<?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-6776033433171110751</id><updated>2011-07-18T21:55:07.691+02:00</updated><category term='poetry'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='love'/><title type='text'>This is my poetry2</title><subtitle type='html'>My Love Poetry</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776033433171110751/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marian Barker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927524859463513961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zNSqqL2RvCU/SWyIeMqH7dI/AAAAAAAAAZw/5FTdDmdNCS4/S220/Marian.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776033433171110751.post-3422848973144279362</id><published>2010-02-06T10:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T10:59:42.667+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Love in a Cold Climate</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Love in a Cold Climate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frosted windows etched like lace&lt;br /&gt;Icy curtains frame this place&lt;br /&gt;Icicles like frozen fingers&lt;br /&gt;Breath that on the cool air lingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning logs that scent the air&lt;br /&gt;Big old couch for us to share&lt;br /&gt;Blanket big enough for two&lt;br /&gt;It’s cosy being here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close and hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;In the flickering candlelight&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand and lead me there&lt;br /&gt;Through the door and up the stair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our naked bodies meet&lt;br /&gt;All we need is body heat&lt;br /&gt;We fit together like hand in glove&lt;br /&gt;Our limbs entwine as we make love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still outside the cold winds blow&lt;br /&gt;Whilst here we feel the afterglow&lt;br /&gt;And our two bodies are as one&lt;br /&gt;As winters’ freeze goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Marian Barker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776033433171110751-3422848973144279362?l=thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/feeds/3422848973144279362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-in-cold-climate.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776033433171110751/posts/default/3422848973144279362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776033433171110751/posts/default/3422848973144279362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-in-cold-climate.html' title='Love in a Cold Climate'/><author><name>Marian Barker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927524859463513961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zNSqqL2RvCU/SWyIeMqH7dI/AAAAAAAAAZw/5FTdDmdNCS4/S220/Marian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776033433171110751.post-3267963763216822762</id><published>2010-02-06T10:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T10:58:57.597+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Stolen Moments II</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Stolen Moments II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a thief in the night&lt;br /&gt;You come to me&lt;br /&gt;This is not how&lt;br /&gt;It is meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments stolen&lt;br /&gt;When and where&lt;br /&gt;Are not the sort&lt;br /&gt;I want to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering when&lt;br /&gt;The next will be&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t the life&lt;br /&gt;I want for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be shallow&lt;br /&gt;I may be wrong&lt;br /&gt;But stolen moments&lt;br /&gt;Just can’t go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen moments&lt;br /&gt;Are getting tough&lt;br /&gt;Stolen moments&lt;br /&gt;Are not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop thief, stop&lt;br /&gt;I must call time&lt;br /&gt;And get on with&lt;br /&gt;This life of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Marian Barker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776033433171110751-3267963763216822762?l=thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/feeds/3267963763216822762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zNSqqL2RvCU/SWyIeMqH7dI/AAAAAAAAAZw/5FTdDmdNCS4/S220/Marian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776033433171110751.post-5278527503851664134</id><published>2010-02-06T10:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T10:58:02.807+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Night and Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Night and Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t “kiss it better”&lt;br /&gt;I can’t “make it right”&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes sense&lt;br /&gt;In the dead of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve said “I am sorry”&lt;br /&gt;I’ve no more to say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes sense&lt;br /&gt;In the cold light of day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried “to be friends”&lt;br /&gt;But vainly I fear&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps in the future&lt;br /&gt;All will be clear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Farewell” and “goodbye”&lt;br /&gt;There’s nought else to say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes sense&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Marian Barker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776033433171110751-5278527503851664134?l=thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/feeds/5278527503851664134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-and-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776033433171110751/posts/default/5278527503851664134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776033433171110751/posts/default/5278527503851664134'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;And my heart all aglow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;And stood by the shore&lt;br /&gt;Both of us wondering&lt;br /&gt;What life had in store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed and we talked&lt;br /&gt;That very first night&lt;br /&gt;Both wide awake&lt;br /&gt;Until dawn’s early light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he recalls&lt;br /&gt;Our first breakfast together&lt;br /&gt;When we tried to look calm&lt;br /&gt;And talk of the weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or that very first sip&lt;br /&gt;Of sparkling champagne&lt;br /&gt;Or that walk in the park&lt;br /&gt;In the warm summer rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just memories now&lt;br /&gt;But they’re still crystal clear&lt;br /&gt;Of that champagne summer&lt;br /&gt;Of that champagne year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Marian Barker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Barker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927524859463513961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zNSqqL2RvCU/SWyIeMqH7dI/AAAAAAAAAZw/5FTdDmdNCS4/S220/Marian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776033433171110751.post-768610697979100859</id><published>2010-02-06T10:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T10:56:16.998+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>My Virtual Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My Virtual Lover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He comes to me at dead of night&lt;br /&gt;His fingertips are feather light&lt;br /&gt;Along my spine they gently go&lt;br /&gt;To show me that he loves me so&lt;br /&gt;Although I know that he’s not here&lt;br /&gt;I feel his breath, I feel he’s near&lt;br /&gt;A virtual kiss, a virtual touch&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me that I’m loved so much&lt;br /&gt;The feeling’s real but at morning light&lt;br /&gt;My virtual lover’s taken flight&lt;br /&gt;But when I slumber every night&lt;br /&gt;My virtual lover holds me tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Marian Barker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776033433171110751-768610697979100859?l=thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/feeds/768610697979100859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-virtual-lover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776033433171110751/posts/default/768610697979100859'/><link 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type='html'>With Eyes Shut Tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eyes shut tight&lt;br /&gt;I see his face so clear&lt;br /&gt;His smile, his eyes&lt;br /&gt;The way he combs his hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eyes shut tight&lt;br /&gt;I hear him breathing near&lt;br /&gt;My senses are intense&lt;br /&gt;I feel that he is here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eyes shut tight&lt;br /&gt;The world is just we two&lt;br /&gt;Sharing hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;Just like we used to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my eyes open wide&lt;br /&gt;I quickly realise&lt;br /&gt;I only fantasise&lt;br /&gt;With eyes shut tight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Marian Barker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776033433171110751-238506568897565021?l=thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/feeds/238506568897565021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/2010/02/with-eyes-shut-tight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776033433171110751/posts/default/238506568897565021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776033433171110751/posts/default/238506568897565021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/2010/02/with-eyes-shut-tight.html' title='With Eyes Shut Tight'/><author><name>Marian Barker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927524859463513961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zNSqqL2RvCU/SWyIeMqH7dI/AAAAAAAAAZw/5FTdDmdNCS4/S220/Marian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776033433171110751.post-5053863996062024346</id><published>2009-05-07T19:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T19:09:12.411+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>A Day to Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Day That Never Was&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could have been a good day&lt;br /&gt;To take another walk&lt;br /&gt;To say what we were thinking&lt;br /&gt;To listen and to talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might have been a good time&lt;br /&gt;A few hours at the most&lt;br /&gt;To share some special moments&lt;br /&gt;Just standing at the coast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should have been quite easy&lt;br /&gt;Though I know it would not be&lt;br /&gt;But that one last day together&lt;br /&gt;Was snatched away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad the way it ended&lt;br /&gt;Without a kiss goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Alone with thoughts and questions&lt;br /&gt;I cried a little cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could have been a good day&lt;br /&gt;It might have been alright&lt;br /&gt;We should have had a moment&lt;br /&gt;To hold each other tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not bitter, I’m not angry&lt;br /&gt;But I’m still a little sad&lt;br /&gt;That the day that never was&lt;br /&gt;Was a day we could have had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Marian Barker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776033433171110751-5053863996062024346?l=thisismypoetry2.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/_zNSqqL2RvCU/SWyIeMqH7dI/AAAAAAAAAZw/5FTdDmdNCS4/S220/Marian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776033433171110751.post-4777227764701515309</id><published>2009-05-07T19:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T19:09:41.670+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>FTSE Index? Not Really!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;No No Nonet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;I said&lt;br /&gt;Go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Not now I said&lt;br /&gt;Enough is enough&lt;br /&gt;No…stop it’s not funny&lt;br /&gt;Get from under the covers&lt;br /&gt;No… I said don’t tickle my feet&lt;br /&gt;No… I didn’t say yes…well perhaps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Marian Barker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776033433171110751-4777227764701515309?l=thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/feeds/4777227764701515309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/2009/05/ftse-index-not-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776033433171110751/posts/default/4777227764701515309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776033433171110751/posts/default/4777227764701515309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/2009/05/ftse-index-not-really.html' title='FTSE Index? Not Really!'/><author><name>Marian Barker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927524859463513961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zNSqqL2RvCU/SWyIeMqH7dI/AAAAAAAAAZw/5FTdDmdNCS4/S220/Marian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776033433171110751.post-4518479979687976623</id><published>2009-01-21T11:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:57:30.705+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Why have cotton when you can have silk?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Silk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gown was rich and smooth&lt;br /&gt;Like cappucino he said&lt;br /&gt;Edged with chantilly lace&lt;br /&gt;On which he laid his head&lt;br /&gt;The slender straps he traced&lt;br /&gt;With tender fingertip&lt;br /&gt;As gently off my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;They began to slip&lt;br /&gt;His strong firm hands&lt;br /&gt;Caressed my neck once more&lt;br /&gt;My silken gown fell&lt;br /&gt;Crumpled on the floor&lt;br /&gt;And as we slipped&lt;br /&gt;Into that waiting bed&lt;br /&gt;My body was soft and smooth&lt;br /&gt;Like silk he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Marian Barker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776033433171110751-4518479979687976623?l=thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/feeds/4518479979687976623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-have-cotton-when-you-can-have-silk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776033433171110751/posts/default/4518479979687976623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776033433171110751/posts/default/4518479979687976623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-have-cotton-when-you-can-have-silk.html' title='Why have cotton when you can have silk?'/><author><name>Marian Barker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927524859463513961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zNSqqL2RvCU/SWyIeMqH7dI/AAAAAAAAAZw/5FTdDmdNCS4/S220/Marian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776033433171110751.post-1604674543353485139</id><published>2009-01-20T12:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:47:18.344+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>A Table for One</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dining Alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A table for one please waiter&lt;br /&gt;For I'm here on my own&lt;br /&gt;If I'd known he wasn't coming&lt;br /&gt;I would have stayed at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A table by the window&lt;br /&gt;Yes that would be just fine&lt;br /&gt;One knife, one fork, one spoon&lt;br /&gt;And just one glass of wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A table in the corner&lt;br /&gt;Would be a better place&lt;br /&gt;Then nobody would notice&lt;br /&gt;Tears rolling down my face&lt;br /&gt;©Marian Barker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776033433171110751-1604674543353485139?l=thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/feeds/1604674543353485139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/2009/01/table-for-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776033433171110751/posts/default/1604674543353485139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776033433171110751/posts/default/1604674543353485139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/2009/01/table-for-one.html' title='A Table for One'/><author><name>Marian Barker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927524859463513961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zNSqqL2RvCU/SWyIeMqH7dI/AAAAAAAAAZw/5FTdDmdNCS4/S220/Marian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776033433171110751.post-7215536163149375518</id><published>2009-01-18T17:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T17:26:55.383+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Love Tokens</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Love Tokens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things in life are precious&lt;br /&gt;And you simply cannot buy&lt;br /&gt;A word, a deed, a feeling&lt;br /&gt;A glance from a lover’s eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some words cannot be spoken&lt;br /&gt;Some words cannot be said&lt;br /&gt;They simply stay forever&lt;br /&gt;Locked deep inside your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love gave me a token&lt;br /&gt;It didn’t need a speech&lt;br /&gt;In my hand he placed a treasure&lt;br /&gt;A pebble from the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That simple gift said volumes&lt;br /&gt;Though not a word was spoken&lt;br /&gt;You see that little pebble&lt;br /&gt;It was a true love token&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Marian Barker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776033433171110751-7215536163149375518?l=thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/feeds/7215536163149375518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-tokens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776033433171110751/posts/default/7215536163149375518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776033433171110751/posts/default/7215536163149375518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-tokens.html' title='Love Tokens'/><author><name>Marian Barker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927524859463513961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zNSqqL2RvCU/SWyIeMqH7dI/AAAAAAAAAZw/5FTdDmdNCS4/S220/Marian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776033433171110751.post-6084434393594951322</id><published>2009-01-17T11:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T11:19:18.695+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Never judge a book by its cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Left on the Shelf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went into the bookshop&lt;br /&gt;He had just one thing on his mind&lt;br /&gt;Just a very slim new volume&lt;br /&gt;He knew it was just his kind&lt;br /&gt;He flicked through the fine pages&lt;br /&gt;Devoured each little word&lt;br /&gt;But nothing really grabbed him&lt;br /&gt;He thought it quite absurd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps something a bit more rounded&lt;br /&gt;And covered with pretty flowers&lt;br /&gt;He could gaze at every morning&lt;br /&gt;And wile away the hours&lt;br /&gt;He looked at several copies&lt;br /&gt;But found them much the same&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps an illustrated version&lt;br /&gt;Wasn’t really why he came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then as he was leaving&lt;br /&gt;He spied behind the door&lt;br /&gt;A shelf of second hand reading&lt;br /&gt;He’d never seen before&lt;br /&gt;So as the day was rainy&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t walk straight by&lt;br /&gt;But took his time to linger&lt;br /&gt;Well it was really worth a try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He found a chunky volume&lt;br /&gt;Beneath a layer of dust&lt;br /&gt;And gently brushed the cobwebs&lt;br /&gt;He felt as though he must&lt;br /&gt;He turned the fragile pages&lt;br /&gt;That had seen some better days&lt;br /&gt;And very soon he realised&lt;br /&gt;The error of his ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was delighted with the contents&lt;br /&gt;Thought they were so divine&lt;br /&gt;He’d found himself a treasure&lt;br /&gt;And said “this one is mine”&lt;br /&gt;The moral’s very simple&lt;br /&gt;When you’re searching for a lover&lt;br /&gt;Just like looking for a good book&lt;br /&gt;Never judge one by its cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Marian Barker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776033433171110751-6084434393594951322?l=thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/feeds/6084434393594951322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/2009/01/never-judge-book-by-its-cover.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776033433171110751/posts/default/6084434393594951322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776033433171110751/posts/default/6084434393594951322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/2009/01/never-judge-book-by-its-cover.html' title='Never judge a book by its cover'/><author><name>Marian Barker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927524859463513961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zNSqqL2RvCU/SWyIeMqH7dI/AAAAAAAAAZw/5FTdDmdNCS4/S220/Marian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776033433171110751.post-3177973546442190208</id><published>2009-01-16T16:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:06:06.532+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Stairway to Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My Stairway to Heaven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took my hand and I was led&lt;br /&gt;Up sun-bleached steps with flowers red&lt;br /&gt;As perfume freely filled the air&lt;br /&gt;From blossoms tumbling on each stair&lt;br /&gt;A wooden door swung open wide&lt;br /&gt;He glanced at me, we stepped inside&lt;br /&gt;To candlelight which warmed the room&lt;br /&gt;To music soft and more perfume&lt;br /&gt;He gently stroked my hair and face&lt;br /&gt;And held me in his strong embrace&lt;br /&gt;He took my hand and I was lead&lt;br /&gt;Across the room to a feather bed&lt;br /&gt;What followed next was pure delight&lt;br /&gt;Our passions reigned throughout the night&lt;br /&gt;Emotions spent we slept as one&lt;br /&gt;When I awoke my love had gone&lt;br /&gt;And I was there alone in bed&lt;br /&gt;A dream perhaps inside my head&lt;br /&gt;But something strange and yet profound&lt;br /&gt;Those deep red petals on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Their perfume heavy on the air&lt;br /&gt;I wonder was he really there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Marian Barker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776033433171110751-3177973546442190208?l=thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/feeds/3177973546442190208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/2009/01/stairway-to-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776033433171110751/posts/default/3177973546442190208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776033433171110751/posts/default/3177973546442190208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/2009/01/stairway-to-heaven.html' title='Stairway to Heaven'/><author><name>Marian Barker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927524859463513961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zNSqqL2RvCU/SWyIeMqH7dI/AAAAAAAAAZw/5FTdDmdNCS4/S220/Marian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776033433171110751.post-4353646197610251669</id><published>2009-01-15T21:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:33:18.753+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Something to Think About</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Think About It&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;Imagining&lt;br /&gt;Someone sharing time with me&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;Imagining&lt;br /&gt;The two of us taking tea&lt;br /&gt;That we’d be sitting here&lt;br /&gt;So warm and cosily&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;For the phone to ring&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;And silently wondering&lt;br /&gt;What would the future bring?&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing anything&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;Knowing&lt;br /&gt;Someone else was sleeping next to me&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;Knowing&lt;br /&gt;Another’s face would be the first I’d see&lt;br /&gt;That I’d awake with someone&lt;br /&gt;Lying next to me&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Marian Barker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776033433171110751-4353646197610251669?l=thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/feeds/4353646197610251669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-to-think-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776033433171110751/posts/default/4353646197610251669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776033433171110751/posts/default/4353646197610251669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something to Think About'/><author><name>Marian Barker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927524859463513961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zNSqqL2RvCU/SWyIeMqH7dI/AAAAAAAAAZw/5FTdDmdNCS4/S220/Marian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776033433171110751.post-5844274774284123692</id><published>2009-01-15T13:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:45:18.521+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The End of The Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Terminus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an adventure that’s all&lt;br /&gt;We shared a secret or two&lt;br /&gt;We knew it would come to an end&lt;br /&gt;That the dream would never come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed at the wind and the rain&lt;br /&gt;We basked in the warmth of the sun&lt;br /&gt;We talked to the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;But we knew it was nothing but fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hugged as we said our goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;We both knew we were more than a friend&lt;br /&gt;We wanted the moments to last&lt;br /&gt;We cried when we knew it must end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve come to the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;We know we must go our own way&lt;br /&gt;But each will keep memories dear&lt;br /&gt;In our mind till the end of our day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Marian Barker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776033433171110751-5844274774284123692?l=thisismypoetry2.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/_zNSqqL2RvCU/SWyIeMqH7dI/AAAAAAAAAZw/5FTdDmdNCS4/S220/Marian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776033433171110751.post-7619357636139084943</id><published>2009-01-14T12:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:58:46.121+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Caress</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Caress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shiver as a warm gentle breeze&lt;br /&gt;Softly runs through my hair&lt;br /&gt;I sigh as it touches my neck&lt;br /&gt;And I feel you are there&lt;br /&gt;Yes I’m here all alone&lt;br /&gt;But this moment I know&lt;br /&gt;That you’re thinking of me&lt;br /&gt;That caress tells me so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Marian Barker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776033433171110751-7619357636139084943?l=thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/feeds/7619357636139084943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/2009/01/caress-i-shiver-as-warm-gentle-breeze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776033433171110751/posts/default/7619357636139084943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776033433171110751/posts/default/7619357636139084943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/2009/01/caress-i-shiver-as-warm-gentle-breeze.html' title='Caress'/><author><name>Marian Barker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927524859463513961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zNSqqL2RvCU/SWyIeMqH7dI/AAAAAAAAAZw/5FTdDmdNCS4/S220/Marian.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776033433171110751.post-7917078562438380740</id><published>2009-01-13T09:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:29:21.400+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Unspoken Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Unspoken Thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never told you that I loved you&lt;br /&gt;The moment never seemed quite right&lt;br /&gt;I never said how much I needed you&lt;br /&gt;To hold me close and tight&lt;br /&gt;I never told you that my heart leaps&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;I know I should have said these things&lt;br /&gt;I know I had the choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have told you that I loved you&lt;br /&gt;I should have “seized the day”&lt;br /&gt;I should have said how much I needed you&lt;br /&gt;To hold me tight that way&lt;br /&gt;I should have said how much heart leapt&lt;br /&gt;Each time you spoke my name&lt;br /&gt;But I thought that once these words were spoken&lt;br /&gt;Things would have never been quite the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives were very busy, so many things left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;Those things I never told you, she told you them instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Marian Barker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776033433171110751-7917078562438380740?l=thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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/&gt;I learnt a hard lesson&lt;br /&gt;I accepted the blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all crystal clear&lt;br /&gt;In the cold light of day&lt;br /&gt;That someone would get hurt&lt;br /&gt;That’s the price we must pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fooling myself&lt;br /&gt;That all would be well&lt;br /&gt;In my own bit of heaven&lt;br /&gt;That turned into hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have resisted&lt;br /&gt;Right from the start&lt;br /&gt;Taken heed of my head&lt;br /&gt;Instead of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Marian Barker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776033433171110751-2806710928426780958?l=thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/feeds/2806710928426780958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/2009/01/out-of-bounds-dont-even-go-there-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776033433171110751/posts/default/2806710928426780958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6776033433171110751/posts/default/2806710928426780958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com/2009/01/out-of-bounds-dont-even-go-there-i.html' title='Out of Bounds'/><author><name>Marian Barker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03927524859463513961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' 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that you’d be sad&lt;br /&gt;I knew that you’d be hurt&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I’d feel bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned and walked away&lt;br /&gt;I knew that it was right&lt;br /&gt;Knowing if I faltered&lt;br /&gt;You’d be there to hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned and walked away&lt;br /&gt;Without a backwards glance&lt;br /&gt;Too scared because I knew&lt;br /&gt;You’d want a second chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned and walked away&lt;br /&gt;I heard you call my name&lt;br /&gt;There wasn’t any anger&lt;br /&gt;There wasn’t any blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned and walked away&lt;br /&gt;I cried a little cry&lt;br /&gt;And as I wiped the tears&lt;br /&gt;I said a soft "goodbye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Marian Barker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6776033433171110751-4558491320911379613?l=thisismypoetry2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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