Simi Sweet Deep Dark Chocolate
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CreativeVibes
Love the tempting taste
The feel upon my lips
Must have it once a day
It’s bound to end upon my hips
Rather sitting or as I lay
It’s of what dreams are made
Soft, silky, sensuous taste, the smell
Makes me feel sinful, a little guilt
I can see it now…view it….wow
A thrust, ummm, a succulent thrill
As it slowly smelts from my heat
It has no will
Tomorrow I’ll commit this sin
As I do everyday
Over again
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CreativeVibes
I’ve heard the stories
Of long ago campfires
All would gather to share
Food, drink, and many tales
Where have the campfires gone
Many would tell their story
Dancing there would be
Much serious talk
And laughter you’d hear
Where have the campfires gone
Stories of mysteries, of gloom
Tales of bad things, many good
Warriors told of their battles
Tales of many days hunt for food
Where have the campfires gone
Where are the campfires now
The people to gather there
To tell the stories of the past
The stories of now, for our future
Where have the campfires gone
We need the stories of old
And the stories of now
Each person was a teacher
Their story a lesson
Where have all the campfires gone
I’ll make a campfire
All are invited to share the fun
I’ll make a campfire
Will you come share your stories
Will you come
Where have all the campfires gone
Liven Raw
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Place your hand upon my eyes
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CreativeVibes
Fall is here
I feel the nip in the air
I’m amazed at all the changes
Most adults don’t notice or care
Not me, it makes me giggle
My inner child’s out for awhile
As I rake the leaves from the lawn
I jump into the pile
All the many different colors
Crimsons, golds, browns, and reds
I throw them into the air so high
To fall down onto my head
Finally I just lay in the leaves
A big grin upon my face
All the kids will be home soon
We'll throw leaves in each others face
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CreativeVibes
I hear the distant thunder
Can feel it rumble underground
See the electric current cut the sky
Booming, crackling sounds
The lightening cracking
Is the clapping of hands
For the performance about to begin
The wind is blowing to beat the band
The thunder is the music
Sending the Rain Dancers to cry
Their tears cleansing all they touch
Quenching all that’s dry
Sometimes their dance is gentle
Other times they dance with warrior feet
When they cry from sadness
Flooding tears run long and deep
You know the performance is complete
Their excellent performance done
Mystically they quietly disappear
Not knowing when again they’ll come
