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Someone once said to me, "Poetry is dead".I disagreed. ~~~This page is dedicated to the idea that poetry is in fact, not dead, but merely lying hidden beneath a plethora of other media that has a better agent. ~~~I hope you enjoy what you find here. I would ask that if you do stop and read, please leave a kind word or just a kudo to let me know you stopped by. ~~~My work is copyrighted, so please, if you find something here that you wish to repost, just ask my permission first. Let me know what and where you would like to quote and chances are, I will say yes, but it's always best to ask first.

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You are The Empress

Beauty, happiness, pleasure, success, luxury, dissipation.

The Empress is associated with Venus, the feminine planet, so it represents, beauty, charm, pleasure, luxury, and delight. You may be good at home decorating, art or anything to do with making things beautiful.

The Empress is a creator, be it creation of life, of romance, of art or business. While the Magician is the primal spark, the idea made real, and the High Priestess is the one who gives the idea a form, the Empress is the womb where it gestates and grows till it is ready to be born. This is why her symbol is Venus, goddess of beautiful things as well as love. Even so, the Empress is more Demeter, goddess of abundance, than sensual Venus. She is the giver of Earthly gifts, yet at the same time, she can, in anger withhold, as Demeter did when her daughter, Persephone, was kidnapped. In fury and grief, she kept the Earth barren till her child was returned to her.

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My Blog

Pay It Forward

I have been sitting on this one for a couple of days now.   I agreed to Pay It Forward over on my friend,  James Bond blog.I hereby pledge to ...
Posted by on Sat, 30 May 2009 02:59:00 GMT

Road's End

I. The world is a winding twine but, when you come to the end of that line where do you go? II. I've always loved the journey. In fact, I have a photo of a road curling off into...
Posted by on Fri, 22 May 2009 23:07:00 GMT

Untitled

then came the momentwhen I hated thesound of my own heartbeatbecause I knew it was beatingalone.Copyright ©2009 Nadine Clayton
Posted by on Fri, 20 Mar 2009 19:58:00 GMT

The Reflection Pool

Once, the rose garden was new And the pool reflected the sunWith glinting light and laughter.Children tossed stones in the poolRipples reflected their smilesCrisp edges and the scent of rose.Years pa...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Jan 2009 18:13:00 GMT

The Market of Marrakesch

Caravans, weary from the desert Seek shelter from the sun Amid the merchants tents In this, the Suuq of Marrakesch Men gather round the hookah With cups of sweet mint tea Deciding a pric...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Jan 2009 23:08:00 GMT

Copyright Info

I get questions all the time about copyrighting our work and I hope this helps answer any questions.   Why should I register my work with the U.S. Copyright Office? You must register your copy...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Nov 2008 02:00:00 GMT

Mario (a Re-post)

Mario........The drainpipe on the cornerOf the old brick buildingIs slightly askew and Brown with rust.....It's been there everydayThat I can remember,Always in serviceDoing its job.....No one notices...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Jun 2007 16:54:00 GMT

My Beloved

There are momentswhen rain drops beat their tattooupon my soulWhispering words of then, and now.My heart cries outfor you Only you.Comfort comesless often, nowthat I am oldand frail.Copyright ©2008 Na...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Oct 2008 00:41:00 GMT

Equanimity

There are men who abide with a rage a hunger a desire Their mouths too small to consume me I am no more than a fantasy; yet, more than imagined I touch myself to remember that I am realCopyright ©2...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Sep 2008 01:22:00 GMT

Dancing After Dark

My friend, Frank, wrote a poem today and it elicited this poem from me! Dancing After DarkLaundry is done Bathroom is clean The kids are bathed and dinner has been had. Dishes have been washed; the b...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Sep 2008 20:04:00 GMT