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***Penned on watermarked cotton paper Cursive letters script the words of a surrendering rhythmic rhyme. The ardent sonata was written by the light of a Blue Moon’s shine.*** The blood red ink bled through the white wrinkled cotton pages; musical notes dried by the warmth of glowing Moon Beams radiance in the subtle pollination breeze... The maestro Coyote’s howl cried out! Instinctively rousing the stillness of the night;        a feral essence echoed        through the eerie silence        of the distant horizon, bringing helpless lovers to their knees. The words to the Cabernet Sauvignon        stained midnight  lullaby,        were emotions quilled,        blending an aura accenting        organic warmth of tones...        The native maple trees' flowering canopies of Spring released a dusty yellow pollen onto the watermarked cotton sheets. In a moment of rapturous intimacy,        an elixir of intoxicating bliss illumined the achingly euphoric moments. A natural untamed wildness was exhaled;        savored ecstasy released        into a passionate song of love … That poignant melody forever lingers,        like hieroglyphics on the walls of some long lost abandoned cave. Engraved, etched, brushed and stroked        onto the brattice canvas        of a musical Minstrel’s             melodic montage ...        Watch the artiste’s fingers        prancing graceful ballet        Worn down catgut strings                                 ***moan                                   weep               purr***        crying out lustfully.      as if it were     enraptured lovers'   breathless sighs   the rhythm’s cadence whispers a masterpiece        in an infinite        harmonious time...        The tempo’s lines                 Phrasing…                  ...hush...!              ♪♫♪ ~ ♫  ♪♪         Listen to the pictures flow... Listen to the weeping guitar strings       of the passionate troubadour stroking the metaphorical canvas scene.        The ebb and flow        of the musical rhythm's throb arouse the Blue Moon’s hypnotic  allure,     throwing incandescent shadows     that dance around Moonbeams. Joyfully twirling, blissfully embracing in the blossoming Forget-me-not fields;             Bluebonnet Lupine                swirl and tango        with the moonlit breeze.        Lilacs fragrant aroma drifts with spring’s churning romantic haze; rekindling this fleeting memories recital. The Minstrel and the Minstrel’s song          now yearn to be set free ~       Timbre without reverberation … The twilight serenade was never penned   to be hidden from the Nightingale A romantic moment’s sorrowful lament to be abandoned like a broken dream;    fading unnoticed into forevermore ―       Unsung,  unsaid, unreleased,                      unrequited                 through eternity…               The maestro Coyote        is a wilderness troubadour        illumined under the gloaming                full moon’s spell.                 Howling soulfully...                wailing impulsively ~               ... crying hopefully              pleading mournfully                      lamenting the Minstrel’s breathless cadenza ... A bitter sweet musical embryo of love                  found and lost                        below            the full Blue Moon’s                glistening light… ©  H.  Rivers ... 2012, 2013            all rights reserved
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Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 12:46 PM UTC
The Minstrel of the Blue Moon
***Penned on watermarked cotton paper Cursive letters script the words of a surrendering rhythmic rhyme. The ardent sonata was written by the light of a Blue Moon’s shine.*** The blood red ink bled through the white wrinkled cotton pages; musical notes dried by the warmth of glowing Moon Beams radiance in the subtle pollination breeze... The maestro Coyote’s howl cried out! Instinctively rousing the stillness of the night;        a feral essence echoed        through the eerie silence        of the distant horizon, bringing helpless lovers to their knees. The words to the Cabernet Sauvignon        stained midnight  lullaby,        were emotions quilled,        blending an aura accenting        organic warmth of tones...        The native maple trees' flowering canopies of Spring released a dusty yellow pollen onto the watermarked cotton sheets. In a moment of rapturous intimacy,        an elixir of intoxicating bliss illumined the achingly euphoric moments. A natural untamed wildness was exhaled;        savored ecstasy released        into a passionate song of love … That poignant melody forever lingers,        like hieroglyphics on the walls of some long lost abandoned cave. Engraved, etched, brushed and stroked        onto the brattice canvas        of a musical Minstrel’s             melodic montage ...        Watch the artiste’s fingers        prancing graceful ballet        Worn down catgut strings                                 ***moan                                   weep               purr***        crying out lustfully.      as if it were     enraptured lovers'   breathless sighs   the rhythm’s cadence whispers a masterpiece        in an infinite        harmonious time...        The tempo’s lines                 Phrasing…                  ...hush...!              ♪♫♪ ~ ♫  ♪♪         Listen to the pictures flow... Listen to the weeping guitar strings       of the passionate troubadour stroking the metaphorical canvas scene.        The ebb and flow        of the musical rhythm's throb arouse the Blue Moon’s hypnotic  allure,     throwing incandescent shadows     that dance around Moonbeams. Joyfully twirling, blissfully embracing in the blossoming Forget-me-not fields;             Bluebonnet Lupine                swirl and tango        with the moonlit breeze.        Lilacs fragrant aroma drifts with spring’s churning romantic haze; rekindling this fleeting memories recital. The Minstrel and the Minstrel’s song          now yearn to be set free ~       Timbre without reverberation … The twilight serenade was never penned   to be hidden from the Nightingale A romantic moment’s sorrowful lament to be abandoned like a broken dream;    fading unnoticed into forevermore ―       Unsung,  unsaid, unreleased,                      unrequited                 through eternity…               The maestro Coyote        is a wilderness troubadour        illumined under the gloaming                full moon’s spell.                 Howling soulfully...                wailing impulsively ~               ... crying hopefully              pleading mournfully                      lamenting the Minstrel’s breathless cadenza ... A bitter sweet musical embryo of love                  found and lost                        below            the full Blue Moon’s                glistening light… ©  H.  Rivers ... 2012, 2013            all rights reserved
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urgot, u big oaf do u want to eat another bread loaf? ur just so fat i hope ur not a democrat because this spider might cryder if u dont hug janna with a bannana soraka is now sad and that is bad league of legends is gay but we play every day
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Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 12:30 AM UTC
urgot x elise
I met a ballerina named, Elise Her favorite song's Fur Elise The first time I saw her's leaping I was amused; everyone started clapping Oh, my heart flutter in joy I saw her smile from the stage Her smile precisely fits her face Her performance was talked in Illinois. I was boy and all insecure I couldn't tell her how much she made me sure Of how living could be this good Even they say I'm your fool My eyes only long for you Heart's all yours, and that's true Too bad I could show you, All the success I have made You rested early that the world thought, I was left aching for your love All my life I only drew you, listen to your favorite songs, And I rested well beside you.
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Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 11:29 AM UTC
Elise
Women Rising: Five Predictions for Women in the 2012 Workplace In Society 3.0, Dr. Wilen-Daugenti presents a compelling case for how women’s prospects in business are on the rise. Based on her research at Apollo Research Institute, she predicts that in 2012, women in the workplace will reach the following milestones: 1. More women will become leaders in the workplace. In 2012, 18 women will be running Fortune 500 companies—the highest number yet. This confirms a rising trend of women’s corporate leadership. The U.S. Government Accountability Office reported that in 2009, 40% of managers in the workforce were women. In 2010, women held 15.7% of board seats at Fortune 500 companies. 2. Women-owned firms will drive job creation and employment. Women business owners employ 35% more people than all the Fortune 500 companies combined. Women own 10.1 million U.S. firms, employing more than 13 million people and generating $1.9 trillion in sales as of 2008. 3. Women will obtain higher education in greater numbers. Women now earn more degrees than men, with graduates from all ethnic, racial, and socioeconomic groups racing past men in rates of completing programs of study. Women aged 25 to 34 are more likely to have a college degree and are more likely than men to go to graduate school. By 2012, women are expected to earn 60% of bachelor’s degrees, 63% of master’s degrees, and 54% of doctoral and professional degrees.
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 6:14 PM UTC
Women On The Rise