tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35290444767425779572011-11-27T19:49:33.041-05:00Ancient scribes were persons educated in the art of writing. Ancient poets were artisans and creatorsRon Flatowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069729232951921541noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529044476742577957.post-38621396615682213202009-08-21T23:09:00.002-04:002009-08-21T23:11:48.523-04:00Its is easier to poison people slowly through their habits then to offer healthy solutions<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529044476742577957-3862139661568221320?l=poetsandscribes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ron Flatowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069729232951921541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529044476742577957.post-44792587134848576152008-08-16T13:33:00.005-04:002008-11-18T10:06:40.410-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPOu4_7yCAo/SKcRXnsVW7I/AAAAAAAAATM/PuwAWkYAACo/s1600-h/tongue.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235172189331086258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPOu4_7yCAo/SKcRXnsVW7I/AAAAAAAAATM/PuwAWkYAACo/s200/tongue.jpg" border="0" /></a> A confused mind<br />thoughts of unclear perfection<br />still a sense of truth<br />in words of deception<br />carefully moving, weary of the motion.<br />All around faces too many.<br />Close your eyes and the mist will lift<br />Trust will follow, just be careful not to wallow<br />Ron Flatow © 2005<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=3KbY6VVpYL0&amp;offerid=142235.10000042&amp;subid=0&amp;type=4"><img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 60px" height="60" alt="Spiritual Cinema Circle (Gaiam)" src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=3KbY6VVpYL0&amp;bids=142235.10000042&amp;subid=0&amp;type=4&amp;gridnum=1" width="348" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529044476742577957-4479258713484857615?l=poetsandscribes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ron Flatowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069729232951921541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529044476742577957.post-58171708920212839872008-08-16T12:39:00.014-04:002008-08-16T13:25:16.889-04:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPOu4_7yCAo/SKcFR7BUK2I/AAAAAAAAAS8/pbBZGMon0SY/s1600-h/Gold+heart.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235158897300613986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPOu4_7yCAo/SKcFR7BUK2I/AAAAAAAAAS8/pbBZGMon0SY/s200/Gold+heart.jpg" border="0" /></a>Within your eyes I can see we have danced many times<br />though our vessels have been redesigned<br />our souls remember every breath and stride.<br /><br />Like our past of distant times life unfolds before our eyes<br />this infinite journey to heal and learn<br />to embrace emotions within ourselves so yearned.<br /><br />Walking with you in the abundance of here and now<br />I watch as your radiance captures every moment of being<br />and like a shooting star the impression you leave is brightly seen.<br /><br />From our image to our name the spiritual level is the same<br />the rhythm of our hearts and the bounty of our laughter<br />to the lessons learned and needed as we earn to be lighted masters<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPOu4_7yCAo/SKcFR5ZWGVI/AAAAAAAAATE/qXWyMA76Vvg/s1600-h/red+heart.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235158896864532818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPOu4_7yCAo/SKcFR5ZWGVI/AAAAAAAAATE/qXWyMA76Vvg/s200/red+heart.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Your heart. Your love. Your laughter. Your smile. Your touch... Your friendship<br /><br />Ron Flatow © September 10, 1998<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=3KbY6VVpYL0&amp;offerid=139925.10000037&amp;type=4&amp;subid=0"><img style="WIDTH: 392px; HEIGHT: 60px" height="60" alt="Hay House Radio Live Online Events" src="http://affiliate.hayhouse.com/Event/SpiritualPartnership468x60.jpg" width="426" border="0" /></a><img height="1" src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=3KbY6VVpYL0&amp;bids=139925.10000037&amp;type=4&amp;subid=0" width="1" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529044476742577957-5817170892021283987?l=poetsandscribes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ron Flatowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069729232951921541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529044476742577957.post-46516359692801546852008-08-15T17:28:00.048-04:002011-05-08T00:03:30.782-04:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPOu4_7yCAo/SRCqopdQVdI/AAAAAAAAAjE/RRhI5KO8c04/s1600-h/woman+grafity.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264895579696158162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPOu4_7yCAo/SRCqopdQVdI/AAAAAAAAAjE/RRhI5KO8c04/s200/woman+grafity.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div>It was late at night<br />And out of the corner of my eyes<br />I could see your body going to the beat<br />Swaying back and fourth grinding to the heat<br /></div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WPOu4_7yCAo/SRCqoGLLCYI/AAAAAAAAAi0/jR-Zt0ak9UQ/s1600-h/woman+black+dress.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264895570225072514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WPOu4_7yCAo/SRCqoGLLCYI/AAAAAAAAAi0/jR-Zt0ak9UQ/s200/woman+black+dress.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div align="left">All the eyes where on you stripping you down<br />With drinks in their hands starring at your curvy ass<br />You’re just throwing it around and teasing them on<br />they look like horn dog puppies following you round<br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPOu4_7yCAo/SRCqoY2r-xI/AAAAAAAAAi8/XqrST5RbHpw/s1600-h/woman+flower+background.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264895575239424786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPOu4_7yCAo/SRCqoY2r-xI/AAAAAAAAAi8/XqrST5RbHpw/s200/woman+flower+background.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />you’ve got that motion<br />you’re such a tease<br />moving like a snake tongue in the breeze<br />cause’ your looking for one to fill the fire<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="left"><br /><blockquote><br /></blockquote></div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPOu4_7yCAo/SRCqn7lbLlI/AAAAAAAAAis/Qu3MzmvrSKo/s1600-h/Ballet.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264895567382392402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPOu4_7yCAo/SRCqn7lbLlI/AAAAAAAAAis/Qu3MzmvrSKo/s200/Ballet.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div align="left">They couldn’t keep up ‘cause they were drunk<br />guys lining up and dancing around up on the balcony looking down<br />everyone was trying to steel a feel<br />a flashing mirrored ball made it surreal<br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPOu4_7yCAo/SRCqnp4kpOI/AAAAAAAAAik/qTc8T8TgNPY/s1600-h/chinese+dance.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264895562630866146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPOu4_7yCAo/SRCqnp4kpOI/AAAAAAAAAik/qTc8T8TgNPY/s200/chinese+dance.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><ul><br /><br /><li><br /><br /><div align="left">each time a guy tried you just shook your finger no<br />you’d smile and grin wearing that short body skin<br />Licking your lips and throwing your hips<br />you new what you were doing just playing the game.</div></li></ul><br /><div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPOu4_7yCAo/SRCrwgB0HpI/AAAAAAAAAjM/AEAiIlCB-P0/s1600-h/couple.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264896814115724946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPOu4_7yCAo/SRCrwgB0HpI/AAAAAAAAAjM/AEAiIlCB-P0/s200/couple.jpg" border="0" /></a>you’ve got that motion<br />you’re such a tease<br />moving like a snake tongue in the breeze<br />cause’ your looking for one to fill the fire<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529044476742577957-4651635969280154685?l=poetsandscribes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ron Flatowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05069729232951921541noreply@blogger.com