostile&lt;br /&gt;and then is the time&lt;br /&gt;to work together on that ship&lt;br /&gt;to be able to build on each other&lt;br /&gt;blindly, trusting, knówing&lt;br /&gt;do not feel frightened&lt;br /&gt;you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;the bonds of friendship&lt;br /&gt;will hold you firmly in place&lt;br /&gt;securely bound by loving feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we dock a harbour&lt;br /&gt;and meet new friends&lt;br /&gt;who board our beautiful ship&lt;br /&gt;and others will leave perhaps&lt;br /&gt;to meet again in another time and place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends are keeping me together...&lt;br /&gt;thank you so very very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-8987074697047161477?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8987074697047161477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/beautiful-friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/8987074697047161477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/8987074697047161477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/beautiful-friendship.html' title='Beautiful friendship'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-3542681927175071764</id><published>2009-04-28T14:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:02:50.857+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Every day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;when you open your eyes in the morning&lt;br /&gt;and look around,&lt;br /&gt;the warmth of your bed close around you&lt;br /&gt;then feel happy for all the things you have&lt;br /&gt;all the things you can enjoy&lt;br /&gt;and don't feel sad for the things you miss&lt;br /&gt;because every day&lt;br /&gt;gives us the opportunity&lt;br /&gt;to make choices&lt;br /&gt;every day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-3542681927175071764?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3542681927175071764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/every-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/3542681927175071764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/3542681927175071764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/every-day.html' title='Every day'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-1871257124794961368</id><published>2009-04-28T14:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:02:59.644+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The child inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;the child inside will never leave&lt;br /&gt;even not on a dark autumn's eve&lt;br /&gt;if you ever have any doubts then please&lt;br /&gt;close your eyes and imagine these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you do when there's a tincan on the street&lt;br /&gt;will you be able to control your feet?&lt;br /&gt;I for one have to kick it with all my might,&lt;br /&gt;so it will clatter and give folks a fright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you do when a child throws a ball&lt;br /&gt;will you catch it or let if fall?&lt;br /&gt;I for one will join in and run along&lt;br /&gt;laughing, screaming, acting crazy, is that wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you do when after rain there's a puddle&lt;br /&gt;will you stay dry and under an umbrella huddle?&lt;br /&gt;I for one have the strong urge to jump right in&lt;br /&gt;and splatter everyone wet, and then grin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finding a balance, sometimes easy sometimes hard&lt;br /&gt;but if we only realise the choice, then it's a start&lt;br /&gt;let us all enjoy the wonderful feeling of letting go&lt;br /&gt;of all the grown-up wisdom, and just frolic in the snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-1871257124794961368?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1871257124794961368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/child-inside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/1871257124794961368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/1871257124794961368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/child-inside.html' title='The child inside'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-5653012654136253453</id><published>2009-04-28T14:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:03:08.082+02:00</updated><title type='text'>After divorce ~ September, 2002</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;today is a day to remember&lt;br /&gt;to cherish in my heart&lt;br /&gt;because this will be a beginning&lt;br /&gt;a difficult but brandnew start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this date means Autumn, I agree&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't feel that way&lt;br /&gt;the sun started shining again&lt;br /&gt;and I hope it will forever stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-5653012654136253453?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/5653012654136253453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/after-divorce-september-2002.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/5653012654136253453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/5653012654136253453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/after-divorce-september-2002.html' title='After divorce ~ September, 2002'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-3250228689448596940</id><published>2009-04-28T14:05:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:03:20.935+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The path of life ~ August, 2002</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;the path of life leads on into the future&lt;br /&gt;and these days I'm starting to wonder&lt;br /&gt;where will it take me, how will I feel&lt;br /&gt;how life will be over yonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every person is unique, a treasure,&lt;br /&gt;struggling to get the best out of life&lt;br /&gt;for love, honour, friendship and happiness&lt;br /&gt;is what we never relenting strive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each day brings new challenges, chances&lt;br /&gt;every minute there are choices to be made&lt;br /&gt;look forward with your chin up, be tough&lt;br /&gt;and fear, but never be too afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm living and fighting through life&lt;br /&gt;just like each and every one of you&lt;br /&gt;and all my experiences have taught me one thing&lt;br /&gt;the most important thing is FRIENDSHIP so true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The,real,Maeglin, lady Rwhen, MiLord Ayslhyn&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart&lt;br /&gt;without you I will never ever make it&lt;br /&gt;you give me strength, courage, advice and love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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2002'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-3466101146544641691</id><published>2009-04-28T14:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:06:30.404+02:00</updated><title type='text'>For prmiller ~ August, 2002</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;dear prmiller, happy congrats to you&lt;br /&gt;and let's party like only TORC-ers can do&lt;br /&gt;this is a day of great mirth and joy&lt;br /&gt;although you're little more than a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrating the day you were born&lt;br /&gt;when from the warm womb you have been torn&lt;br /&gt;untill now you have come a pretty long way&lt;br /&gt;but arrived safely to this merry day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drieske shakes his hand and kisses his cheek&lt;br /&gt;and makes him promise he won't wash it for a week*&lt;br /&gt;would you care to dance with me on this slow song?&lt;br /&gt;and the party goes on, all night long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-3466101146544641691?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3466101146544641691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-prmiller-august-2002.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/3466101146544641691'/><link rel='self' 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"boooh"&lt;br /&gt;"I guess I have a confession to make,&lt;br /&gt;because here there's too much at stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prmiller, dear Rwhen," she says without boast,&lt;br /&gt;"I really stand in awe of all your posts!&lt;br /&gt;Your words make me fall silent and shy&lt;br /&gt;and I was asking myself: can I get by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rhyming is simple, but honest at heart,&lt;br /&gt;and I loved it right from the start,&lt;br /&gt;and I do hope together we will grow..."&lt;br /&gt;then she retreats again with a bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue sharing my feelings with you&lt;br /&gt;in rhyme, beautiful cadences, still a lot to do.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, let's continue, and when the time is right,&lt;br /&gt;our party will put up again a grand fight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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2002'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-366658791010771453</id><published>2009-04-28T14:01:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:01:40.803+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of Patsy's story ~ August, 2002</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;Drieske reads the scroll carefully again&lt;br /&gt;and then finally she does comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;She knows about the danger of darkness&lt;br /&gt;that can turn ones heart into a heavy mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing a look of understanding with the bard,&lt;br /&gt;she feels sad that their ways so soon will part.&lt;br /&gt;With a smile she wishes him a pleasant journey&lt;br /&gt;come back safely I pray to thee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MiLord Ayslhyn, do you know where we will go next?&lt;br /&gt;Because I think that our dear Patsy still is vexed.&lt;br /&gt;We were searching for him a maiden fair&lt;br /&gt;with green eyes and long curling golden hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's getting that funny look again&lt;br /&gt;I bet he's realising all the more he is a man!&lt;br /&gt;So please let's ride on and focus his mind,&lt;br /&gt;untill we indeed a partner for your servant do find. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-366658791010771453?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/366658791010771453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-of-patsys-story-august-2002.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/366658791010771453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/366658791010771453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-of-patsys-story-august-2002.html' title='Part of Patsy&apos;s story ~ August, 2002'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-173713817383916420</id><published>2009-04-28T14:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:01:09.394+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of Patsy's story ~ July, 2002</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;Drieske chooses her place beside the Bard,&lt;br /&gt;determined to stay there on guard.&lt;br /&gt;Softly she said "What happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you mind telling me, please do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are happy to have you in our team,&lt;br /&gt;although different it sometimes may seem.&lt;br /&gt;We ride in peril and need you with us here,&lt;br /&gt;so at all times please won't you stay near?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A touch to his arm, a quick flashing smile,&lt;br /&gt;and then the miles pass silent for a while.&lt;br /&gt;After making sure the Bard's at ease again&lt;br /&gt;the sorceress gallops to Gunnar, to her man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-173713817383916420?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/173713817383916420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-of-patsys-story-july-2002_4661.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/173713817383916420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/173713817383916420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-of-patsys-story-july-2002_4661.html' title='Part of Patsy&apos;s story ~ July, 2002'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-9041698205681188798</id><published>2009-04-28T14:00:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:00:51.426+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of Patsy's story ~ July, 2002</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;Then another wail ruptures the night&lt;br /&gt;giving the company an evil fright&lt;br /&gt;All rein in their horses and stand still,&lt;br /&gt;straining their ears while approaching a hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mist and the dark obscure the eye&lt;br /&gt;and they can only see the looming trees nearby.&lt;br /&gt;Drieske looks around and then checks again,&lt;br /&gt;she whispers softly "Hey, we miss a man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did the bard go, we need to retrace our steps,&lt;br /&gt;for he may be in danger, or is lost perhaps!"&lt;br /&gt;The mist is forming pearls of moisture on their cloaks&lt;br /&gt;and trails the cobwebs between the giant oaks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-9041698205681188798?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/9041698205681188798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-of-patsys-story-july-2002_7816.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/9041698205681188798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/9041698205681188798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-of-patsys-story-july-2002_7816.html' title='Part of Patsy&apos;s story ~ July, 2002'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-7822209604615792836</id><published>2009-04-28T14:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:00:29.709+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of Patsy's story ~ July, 2002</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;Hearing the Lady's words, the sorceress rode on,&lt;br /&gt;her thoughts taking her back to a past long gone.&lt;br /&gt;The studies, the hard work, her initiation-day,&lt;br /&gt;since then she had come a lonely and dangerous way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then looked at her knight, riding next to her&lt;br /&gt;and a watery haze suddenly made her eyes blur.&lt;br /&gt;Gunnar, who had saved her life when she was lost,&lt;br /&gt;he charged right in and got her out, no matter what cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then they were inseparable, a couple for life,&lt;br /&gt;together they traveled, for justice they'd strive.&lt;br /&gt;Her thoughts strayed back to the issue at hand&lt;br /&gt;and her eyes wandered about the desolate land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evil dark lord's plans she must try and fathom,&lt;br /&gt;overcome his treacherous plans and overrule his kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;She felt her power stir, reacting instinctively to her needs&lt;br /&gt;and suppressed it quickly, saving it for later deeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drieske smiled at Rwhen, a resolute glimmer in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can detect magic, traps and will recognise his lies,&lt;br /&gt;but my powers can not be launched for combat use,&lt;br /&gt;their origin lies in enhancement of nature, so those I can choose...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-7822209604615792836?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' 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height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-5133933562600974014</id><published>2009-04-28T13:59:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:00:04.706+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of Patsy's story ~ July, 2002</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;Drieske looked at Patsy with renewed interest&lt;br /&gt;and decided then and there to give her utmost best&lt;br /&gt;to find a lady sweet for this man with a past,&lt;br /&gt;to give him some joy and happiness at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked over to the snoring Pats and looked down,&lt;br /&gt;he was having a troubled dream and wore a frown.&lt;br /&gt;The sorceress stooped low and stroked his brow&lt;br /&gt;and then the Pats-man smiled and relaxed somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friends,&lt;/i&gt; she said, &lt;i&gt;I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;we have to decide where our path does lead us to&lt;br /&gt;will we go after the lady who's waiting on Patsy dear&lt;br /&gt;or first hunt down the dark lord to the North of here?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-5133933562600974014?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/5133933562600974014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-of-patsys-story-july-2002_933.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/5133933562600974014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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and the cold of the night.&lt;br /&gt;The sorceress rummages through her backpack,&lt;br /&gt;then smiles and takes out some magic snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet sticky marshmellows appear in her hand,&lt;br /&gt;lifting the mood better than any wands can.&lt;br /&gt;Drieske tacks them on top of some twigs,&lt;br /&gt;and then passes around those promising sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snuggling up against her dear knight Gunnar,&lt;br /&gt;she stares in the flames, wrapped up in wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Where would this tale lead them to&lt;br /&gt;and what deeds would they yet have to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-4051713498343267523?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/4051713498343267523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-6655496879781125547</id><published>2009-04-28T13:59:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:59:29.195+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of Patsy's story ~ July, 2002</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;All listen breathlessly to the tale,&lt;br /&gt;the ladies perplexed, a little bit pale.&lt;br /&gt;Drieske looks at Pats, her eyes blurred,&lt;br /&gt;this history finds her deeply disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody deserves such a horrid fate,&lt;br /&gt;that girl would never get a date!&lt;br /&gt;So please tell Milord, what happened next,&lt;br /&gt;did the poor thing really stay vexed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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2002'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-4011818888749556002</id><published>2009-04-28T13:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:59:11.569+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of Patsy's story ~ July, 2002</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;&lt;i&gt;of course MiLady, here's the gin&lt;br /&gt;I hope something is left within&lt;br /&gt;because I took a mighty swig&lt;br /&gt;hehe, and it's giving me a kick&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drieske hopelessly tries smothering her laugh&lt;br /&gt;and grabs a firm hold of her quarterstaff&lt;br /&gt;then her attention focusses on Ayslhyn again&lt;br /&gt;to hear the story of the poor Pats-man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-4011818888749556002?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/4011818888749556002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-of-patsys-story-july-2002.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/4011818888749556002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/4011818888749556002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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would daunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking ahead she relaxes and lowers her bow,&lt;br /&gt;since the dark one has nowhere left to go.&lt;br /&gt;Trusting fully in the lady Rwhen's might,&lt;br /&gt;she boldy addresses the dark knight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why did you villains attack my friends?&lt;br /&gt;You should know where hostility ends.&lt;br /&gt;Tell us the cause of this hostility,&lt;br /&gt;I recognise you as one of the nobility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are no scum, bandits, outlaws nor thieves!&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;but still no answer, and a sigh the sorceress heaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We are on a noble quest for this ladle-prince;&lt;br /&gt;do explain, or to lil' pieces we will you mince.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drieske stares and waits, her mouth set firm,&lt;br /&gt;anxious to know if he will accept her term.&lt;br /&gt;Her green eyes flash, in her fist the knife,&lt;br /&gt;in case of threat determined to take his life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let us bind him and drag him to the inn:&lt;br /&gt;we can question him better when we are within.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus the party mounts and trots over yonder,&lt;br /&gt;the silent black knight still a mute wonder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-3962466850248922797?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3962466850248922797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-of-patsys-story-june-2002_6200.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/3962466850248922797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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face is disturbed by an intense frown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;State your name sir Knight, who might your master be?&lt;br /&gt;As far as I know travelling this road is for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting dark, and we want to be inside,&lt;br /&gt;why are you blocking this bridge, please step aside.&lt;br /&gt;We have travelled far today on our noble quest,&lt;br /&gt;now all we wish to do is get some rest.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempest shakes his head, dancing as he pleas',&lt;br /&gt;but the sorceress is firm, and presses her knees.&lt;br /&gt;Proud she sits tall on her horse, gazing at the guard,&lt;br /&gt;wondering why this bridge should need a ward...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-7457166914790522955?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-1600839677914462640</id><published>2009-04-28T13:57:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:57:38.260+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of Patsy's story ~ June, 2002</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;And so the companions go and ride forth,&lt;br /&gt;following Aglanor, straight to the north.&lt;br /&gt;Ayslhyn and his lady, then Patsy on his mule,&lt;br /&gt;and although he has no horse, still he looks cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the armor he has borrowed from his master,&lt;br /&gt;riding a horse would be a real disaster:&lt;br /&gt;he's clanging and clonging, swaying in the sadle,&lt;br /&gt;is his hand in stead of a sword, he carries a ladle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drieske closes the ranks with Gunnar at her side,&lt;br /&gt;riding on this quest with him fills her with pride.&lt;br /&gt;Guided by the intricate map, on and on they canter,&lt;br /&gt;filling the golden sunlit hours with fondly banter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-1600839677914462640?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1600839677914462640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-of-patsys-story-june-2002_4059.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/1600839677914462640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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the sorceress' eye.&lt;br /&gt;A black stallion, his bearing majestic,&lt;br /&gt;his strides show strenght, he is fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drieske's eyes gleam with love and pride,&lt;br /&gt;ah, to have a horse like that at her side...&lt;br /&gt;She stretches out her hand, holds very still&lt;br /&gt;and gently probes the stallion's will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patiently waiting, then the beauty draws near,&lt;br /&gt;his ears pricked forward, shining eyes clear.&lt;br /&gt;His noble head forward, the nostrils flare...&lt;br /&gt;does he smell her hand, does he dare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MiLord Ayslhyn holds his breath and whispers "no,&lt;br /&gt;be very careful of this one, this will not go&lt;br /&gt;Tempest is wild MiLady, he has never been tamed,&lt;br /&gt;he can be hostile, his targets are well aimed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the horse softly neighs and shakes his mane,&lt;br /&gt;his eyes lock with Drieske's, it looks like a bane.&lt;br /&gt;Unable to stop, in a trance the lady draws near,&lt;br /&gt;she touches his head lightly and shows no fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is distant as their two minds unite,&lt;br /&gt;the small sorceress and the big stallion, what a sight.&lt;br /&gt;Drieske climbs the fence and jumps in the corral,&lt;br /&gt;Tempest prances around, he is under a spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sorceress steps forward and caresses his neck,&lt;br /&gt;then salutes him, before climbing on his back.&lt;br /&gt;Together they move, just a slight touch will do&lt;br /&gt;and the rest stands and stares, they don't have a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glowing the halfelf looks up and laughs at her mate&lt;br /&gt;"No man should use force on a creature this great,&lt;br /&gt;feeling, intuition and love make him understand,&lt;br /&gt;while against brutal force he will always fend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, Oh Gunnar, my Knight, I can't wait now&lt;br /&gt;let us proceed on our quest, we must find that lady somehow.&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel the wind in my hair, the sun on my face!"&lt;br /&gt;then she leans over and gives her Tempest a thankful embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-412700536478958136?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/412700536478958136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-of-patsys-story-june-2002_4210.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/412700536478958136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/412700536478958136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-of-patsys-story-june-2002_4210.html' title='Part of Patsy&apos;s story ~ June, 2002'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-4898960911092534247</id><published>2009-04-28T13:56:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:56:39.861+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of Patsy's story ~ June, 2002</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;Lost in her dreams Drieske hears a voice,&lt;br /&gt;and then she opens her eyes by choice.&lt;br /&gt;She lifts her head and looks up at her Knight,&lt;br /&gt;smiling in joy, in pure delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling him close in a sweet fierce embrace,&lt;br /&gt;she whispers "I really don't want to leave this place,&lt;br /&gt;but you are right, we have to get ready and run,&lt;br /&gt;let's go out on this quest and share some fun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together they get dressed and head down the stair,&lt;br /&gt;the sorceress ruffling fondly through her Knight's hair.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello dear lady Rwhen, a good morning to you!&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how can I help you, please do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rwhen and Drieske get busy with some food,&lt;br /&gt;humming and singing softly, in an expectant mood.&lt;br /&gt;Eggs and sausages sizzle in the frying pan&lt;br /&gt;and a delicious smell wavers to the men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cleaning up, she walks outside and stops to stare,&lt;br /&gt;thinking about her lost steed, her precious mare.&lt;br /&gt;How can she go on a quest without a horse,&lt;br /&gt;But then her face lightens up, ah ofcourse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boldly she walks in again, and searches for MiLord&lt;br /&gt;He has horses, outside in the meadow, a whole hoard!&lt;br /&gt;"Ayslhyn, do you have a minute, could I speak my mind?&lt;br /&gt;If you would lend me a horse, that would be so very kind..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-4898960911092534247?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/4898960911092534247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-of-patsys-story-june-2002_2111.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/4898960911092534247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/4898960911092534247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-of-patsys-story-june-2002_2111.html' title='Part of Patsy&apos;s story ~ June, 2002'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-1187526003231793325</id><published>2009-04-28T13:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:55:38.130+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of Patsy's story ~ June, 2002</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;The cooling water makes drieske shiver with cold&lt;br /&gt;and Gunnar jumps out of the bath with a towel to hold,&lt;br /&gt;he wraps her in it and draws her close to his heart,&lt;br /&gt;then whispers softly "my Lady, you'd better start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to put on your clothes, it's already getting late&lt;br /&gt;and you make one hell of an alluring bait&lt;br /&gt;Come on my dear, please hurry and leave&lt;br /&gt;and thank you for a wonderful eve..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing these words drieske stops and stands,&lt;br /&gt;her leather boots dangling in her hands.&lt;br /&gt;Gunnar's words put a smile on drieske's face&lt;br /&gt;and she looks at him through a watery haze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She carefully places her small hands on his hips,&lt;br /&gt;stands on her toes and gives him a sweet kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Then out she runs after an intense stare&lt;br /&gt;and only her sandelwoody scent lingers in the air...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her strides take her over to MiLord Ayslhyn's hall&lt;br /&gt;Where she hopes to meet and talk to them all&lt;br /&gt;Entering the room, she finds them close together&lt;br /&gt;Studying a kind of map, made of old leather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello my friends, here I am, spotless and clean,&lt;br /&gt;what is that, could I have a look, what does it mean?&lt;br /&gt;And why are you smiling like this, I smell a quest,&lt;br /&gt;Oh can I join in, I'll do my utmost best!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-1187526003231793325?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1187526003231793325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-of-patsys-story-june-2002_4037.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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of Patsy's story ~ June, 2002</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;Drieske stands there, not believing her eyes:&lt;br /&gt;again it's Patsy in his filthy diguise&lt;br /&gt;She only stares at him, and says no word&lt;br /&gt;but her stern look shows clearly she is hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed she sighs and turns away,&lt;br /&gt;no need for Patsy to explain and stay.&lt;br /&gt;"Ah well, this was to be expected, my mistake,&lt;br /&gt;maybe soon another valiant attempt I'll make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I have other things on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;thanks for understanding Gunnar, you are so kind!"&lt;br /&gt;With these words she takes the hand of her knight&lt;br /&gt;and leads him into the bath-house-light...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winking at MiLord Ayslhyn and his Lady Rwhen&lt;br /&gt;she locks the door and places on it a ban,&lt;br /&gt;so nothing will disturb the lady and her Knight&lt;br /&gt;this way they can bathe in full delight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to her chin in the hot steaming foam&lt;br /&gt;she feels his strong hands wash away the loam&lt;br /&gt;her strict companion, now so tender and kind&lt;br /&gt;a better Knight than Gunnar she will never find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she moves and gently turns around&lt;br /&gt;and hushes his startled protesting sound.&lt;br /&gt;Come on Gunnie, relax, it's your turn now&lt;br /&gt;and remember, on your silence you took a vow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if by magic she presents him... a rubber duckie&lt;br /&gt;and when he squeezes the bird, it says "squee-squee"&lt;br /&gt;Both play as happy kids with the bright yellow toy&lt;br /&gt;and they are overwhelmed with unconcerned joy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-3859865114851936980?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-6783990648211212854</id><published>2009-04-28T13:53:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:53:28.098+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of Patsy's story ~ June, 2002</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;all hold their breath, as finally go&lt;br /&gt;Drieske and Pats, together they duck low,&lt;br /&gt;ever so slowly they sink in the bubbles&lt;br /&gt;Gunnar very close, anticipating troubles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then the miracle happens, really it does,&lt;br /&gt;and Drieske smiles knowlingly, because&lt;br /&gt;the eyes of Patsy enlarge, they open wide&lt;br /&gt;as he feels the hot water caressing his hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MiLady?", his voice breathes softy, stuck in wonder,&lt;br /&gt;to carefully sop his whole head under.&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay Pats, just relax, and let it soak."&lt;br /&gt;Gunnar watches silently, like made out of oak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His lady smiles up at him, and extends her hand,&lt;br /&gt;"let's leave Patsy alone in waterwonder-land!&lt;br /&gt;Please my Knight, help me out of this hot tub,&lt;br /&gt;and now in a private bath I want to scrub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of this residue off my hair and skin&lt;br /&gt;I want to relax and need you to grin&lt;br /&gt;So would you care to accompany me my dear?&lt;br /&gt;and leave everybody else to stay here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-6783990648211212854?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/6783990648211212854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-of-patsys-story-june-2002_337.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/6783990648211212854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/6783990648211212854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-of-patsys-story-june-2002_337.html' title='Part of Patsy&apos;s story ~ June, 2002'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-2984012932520228579</id><published>2009-04-28T13:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:53:00.886+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of Patsy's story ~ June, 2002</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;Hello Terry D, that's a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;how are ya doing, just going with the flow?&lt;br /&gt;You always bring with you a kind atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;and I want to welcome you heartily here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thread represents what TORC is for me&lt;br /&gt;and it's really really filling me with glee!&lt;br /&gt;Away from the bickering, discussions and grieve,&lt;br /&gt;the LaFDaFP-thread feels like a big relief:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;writing together, sharing and kind,&lt;br /&gt;telling friends what is on your mind;&lt;br /&gt;the soul of TORC is thriving in here,&lt;br /&gt;it warms my heart, I hold it very dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse me being bold, must be my Dutch-ness,&lt;br /&gt;but Patsy really looks a big shabby mess&lt;br /&gt;A bit too much talking, too little action&lt;br /&gt;let's give this man some satisfaction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So haul over that bucket, I'm ready as ever&lt;br /&gt;if we wait for Pats to decide, it's gonna be never.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very determined to get it over and done&lt;br /&gt;and I guess that I have to be the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Patsy, trust in me and take my hand&lt;br /&gt;I will go easy, so you can understand&lt;br /&gt;together we will step into this water-tub&lt;br /&gt;and wash away all the grime and grub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But listen carefully, I will say this only once&lt;br /&gt;between us there is NOT going to be any romance.&lt;br /&gt;My love is ONLY for my Knight, my dear Gunnar,&lt;br /&gt;one false move, and Pats, you are a gone'r... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-2984012932520228579?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2984012932520228579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-of-patsys-story-june-2002_984.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/2984012932520228579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/2984012932520228579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-of-patsys-story-june-2002_984.html' title='Part of Patsy&apos;s story ~ June, 2002'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-2182627536593362300</id><published>2009-04-28T13:52:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:52:19.930+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just lovely</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Some people come into our lives and quickly go;&lt;br /&gt;some people become friends and stay a while,&lt;br /&gt;leaving beautiful footprints on our hearts&lt;br /&gt;and we will never be the same...&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-2182627536593362300?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2182627536593362300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-lovely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/2182627536593362300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/2182627536593362300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-lovely.html' title='Just lovely'/><author><name>Marion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932048493078552953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-6800760828577032581</id><published>2009-04-28T13:51:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:51:53.851+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of Patsy's story ~ June, 2002</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;Gunnar my Knight, here you are&lt;br /&gt;did you have to come from very far?&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so glad to see your face&lt;br /&gt;now please put down that tremendous mace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would néver ever loose my honour&lt;br /&gt;that belongs solely to you my dear Gunnar.&lt;br /&gt;I will be wearing my speedo bathingsuit&lt;br /&gt;what do you say, think that is good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be washing Pats with soap, that's true&lt;br /&gt;but some places I simply refuse to do&lt;br /&gt;his 'coat' is a prohibited zone&lt;br /&gt;those parts are his, and his alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please my Knight, stay close to me!!&lt;br /&gt;I will give up this plan for thee,&lt;br /&gt;if you truly don't want me to go on with this.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I care for is your bliss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-6800760828577032581?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/6800760828577032581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-of-patsys-story-june-2002_5468.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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2002</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;Hello Pippin's girl, good you're back&lt;br /&gt;would you care to share that sack?&lt;br /&gt;I'm very fond of chocolat sweets&lt;br /&gt;they are just what a TORC-ster needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL Milady, holding Patsy where?&lt;br /&gt;you certainly don't mean THERE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His ears are to slippery to hold,&lt;br /&gt;so I just will grab him bold&lt;br /&gt;by his unruly dot of tangles&lt;br /&gt;very cautious, or I will get mangled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rwhen, I have to get into the bath with Pats?&lt;br /&gt;it will be a courageous attempt, so let's,&lt;br /&gt;but I will only do that with Milord Ayslhyn near&lt;br /&gt;in case Patsy wants to hold me too dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore I want my sweet Knight at my side,&lt;br /&gt;for I trust without any doubt in his might&lt;br /&gt;to keep Patsy's overenthusiasm at bay.&lt;br /&gt;But what does the subject of all this have to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pats, hey you, come over here and listen to me&lt;br /&gt;we want to find a real warm lady for thee&lt;br /&gt;If you say 'aye', then we will proceed&lt;br /&gt;but first pay my words careful heed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will do exactly as I ask you to do&lt;br /&gt;no but's, or no's, or I don't know who&lt;br /&gt;stand/sit still as a rock, now be a good man&lt;br /&gt;and I promise, we will do the best we can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-687414970718165453?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/687414970718165453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-of-patsys-story-june-2002_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Aglanor ~June, 2002</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;Dear Aglanor, thank you my friend&lt;br /&gt;we will be here for you untill the end&lt;br /&gt;I'm silent here, touched by the heart&lt;br /&gt;trying to find for this post a start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing I can think of to say&lt;br /&gt;is that I'll always, come what may,&lt;br /&gt;be here for you if you need company&lt;br /&gt;and I'm very glad I have met thee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-826054116804682268?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/826054116804682268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-aglanor-june-2002.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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June, 2002</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;MiLord Ayslhyn, please don't despair&lt;br /&gt;we will find for your servant a lady fair&lt;br /&gt;the only thing to do is to get him clean&lt;br /&gt;so let's put him in the mean cleaning-machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know just the place we need to go&lt;br /&gt;it's in a wooden house surrounded by snow&lt;br /&gt;a sauna, that's what sweet Patsy needs&lt;br /&gt;and after that we can work on improving his deeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dear lady Rwhen and me can teach him to dance&lt;br /&gt;so he can stun his girl-to-be in sweet romance&lt;br /&gt;what do you say, shall we give it a shot&lt;br /&gt;then let's hurry, and get Pats real hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-7069881260511559532?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srVWG4GbEvA/SeSvFtaBm-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E2v8blAH9Ak/S220/Female_Instinct-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7957840177623868402.post-1019236590462307413</id><published>2009-04-28T13:44:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:04:03.752+02:00</updated><title type='text'>For Rwhen ~ June, 2002</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="mediumtext"&gt;Dear lady Rwhen,&lt;br /&gt;what a lovely surprise&lt;br /&gt;this is what we call&lt;br /&gt;the rhyming paradise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still early&lt;br /&gt;and I've gotta run&lt;br /&gt;but I really wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;want to miss this fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's my first rhyme&lt;br /&gt;although short it may be&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here&lt;br /&gt;my face in a glee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want all to cheer&lt;br /&gt;for our lady Rwhen&lt;br /&gt;she lifts my heart&lt;br /&gt;like only Rwhen can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for knowing you&lt;br /&gt;I say: thank you my friend&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back for sure&lt;br /&gt;but for now this is the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;© MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7957840177623868402-1019236590462307413?l=drieskewrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1019236590462307413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drieskewrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-rwhen-june-2002.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7957840177623868402/posts/default/1019236590462307413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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