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I am Lady Linda, aka FullMoon,
and I welcome you to the land of
The Heart of Stone.
In The Loft you will find writings
by other's, and myself, music, and
my favorite books. This will be under
construction for awhile so please stop back.

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A Poets' Creed
The words that I find from within me
From my pen to my paper, they leap;
I cannot contain,
Any pain that remains...
Or the emotions that run oh, so deep.

Like honey, from my fingers they flow...
Feelings outwardly that I never show...
A spirit so broken,
Though often unspoken;
Through writing finds comfort and hope.

The secrets kept there that were hiding...
Now openly, on paper, confiding;
Some humble, some shocking
Though each interlocking,
With each other in my heart, residing.

What my heart may only have hinted...
So easily on paper is printed...
What I can't share in speech,
With pen and paper I reach;
And through poetry my heart is presented.

I suppose it's the way of healing;
The emotions in life that I'm feeling...
Poetical reference,
My choice of preference,
When my heart is the story I'm revealing.

Whether passion or pain, anger, romance...
Only poetry allows me a reasonable chance;
To safely impart
Those depths of my heart,
And with valor alas have a dance.
Leigh Engel 9-2-97 *used with permmission*

WET    OATMEAL    KISSES

The baby is teething, the children are fighting.
Your husband just called and said, "eat dinner
without me."

One of these days you'll explode and shout
at the kids,
" Why don't you grow up and act your age?"

AND THEY WILL...

Or:"You guy's get outside and find
yourselves something to do,
and don't slam the door!"

AND THEY DON'T...

You'll straighten their bedroom all neat
and tidy, toys displayed on the shelf, hangers
in the closet, animals caged.
You'll yell, "Now I want it to stay this way!"

AND IT WILL....

You will prepare a perfect dinner with a salad
that hasn't had all the olives picked out
of it, and a cake with no finger traces
in the icing and you'll say:
"Now this is a meal for company."

AND YOU WILL EAT IT ALONE...

You'll yell, " I want complete privacy
on the phone, No screaming,
do you hear me?"

AND NO ONE WILL ANSWER....

No more plastic table cloths stained
with spaghetti, no more dandelion boquets.
No more iron on patches. No more wet,
knotted shoelaces, muddy boots, or
rubber bands for pony tails.
Imagine. A lipstick with a point!
No babysitter for New Years Eve.

Washing clothes only once a week,
no PTA meetings or silly school plays where
your child is a tree. No car pools, blaring
stereos or forgotten lunch money.
No more Christmas presents made
of library paste and toothpicks.

No wet oatmeal kisses, no more tooth fairy.

No more giggles in the dark, scraped
knees to kiss, or stickey fingers to clean.
Only a voice asking:

" Why don't you grow up?"

And the silence echoes: " I DID. "

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Lady Linda's Loft *INDEX*
FEELINGS
TEARS
SHANNON SOARS
My Memorial Tribute to Shannon
AMERICAN INDIAN
BED Of ROSES
Song By: Jon Bon Jovi
THE INVITATION
PARABLE of THE ROSE
HERBS, ESSENTIAL OIL'S, Misc.
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