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Array ( [sid] => 182754 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Shaken, Not Stirred. [time] => 2016-03-12 21:37:29 [hometext] => What brings you hope each morning? [bodytext] => I keep a snowball glass beside my bed so I can see;
How oddly things can seem to change when flakes fall differently.

Look deep into the crystal ball, the snowflakes rearranged;
Although the scene seems different, what has really changed?

No flakes got out, no flakes got in, the liquid stayed the same;
A little city under glass, completely self-contained!

Spun around by chance or choice, we know not what awaits;
All of us will shift and drift, upon the tides of fate;

Awakened by some turbulance to dance and spin around;
Patiently we slowly settle back to find our ground.

We haven’t gained, we haven’t lost, we’ve shifted to adjust;
Our wins and losses come to rest as, in time, they must.

A gift of hope inside a glass beside my bed awaits;
No matter what each dawning brings, no matter our mistakes;

We’ll deal with grace as we each face the trials that try our mettle;
To see the changing scenery each time the snowflakes settle! [comments] => 5 [counter] => 137 [topic] => 60 [informant] => softerware [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => insomniac )

Shaken, Not Stirred.

Contributed by softerware on Saturday, 12th March 2016 @ 09:37:29 PM in AEST
Topic: insomniac

I keep a snowball glass beside my bed so I can see;
How oddly things can seem to change when flakes fall differently.

Look deep into the crystal ball, the snowflakes rearranged;
Although the scene seems different, what has really changed?

No flakes got out, no flakes got in, the liquid stayed the same;
A little city under glass, completely self-contained!

Spun around by chance or choice, we know not what awaits;
All of us will shift and drift, upon the tides of fate;

Awakened by some turbulance to dance and spin around;
Patiently we slowly settle back to find our ground.

We haven’t gained, we haven’t lost, we’ve shifted to adjust;
Our wins and losses come to rest as, in time, they must.

A gift of hope inside a glass beside my bed awaits;
No matter what each dawning brings, no matter our mistakes;

We’ll deal with grace as we each face the trials that try our mettle;
To see the changing scenery each time the snowflakes settle!

Copyright Â© softerware ... [ 2016-03-12 21:37:29]
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Re: Shaken, Not Stirred. (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Sunday, 13th March 2016 @ 06:57:57 AM AEST
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Great poem Jaye.
This was so "Cool" if I can say that. As a kid I use to love those things. They way you wrapped the poem around it was amazing.

So you have two worlds to look at now. One you can control with a flick of your wrist.

James

Re: Shaken, Not Stirred. (User Rating: 1 )
by Invierno on Sunday, 13th March 2016 @ 12:49:25 PM AEST
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My Friend,

You are are a master of iambic whatever (no time to learn the mechanics...to busy writing).

I/'/ve never read ANYWHERE, by ANY poet, such perfectly orchestrated schematically rhythmic works of verbal art as you consistently and prodigiously gift to us all.

Many Thanks,

Invierno

Re: Shaken, Not Stirred. (User Rating: 1 )
by ming on Sunday, 13th March 2016 @ 02:10:26 PM AEST
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This is now my new fav of yours! And as we all know, I/'/m the total opposite type of writer. But this rocks!! (We /'/need/'/ all types or life is boring...) :)

ming

Re: Shaken, Not Stirred. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 14th March 2016 @ 02:05:47 AM AEST
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Your flow and rhyme fascinate me!

This made me think (once again) about fate and chance. Thank you for provoking thought and sharing your gift.

Tim

Re: Shaken, Not Stirred. (User Rating: 1 )
by unknown_utopia on Monday, 14th March 2016 @ 11:27:55 PM AEST
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I really like the way this flows
well done.....

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