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(((Sending you Lovewaves)))</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewaves.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewaves.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lovewaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234747662153154095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjuUG_qv04g/TObi_G_-J5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OEXQO8U7qd8/S220/1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17060328.post-3160447104060989812</id><published>2008-01-11T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T13:03:47.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tammi    1990 feb 14th</title><content type='html'>I often think about you, its time that I confess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Your on my mind allot every day I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I almost miss you when you’re nowhere near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Infact I truly long for you, the day that you'll be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Occasionally I want you, but only now and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well perhaps a whole lot more then I’ve wanted other women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And there are times when I need you, but only just a bit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well perhaps a whole lot more, Then I really should admit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But just because i think of you every single day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And just because i miss you every time you go away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Just because I want you and because i need you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Do you really think I love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well your right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17060328-3160447104060989812?l=lovewaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/3160447104060989812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/3160447104060989812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewaves.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-first-poem.html' title='Tammi    1990 feb 14th'/><author><name>Lovewaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234747662153154095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjuUG_qv04g/TObi_G_-J5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OEXQO8U7qd8/S220/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17060328.post-1696883944116465004</id><published>2008-01-11T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T13:22:02.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion's Desire</title><content type='html'>I scribble a message upon my moon&lt;br /&gt;and send it to you&lt;br /&gt;now you can see my love&lt;br /&gt;as you feel our romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/05&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17060328-1696883944116465004?l=lovewaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/1696883944116465004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/1696883944116465004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewaves.blogspot.com/2008/01/desire-for-you_11.html' title='Passion&apos;s Desire'/><author><name>Lovewaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234747662153154095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjuUG_qv04g/TObi_G_-J5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OEXQO8U7qd8/S220/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17060328.post-3564703955327387091</id><published>2008-01-11T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:12:53.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>askmyname</title><content type='html'>Between the seconds and hands of time &lt;br /&gt;There will come one, the one divine&lt;br /&gt;Just like before you will repeat your nature&lt;br /&gt;Hissing and tormenting with your own failure&lt;br /&gt;Be careful for when he comes high&lt;br /&gt;As your heart is a drum beat that he stands by.&lt;br /&gt;He can play with you to see if you’re true&lt;br /&gt;Make your heart sing even out of tune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17060328-3564703955327387091?l=lovewaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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&lt;br /&gt;and hope you breath me in. &lt;br /&gt;throughout the passions that collide &lt;br /&gt;you aint my tide but the still wonderus waters &lt;br /&gt;i see my reflection in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17060328-4053484086775545401?l=lovewaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/4053484086775545401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/4053484086775545401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewaves.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-skin-soaked-desire.html' title='My Skin Soaked Desire'/><author><name>Lovewaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234747662153154095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjuUG_qv04g/TObi_G_-J5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OEXQO8U7qd8/S220/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17060328.post-1061625843699954609</id><published>2007-10-16T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:30:57.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"God's fall"</title><content type='html'>God's love falls to earth &lt;br /&gt;Giving us seasons for all our worth &lt;br /&gt;Rotating our dying earth with so much passion &lt;br /&gt;Look around and grasp his reaction &lt;br /&gt;Beauty everywhere, all around &lt;br /&gt;Birthing life constantly found &lt;br /&gt;Ancient times collide with today &lt;br /&gt;Giving us hope an faith in unlimited ways &lt;br /&gt;Like a seed blowing in the wind &lt;br /&gt;God set our souls free to live. &lt;br /&gt;So enjoy being you in every way&lt;br /&gt;is what I reckon God is trying to say. &lt;br /&gt;The four season's lie within &lt;br /&gt;climatize yourself without sin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Schorel&lt;br /&gt;poem topic on Fall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17060328-1061625843699954609?l=lovewaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/1061625843699954609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/1061625843699954609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewaves.blogspot.com/2007/10/gods-fall.html' title='&quot;God&apos;s fall&quot;'/><author><name>Lovewaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234747662153154095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjuUG_qv04g/TObi_G_-J5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OEXQO8U7qd8/S220/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17060328.post-2600634898634615470</id><published>2007-10-16T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T15:31:44.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Happy</title><content type='html'>Happiness is always here can't you see&lt;br /&gt;To live like this I've got to enjoy being me&lt;br /&gt;Not how I look or the girlfriend I have&lt;br /&gt;But me I passed time with, so I am first in hand&lt;br /&gt;We are works of art, you and I&lt;br /&gt;So play the part at least you try&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to be rich a million dollars in the pocket&lt;br /&gt;But a rare wine for all to try a sip&lt;br /&gt;Give them a taste of who you are&lt;br /&gt;Look at the bright things in lost loves&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll be a star before reaching the stars above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Schorel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17060328-2600634898634615470?l=lovewaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/2600634898634615470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/2600634898634615470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewaves.blogspot.com/2007/10/are-you-happy.html' title='Are You Happy'/><author><name>Lovewaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234747662153154095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjuUG_qv04g/TObi_G_-J5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OEXQO8U7qd8/S220/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17060328.post-5527548150348594336</id><published>2007-09-30T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T15:11:12.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovewaves</title><content type='html'>We share glittery shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoration the hearts floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ripple hitting miles deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surf twisted murmurs weep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow waters mirrored leave trace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of colored tears reflecting off a face&lt;br /&gt;.......................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17060328-5527548150348594336?l=lovewaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/5527548150348594336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/5527548150348594336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewaves.blogspot.com/2007/09/lovewavesby-richard-schorel-we-share.html' title='Lovewaves'/><author><name>Lovewaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234747662153154095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjuUG_qv04g/TObi_G_-J5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OEXQO8U7qd8/S220/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17060328.post-2871157420873856692</id><published>2007-09-30T07:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:08:41.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Think ... "</title><content type='html'>Many things I've seen I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I can may sound insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all can be in my brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll know what gives us our flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words can even comprehend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if it wasn't real then you are all pretend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is 1 of few I will try to tell &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while keeping in mind i missed my floral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to you reading my life moral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Schorel&lt;br /&gt;      2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17060328-2871157420873856692?l=lovewaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/2871157420873856692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/2871157420873856692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewaves.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-think.html' title='&quot;I Think ... &quot;'/><author><name>Lovewaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234747662153154095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjuUG_qv04g/TObi_G_-J5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OEXQO8U7qd8/S220/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17060328.post-71958418910096840</id><published>2007-09-30T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:33:02.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun</title><content type='html'>He's as real as life can be &lt;br /&gt;He's always watching over me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving life to earth&lt;br /&gt;Enabling us to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See's every step I take&lt;br /&gt;Guiding me through life &lt;br /&gt;At my own stake &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will try to stay out of strife &lt;br /&gt;Until we become 1 again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep me warm and alive&lt;br /&gt;And for now I say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;But before I do there's 1 more thing to state &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seen you when I died &lt;br /&gt;With golden clouds in my so called eyes&lt;br /&gt;"wow" I was truly amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Michael Schorel&lt;br /&gt;2005 25/3/99&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17060328-71958418910096840?l=lovewaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/71958418910096840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/71958418910096840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewaves.blogspot.com/2007/09/sun-hes-as-real-as-life-can-be-hes.html' title='Sun'/><author><name>Lovewaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234747662153154095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjuUG_qv04g/TObi_G_-J5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OEXQO8U7qd8/S220/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17060328.post-3548240679292625512</id><published>2007-09-30T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:34:27.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Precious</title><content type='html'>Without touch&lt;br /&gt;i feel the warmth of her heart.&lt;br /&gt;Without voice&lt;br /&gt;i hear her from within speaking so softly and delicately,&lt;br /&gt;Without view &lt;br /&gt;i see all the beauty that is her and all that she see's.&lt;br /&gt;she holds me tight even though she is not around.&lt;br /&gt;i see through her eyes &lt;br /&gt;and the world is so very beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou my precious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Schorel&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17060328-3548240679292625512?l=lovewaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/3548240679292625512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/3548240679292625512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewaves.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-precious-by-richard-schorel-without.html' title='My Precious'/><author><name>Lovewaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234747662153154095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjuUG_qv04g/TObi_G_-J5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OEXQO8U7qd8/S220/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17060328.post-1777165896216462296</id><published>2007-07-18T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:38:18.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Chevy</title><content type='html'>i sat inside of her before she warmed up&lt;br /&gt;i could feel the engine ticking &lt;br /&gt;and the full grunt of how this was ganna end up.&lt;br /&gt;i had to be careful cause she was unique,&lt;br /&gt;not to scratch a bumper or crack my windscreen.&lt;br /&gt;i was about ta take off and the chevy felt part of my soul &lt;br /&gt;so i opened her up and gave her mine.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently Fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Schorel&lt;br /&gt;dates wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Paige it was written for...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17060328-1777165896216462296?l=lovewaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/1777165896216462296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/1777165896216462296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewaves.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-chevy.html' title='My Chevy'/><author><name>Lovewaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234747662153154095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjuUG_qv04g/TObi_G_-J5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OEXQO8U7qd8/S220/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17060328.post-112872736660149524</id><published>2005-10-07T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:43:45.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To You</title><content type='html'>Universe guiding our magical earth &lt;br /&gt;While wild sea's surf&lt;br /&gt;Land is for human domain&lt;br /&gt;Stardust has made our frame &lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what is far and beyond &lt;br /&gt;Makes us a tiny spec in this big pond&lt;br /&gt;So treat life like a work of art&lt;br /&gt;Time tells every story from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Schorel&lt;br /&gt;2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17060328-112872736660149524?l=lovewaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/112872736660149524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/112872736660149524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewaves.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-you-universe-guiding-our-magical.html' title='To You'/><author><name>Lovewaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234747662153154095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjuUG_qv04g/TObi_G_-J5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OEXQO8U7qd8/S220/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17060328.post-112872714024288861</id><published>2005-10-07T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:40:50.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken heart.</title><content type='html'>The face of poignant tear embankments&lt;br /&gt;Entwined ancient breeze whispers&lt;br /&gt;Warm sunlight narrow as winters mouldering desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........above in simple words.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I look in the mirror the face of utter pain sends me into tears&lt;br /&gt;that much I need walls to hold it back.&lt;br /&gt;(voice within)dont let the heart die by loosing desire&lt;br /&gt;or you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Schorel&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17060328-112872714024288861?l=lovewaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/112872714024288861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/112872714024288861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewaves.blogspot.com/2005/10/broken-heart.html' title='broken heart.'/><author><name>Lovewaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234747662153154095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjuUG_qv04g/TObi_G_-J5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OEXQO8U7qd8/S220/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17060328.post-112872693768328802</id><published>2005-10-07T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:35:36.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mans Home</title><content type='html'>We're all kings of some kind?&lt;br /&gt;In every house you may find&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean we have lots of money&lt;br /&gt;Some may laugh and think its funny&lt;br /&gt;No mansion for millionaires that's for sure&lt;br /&gt;But big enough for family and lots more&lt;br /&gt;All these walls stay strong from tender lovin care&lt;br /&gt;So when you read this poem please judge it fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Schorel&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17060328-112872693768328802?l=lovewaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/112872693768328802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/112872693768328802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewaves.blogspot.com/2005/10/mans-home-were-all-kings-of-some-kind.html' title='Mans Home'/><author><name>Lovewaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234747662153154095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjuUG_qv04g/TObi_G_-J5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OEXQO8U7qd8/S220/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17060328.post-112872683447618671</id><published>2005-10-07T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T15:30:52.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To a Woman</title><content type='html'>There you are so far apart&lt;br /&gt;atleast we have this wonderful start&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing you would be the true pain&lt;br /&gt;How much of this will our hearts sustain?&lt;br /&gt;Just starting to know you, though it feels like forever&lt;br /&gt;I hope it’s not too long before we are together&lt;br /&gt;One look at you, I see all the wonders within&lt;br /&gt;Not to be with you would be the true sin&lt;br /&gt;You move me in ways I thought I'd lost&lt;br /&gt;Now my heart is yours that is part of the cost.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I could see you open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;To give you the wonderful surprise&lt;br /&gt;Of all the lovin I have to give&lt;br /&gt;With your heart I want to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Schorel&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17060328-112872683447618671?l=lovewaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/112872683447618671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/112872683447618671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewaves.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-woman-there-you-are-so-far-apart.html' title='To a Woman'/><author><name>Lovewaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234747662153154095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjuUG_qv04g/TObi_G_-J5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OEXQO8U7qd8/S220/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17060328.post-112872677011240263</id><published>2005-10-07T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:11:27.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True love never dies</title><content type='html'>Precious love measured&lt;br /&gt;Cherished memories treasured &lt;br /&gt;Hearts and tears perfect again&lt;br /&gt;Emotions soaring faster than a plane.&lt;br /&gt;Delicious sighs silent moments&lt;br /&gt;Give feelings of new Inducements &lt;br /&gt;Rhythmical mysterious magic &lt;br /&gt;Spirits entwined varying fantastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Schorel&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17060328-112872677011240263?l=lovewaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/112872677011240263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/112872677011240263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewaves.blogspot.com/2005/10/true-love-never-dies-precious-love.html' title='True love never dies'/><author><name>Lovewaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234747662153154095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjuUG_qv04g/TObi_G_-J5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OEXQO8U7qd8/S220/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17060328.post-112771082975212185</id><published>2005-09-25T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T15:23:13.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life shaping</title><content type='html'>See all the wonders within and hold them to heart&lt;br /&gt;As you see life shaping you realize we are all a work of art&lt;br /&gt;But does the art know its beauty of which it is and will grow&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just the way it is and stands for all, to now show.&lt;br /&gt;Even if the orchid knew I don’t think it would care.&lt;br /&gt;For all it would enjoy is to be shown it was treated fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Schorel&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;my singing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17060328-112771082975212185?l=lovewaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/112771082975212185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/112771082975212185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewaves.blogspot.com/2005/09/life-shaping-see-all-wonders-within.html' title='Life shaping'/><author><name>Lovewaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234747662153154095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjuUG_qv04g/TObi_G_-J5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OEXQO8U7qd8/S220/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17060328.post-112771076356625062</id><published>2005-09-25T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:42:47.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Us</title><content type='html'>past is what will last&lt;br /&gt;since time goes so fast&lt;br /&gt;everything around comes and goes&lt;br /&gt;memories is all we know&lt;br /&gt;time takes all else away&lt;br /&gt;leaving us a total stray&lt;br /&gt;decisions are based on our reflection&lt;br /&gt;of all we have lived with our tension&lt;br /&gt;We cant express feelings for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;who knows it may be sorrow&lt;br /&gt;so when we die theres only 1 thing to take&lt;br /&gt;and thats our memories for God sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Schorel&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17060328-112771076356625062?l=lovewaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/112771076356625062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/112771076356625062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewaves.blogspot.com/2005/09/us-past-is-what-will-last-since-time.html' title='Us'/><author><name>Lovewaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234747662153154095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjuUG_qv04g/TObi_G_-J5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OEXQO8U7qd8/S220/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17060328.post-112771071245146936</id><published>2005-09-25T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T15:27:53.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor’s rock</title><content type='html'>With a heart of gold &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having a stomach of stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They show their mind is a gem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and have the skill of a diamond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More important than any earthy mineral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Schorel&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17060328-112771071245146936?l=lovewaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/112771071245146936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/112771071245146936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewaves.blogspot.com/2005/09/doctors-rock-with-heart-of-gold-having.html' title='Doctor’s rock'/><author><name>Lovewaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234747662153154095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjuUG_qv04g/TObi_G_-J5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OEXQO8U7qd8/S220/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17060328.post-112771024166054603</id><published>2005-09-25T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T15:38:14.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading a poem ....just stupid laugh</title><content type='html'>Writing a poem ain’t that easy &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they turn out really cheesy &lt;br /&gt;Throwing the story here and there &lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t really stop anywhere&lt;br /&gt;What I do like is short and sweet &lt;br /&gt;Little twisted and a treat&lt;br /&gt;Without need for comers or full stop &lt;br /&gt;Why act fancy and try to get to the top&lt;br /&gt;Just a meaning here and there&lt;br /&gt;To get sucked into the dream if we dare&lt;br /&gt;So I look forward to reading your style &lt;br /&gt;And see if you can really make me smile&lt;br /&gt;For feelings you give from a simple line &lt;br /&gt;Can really make 1 feel special and divine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Schorel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17060328-112771024166054603?l=lovewaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/112771024166054603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/112771024166054603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewaves.blogspot.com/2005/09/reading-poem-writing-poem-aint-that.html' title='Reading a poem ....just stupid laugh'/><author><name>Lovewaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234747662153154095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjuUG_qv04g/TObi_G_-J5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OEXQO8U7qd8/S220/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17060328.post-112770872290558995</id><published>2005-09-25T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T15:35:22.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lady</title><content type='html'>You're always thinking of people I can see that's true&lt;br /&gt;Being kind to strangers cause that's just you&lt;br /&gt;No matter what walk of life you may encounter&lt;br /&gt;See always a smile and never flounder&lt;br /&gt;You've told me your name though I can't remember&lt;br /&gt;My trust to you I will have to surrender&lt;br /&gt;please enjoy each day as you would&lt;br /&gt;This is a little thankyou for being understood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Schorel&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17060328-112770872290558995?l=lovewaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/112770872290558995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/112770872290558995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewaves.blogspot.com/2005/09/lady-youre-always-thinking-of-people-i.html' title='A Lady'/><author><name>Lovewaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234747662153154095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjuUG_qv04g/TObi_G_-J5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OEXQO8U7qd8/S220/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17060328.post-112770863262108228</id><published>2005-09-25T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T15:34:03.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>48 +</title><content type='html'>Lazy days are coming soon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like hibernating in a cocoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old and grey is on its way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Howlong I am lucky enough to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because we come wrinkly and shorter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean our patience can become a little coarser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you are one of those chosen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why become angry and frozen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember i won't be 1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of you old buggers having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Schorel&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17060328-112770863262108228?l=lovewaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/112770863262108228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/112770863262108228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewaves.blogspot.com/2005/09/48-lazy-days-are-coming-soon-feel-like.html' title='48 +'/><author><name>Lovewaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234747662153154095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjuUG_qv04g/TObi_G_-J5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OEXQO8U7qd8/S220/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17060328.post-7466228844507886735</id><published>2005-08-25T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:26:43.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Another Poet</title><content type='html'>Here is a lady shining through&lt;br /&gt;So I went to see what her next poem would do&lt;br /&gt;Every word had me amazed&lt;br /&gt;To the extent where my mind was in a daze&lt;br /&gt;Her pain became my relief&lt;br /&gt;But I really could feel her grief&lt;br /&gt;Words spoken of true love once persist&lt;br /&gt;For a heart now she cannot caress&lt;br /&gt;Every line I read swallowed me whole&lt;br /&gt;To the extent where she nearly stole my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Richard Schorel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17060328-7466228844507886735?l=lovewaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/7466228844507886735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17060328/posts/default/7466228844507886735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewaves.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-another-poet-here-is-lady-shining.html' title='To Another Poet'/><author><name>Lovewaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16234747662153154095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjuUG_qv04g/TObi_G_-J5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OEXQO8U7qd8/S220/1.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
