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I Open the Door and Cross the Threshold of Imagination

STROLLING PARADISE


I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination. 
   What i would do to hold your hand, and stroll along the beach
       tropical sun beams upon  picturesque shores
            Dawning sun, ocean rays,  blindingly reflecting flash.

                 Our love can be seen clearly,as the ripening pineapples
                    happiness felt,as the plain of day,sheer beauty in herself.
                       Laying down,side by side,only sound waves lapping our feet.
                         We drift into semi-concious,oblivious to the world.

                              Awakened, by the chill that the sea air does give
                                to see the huge sunset,sloping slowly into the ocean
                                   walking back,to what seems like reallity,
                                     people,shops,cars.The differance, a few hundred yards.

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                MY PERFECT WAY
  
  A perfect life to me,just live in harmony
    no wars no conflict,religion against religion
      fighting rights, for your stance, to sell your ill needs
          please hear me when i say,do not path that way.
 
              Peace is so much easier,a longer life span to choose
                why go against the grain of life,you will only lose
                  love being the intended,sends a warmth inside
                    simplicity, family life, will fill your heart with pride.

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                  THE BEAUTY THAT CAN GIVE .....

 Giving a bunch of lillys,each day a mundane change
    from smile and appreciation, to vasing its boquet
       each morning the opening,o seems so very slow
          little by little expanding cherished beauty.

            Until the day,nature really has took course
              semi-opened bulbs kissing the reef like leaves.
                 On a full scaled blossom,open armed pettles
                   beauty at natures highest,pleasure for the eye.
                    
                      









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Paul Beadnall for Constance La France.  A rambling poet.

Contest .." 3 GEMS.. 1/8/11

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Date: 8/2/2011 1:14:00 AM
Creative and Lovely!!! Best of Luck in the Contest!!!!!
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Paul Beadnall
Date: 8/2/2011 1:22:00 AM
Thanks very much Chiquita for your kind words,always appreciated.. blessings Paul
Date: 8/1/2011 3:02:00 PM
this was creative and imaginative nicely done good luck in the contest cory
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Paul Beadnall
Date: 8/1/2011 4:13:00 PM
Thanks very much,Cory.Always appreciated.. Blessings
Date: 8/1/2011 11:31:00 AM
wow Paul a wondrous write broken into stages ..magnificent presentation luv with exhilarating words of expression... good luck in the contest..luv..
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Paul Beadnall
Date: 8/1/2011 11:43:00 AM
Thanks very much Linda-Marie,kind words blessings Paul
Date: 8/1/2011 8:32:00 AM
a lovely poem, with a poignant last line i like this
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Paul Beadnall
Date: 8/1/2011 11:42:00 AM
Cheers mate for your kind words. Blessings Paul
Date: 8/1/2011 7:38:00 AM
paul, i sink into your impressions so lithe and definitely dreamy... i likey lots.. winne1 :) huggs, nette
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Paul Beadnall
Date: 8/1/2011 11:40:00 AM
Thanks very much for your kind comments,Nette.. Blessings Paul

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