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| A Few Minutes Of Heaven by Mishap
Laying in a clover meadow,
With its cushion beneath my form.
Watching shapes of every shadow,
Dancing sunlight keeps me warm.
Air made fragrant by every flower,
Birds fly high to swoop and sing.
Senses replete with nature’s power,
In awe at the beauty of everything. Butterflies visit flowers and plants,
To create a collage of moving pleasure.
Watched through eyes awake, entranced,
Full of joy, without real measure. Tallest grasses bend with the breeze,
Whistling in wind as it sweeps the ground.
Rarer now are such moments like these,
Often sought, but rarely found.
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CN
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| | | A Special Love by Mishap
Soft and warm, waiting to please,
I undress with haste and slip inside.
A vehicle for my fantasies,
The joy she brings I cannot hide.
Sensuously she holds me tight,
Inside her warmth I'm lost again.
For this and every single night,
Away from all that brings me pain.
No harsh words are ever heard,
Clothed or bare she's just the same.
Always there without a word,
To comfort me is her sole aim.
I snuggle up, we keep so warm,
My love for her then fills my head.
Her blankets cover my naked form,
And I bless my love; my double bed! ©C.N.
2005
Sent: 6/16/2005 3:05 AM 
| Can I be your friend? by Mishap
Same house, same room, Same view, same gloom
Same days, same routine, Same sounds, same scene
I peer through my window and what do I see
A world full of people who don’t include me.
But what am I doing now here all alone?
Praying for the ring of my phone
Staring at its stark and silent self
It glowers at me, from there on the shelf.
Two people outside say hello in the street,
They shake hands warmly then hug as they meet
I’m envious now and feel quite forlorn
Is this the fate to which I was born?
Destined now to be on my own?
Remembering the little joy I have known
Difficult times for someone like me Like most, I hate my captivity
It's hard to explain why I feel this way
For certain I'm not here on display
My tiny room now serves as a cell
Solitary and dark, every prisoner’s hell Old and unwanted, infirm and compliant Wasted dreams of being self reliant
I ache inside where my soul should repose
Devoid and lonely but nobody knows
Will my life come right in the end?
Will I ever meet a much needed friend?
© August 2005 C.N Click Quill for Mishap Index Click book below for the Library 
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