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i call my lovers 
and demons
to the table
by their proper names

i make them dance
for their supper
as i sing Summertime
in dead ringer Ella Fitzgerald



January 2012 ~ Rene
For Magpie Tales
Happy 100th Tess

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  1. Brian MillerJanuary 15, 2012 at 9:03 PM

    smiles...not quite reality eh?

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  2. UnknownJanuary 15, 2012 at 9:15 PM

    Not everyday :) Thanks Brian, for always stopping by. No matter the weather.

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  3. SuzJanuary 15, 2012 at 9:24 PM

    it happens to the best
    you are in good company
    and I understood it all

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  4. UnknownJanuary 15, 2012 at 9:32 PM

    thank you Suz. No, I am never lonely at being alone :)

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  5. Laurie KolpJanuary 15, 2012 at 10:37 PM

    I really like (b/c I know that feeling):

    the right words cliff dive
    off the tip of my tongue

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    1. UnknownJanuary 16, 2012 at 8:49 AM

      Isn't it great when that happens?
      Thanks Laurie!

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  6. Crystal PistolJanuary 16, 2012 at 1:25 AM

    "i call my lovers and fears to the table by their proper names"

    I love this line. So often we sugar coat the true names of lovers and fears. Honesty just feels good.

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  7. Carrie Van HornJanuary 16, 2012 at 1:35 AM

    So many awesome lines in this Rene!!! You have such an amazing talent!

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  8. UnknownJanuary 16, 2012 at 8:55 AM

    Thank you so much, Carrie

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  9. Fragrant LiarJanuary 16, 2012 at 10:31 AM

    Lovely, and the image really adds to the poetry!

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  10. TrellissimoJanuary 16, 2012 at 10:35 AM

    underwater, undercover
    life does flow without a struggle
    and the right words cliff dive
    off the tip of my tongue

    Excellent!

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  11. Kathe W.January 16, 2012 at 12:05 PM

    the right words cliff dive
    off the tip of my tongue

    I love this!

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  12. Tess KincaidJanuary 16, 2012 at 12:20 PM

    Lyrical...lovely...

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    1. UnknownJanuary 16, 2012 at 8:11 PM

      I'm glad you enjoyed it, Tess. Thanks for coming by.

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  13. HelenaJanuary 16, 2012 at 6:21 PM

    'Swim for their supper'. Brilliant!

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  14. UnknownJanuary 16, 2012 at 8:12 PM

    Thank you Helena

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  15. Vodka MomJanuary 17, 2012 at 6:33 AM

    i am never, ever disappointed by you.


    xoxox

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  16. UnknownJanuary 17, 2012 at 3:31 PM

    That Is like the best thing I've ever heard :)

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  17. Audrey Howitt aka DivaloungerJanuary 17, 2012 at 4:43 PM

    So lovely--I beamed from inside!

    @AudreyHowitt

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  18. HelenJanuary 17, 2012 at 5:34 PM

    Great write, Rene ... we must all sound like divas under water, don't you think?

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  19. Buddah MoskowitzJanuary 17, 2012 at 7:01 PM

    Mysterious and seductive.

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  20. Pat HattJanuary 17, 2012 at 8:54 PM

    A great mysterious feel indeed. the last stanza really stood out, but liked the notion of underwater undercover too, great verse

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  21. TimoteoJanuary 17, 2012 at 10:49 PM

    Such fun...like blowing bubbles through your nose!

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