<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566</id><updated>2011-11-21T11:07:16.979Z</updated><category term='Babies'/><category term='Freedom'/><category term='Hope'/><category term='Regrets'/><category term='Heartache'/><category term='Animals'/><category term='Forgiveness'/><category term='Dogs'/><category term='Tears'/><category term='Stars'/><category term='Trust'/><category term='Fear'/><category term='Various Crafts'/><category term='Princesses'/><category term='Angels'/><category term='Harps'/><category term='Canada'/><category term='Fame'/><category term='Pity'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Pain'/><category term='Monsters'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='Sunshine'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Nature'/><category term='Wishes'/><category term='Orange Cones'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Winter'/><category term='Storms'/><category term='Easter/Ostara'/><category term='Loss'/><category term='Gratitude'/><category term='Flowers'/><category term='People'/><category term='Fate'/><category term='Snow'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Sleep'/><category term='Colours'/><category term='Autumn/Fall'/><category term='Gifts/Presents'/><category term='Yule'/><category term='Summer'/><category term='Horses/Unicorns'/><category term='Gypsies/Travelers'/><category term='Revenge'/><category term='Cruelty'/><category term='Anger'/><category term='Frustration'/><category term='Darkness'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Hamsters'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Birds'/><category term='Protection'/><category term='Samhain/Halloween'/><category term='Mythalogical'/><category term='Witches'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='Gods/Goddesses'/><category term='Eyesight'/><category term='Night'/><category term='Rabbits'/><category term='water'/><category term='Appearance'/><category term='Rain'/><category term='Rainbows'/><category term='Pixies'/><category term='Dragons'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Clouds'/><category term='Writing'/><category term='Blessings'/><category term='Lies'/><category term='Spring'/><category term='Lugh'/><category term='Day'/><category term='Musings'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='Drowning'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Belief'/><category term='Hobbits'/><category term='Growing Up'/><category term='Sheep'/><category term='Lights'/><category term='Happyness'/><category term='Teenagers'/><category term='Advice'/><category term='Fantasy'/><category term='Lonelyness'/><category term='Cats'/><category term='Frost'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Confusion'/><category term='Sunrise'/><category term='Wales/Welsh'/><category term='Playing'/><category term='Time'/><category term='Vehicles'/><category term='Wind'/><category term='Fairies'/><category term='Lammas/Lughnasadh'/><category term='Longing'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Death'/><category term='Lessons'/><category term='Weight'/><title type='text'>Poems From A Dreamer</title><subtitle type='html'>All of these poems were written by me! But, don't forget that just because I wrote them doesn't mean they are about me. Also, don't forget to check back regularly for new poems! And, feel free to comment on any of my poems... your opinions are very much appreciated! Thanks! :) ~ Tori</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><generator 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8682575133834951008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=8682575133834951008' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/8682575133834951008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/8682575133834951008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-harvest-poem.html' title='First Harvest Poem'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-4375499256347280281</id><published>2011-08-01T19:42:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T19:42:00.607+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Various Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lammas/Lughnasadh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gods/Goddesses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>A Prayer To Lugh</title><content type='html'>Lugh, master of skills, lend your blessing to what I make.&lt;br /&gt;The things I write, the things I knit, the things I craft and bake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you lend inspiration, to all the things I write.&lt;br /&gt;May the things that I bake, be enjoyable to the last bite.&lt;br /&gt;May my wool, card and clay creations, all be received&lt;br /&gt;With the same amount of love, with which they were conceived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God of many skills, help my talents to shine through.&lt;br /&gt;Lugh, master of all trades, may my work be blessed by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2011 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-4375499256347280281?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4375499256347280281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=4375499256347280281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/4375499256347280281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/4375499256347280281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2011/08/prayer-to-lugh.html' title='A Prayer To Lugh'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-2621431205694901323</id><published>2011-07-11T11:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T11:18:44.311+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><title type='text'>Bee-Like Memories</title><content type='html'>Buzz, buzz, buzz&lt;br /&gt;All inside my head&lt;br /&gt;memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2011 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-2621431205694901323?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2621431205694901323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=2621431205694901323' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/2621431205694901323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/2621431205694901323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2011/07/bee-like-memories.html' title='Bee-Like Memories'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-3742796888934724816</id><published>2011-04-13T11:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T11:10:31.576+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lies'/><title type='text'>Poisoned Tongue</title><content type='html'>Poisoned tongue&lt;br /&gt;Spreading your evil words;&lt;br /&gt;Girl of many lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2011 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-3742796888934724816?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3742796888934724816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=3742796888934724816' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/3742796888934724816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/3742796888934724816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2011/04/poisoned-tongue.html' title='Poisoned Tongue'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-3307999464442553916</id><published>2010-08-12T09:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T09:38:57.657+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Giggling Baby</title><content type='html'>Giggling baby, do you know who I am?&lt;br /&gt;And do you know what I just said?&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but wonder, do you understand?&lt;br /&gt;Or does it all go way over your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giggling baby, how much do you know?&lt;br /&gt;Do you recognise things by name yet?&lt;br /&gt;Giggling baby, how clever are you?&lt;br /&gt;How much of this world do you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-3307999464442553916?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3307999464442553916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=3307999464442553916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/3307999464442553916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/3307999464442553916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2010/08/giggling-baby.html' title='Giggling Baby'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-7165968916867701981</id><published>2010-05-03T22:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T22:46:43.171+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cruelty'/><title type='text'>Humans</title><content type='html'>Sharp blades, twisted savagely&lt;br /&gt;In an already gaping wound&lt;br /&gt;Just for the satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;Of seeing it bleed again&lt;br /&gt;Cruel people&lt;br /&gt;Glory in watching&lt;br /&gt;Watching the suffering&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must they reopen wounds?&lt;br /&gt;Why must they watch the suffering?&lt;br /&gt;And worse, participate!&lt;br /&gt;Why must they be so cruel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it true that they are&lt;br /&gt;The more advanced species?&lt;br /&gt;No! But the cruelest!&lt;br /&gt;That's humans for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-7165968916867701981?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7165968916867701981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=7165968916867701981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/7165968916867701981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/7165968916867701981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2010/05/humans.html' title='Humans'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-8902811871344760430</id><published>2010-01-23T10:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-23T10:04:08.624Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>That's What Friends Do</title><content type='html'>If you need healing thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Or you could use a prayer&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes tightly&lt;br /&gt;And picture me there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding your hand&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing all I can&lt;br /&gt;To help you through&lt;br /&gt;Because, my friend,&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-8902811871344760430?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8902811871344760430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=8902811871344760430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/8902811871344760430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Iggy's Birthday Poem</title><content type='html'>Orange cones lined the streets&lt;br /&gt;Stacked up in piles of three&lt;br /&gt;For today was a special day&lt;br /&gt;And they all wanted to see&lt;br /&gt;For today was the birthday&lt;br /&gt;Of someone named Iggy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2009 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-4722925775335385243?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4722925775335385243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=4722925775335385243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/4722925775335385243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/4722925775335385243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2009/11/iggys-birthday-poemi.html' title='Iggy&apos;s Birthday Poem'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-7951001787430679891</id><published>2009-05-23T05:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T05:11:37.666+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>Lost in the mists of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Trying so hard to find...&lt;br /&gt;Find what? I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;Which way do I go?&lt;br /&gt;Where can I turn?&lt;br /&gt;How can I learn?&lt;br /&gt;How can I find my way out?&lt;br /&gt;Will someone come if I shout?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2009 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-7951001787430679891?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7951001787430679891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=7951001787430679891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/7951001787430679891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/7951001787430679891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-737777154084533909</id><published>2009-04-10T13:01:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T14:24:10.126+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vehicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gypsies/Travelers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horses/Unicorns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happyness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freedom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Traveler</title><content type='html'>The horse moved on slowly, along the country road&lt;br /&gt;Pulling behind it the beautiful caravan, that was its accustomed load&lt;br /&gt;The woman held on to the reins, while sitting by its door&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the sights that slowly passed her, as though she’d never seen them before&lt;br /&gt;She softly hummed along to a song, that only she could hear&lt;br /&gt;While Watching the scenery nature offered, at this time of the year&lt;br /&gt;The fields were full of new born lambs, and there were young calves too&lt;br /&gt;For it was Spring, which was the season of rebirth, she knew&lt;br /&gt;The trees that had been bare all Winter, were growing leaves of green&lt;br /&gt;Something she knew was amazing to see, no matter how many times it was seen&lt;br /&gt;Along the road there was a hedge (some parts were green, but others bare)&lt;br /&gt;And as she looked near it’s base, she was sure she saw a hare&lt;br /&gt;She smiled to herself as she moved on, and sighed a happy sigh&lt;br /&gt;While the sun smiled back at her, from the pure blue sky&lt;br /&gt;Not every day was like this. She knew that fact was true&lt;br /&gt;Not every day held sunshine, and a sky of purest blue&lt;br /&gt;Some days the rain soaked her to the skin, and she shivered from the cold&lt;br /&gt;Some days – despite being young – her joints ached like those of the old&lt;br /&gt;There were times when storms raged over head&lt;br /&gt;And she shivered in her bed&lt;br /&gt;But she knew, no matter what&lt;br /&gt;She wouldn’t give up this life… No she would not!&lt;br /&gt;For all the days when the sun shone, and the air smelled sweet&lt;br /&gt;Made up for all the days when, there was rain, hail, snow, or sleet&lt;br /&gt;And all the days when she was warm&lt;br /&gt;Made up for every cold Winter storm&lt;br /&gt;So it was with a light heart, and a contented smile&lt;br /&gt;That she found a clearing in a field, where they could rest a while&lt;br /&gt;She made camp and fed the horse&lt;br /&gt;Then she fed herself, of course&lt;br /&gt;After that she settled in&lt;br /&gt;For the night with her knitting&lt;br /&gt;And when her head began to droop&lt;br /&gt;She finished up her mug of soup&lt;br /&gt;Then checked the horse would be alright&lt;br /&gt;Before settling down to sleep for the night&lt;br /&gt;The sounds of nature still filled her head&lt;br /&gt;As she snuggled up in her bed&lt;br /&gt;This was the way she liked it to be&lt;br /&gt;It made her feel alive and free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2009 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-737777154084533909?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/737777154084533909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=737777154084533909' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/737777154084533909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/737777154084533909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2009/04/traveler.html' title='Traveler'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-8726342609185565933</id><published>2009-02-02T13:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-02T13:22:58.939Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Dear Jack</title><content type='html'>Without a trace you vanished&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why or where&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that one day&lt;br /&gt;You just were not there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;Just like I’ve done before&lt;br /&gt;Wondering where you are now&lt;br /&gt;And why you’re not here any more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jack, where ever you may be&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are content&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are not suffering&lt;br /&gt;Where ever it was you went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; © 2009 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-8726342609185565933?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8726342609185565933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=8726342609185565933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/8726342609185565933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/8726342609185565933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-jack.html' title='Dear Jack'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-1713658217754220562</id><published>2009-01-04T08:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-09-24T23:41:59.689+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darkness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monsters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eyesight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><title type='text'>In The Darkness Of My World</title><content type='html'>In the darkness of my world&lt;br /&gt;The monsters are all around&lt;br /&gt;They’re lurking just out of reach of my hands&lt;br /&gt;Making only the occasional sound&lt;br /&gt;I hear them when the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;They’re howling just outside&lt;br /&gt;There’s nowhere safe to go&lt;br /&gt;There’s no good place to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness of my world&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere is safe any more&lt;br /&gt;Something could be hiding&lt;br /&gt;The other side of any door&lt;br /&gt;Or possibly behind the sofa?&lt;br /&gt;You never know where they’ll be&lt;br /&gt;The monsters are lurking everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to attack me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; © 2009 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-1713658217754220562?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1713658217754220562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=1713658217754220562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/1713658217754220562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/1713658217754220562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-darkness-of-my-world.html' title='In The Darkness Of My World'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-5298785295786934732</id><published>2009-01-04T07:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-04T07:45:22.840Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monsters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><title type='text'>The Leaf Monster</title><content type='html'>Rustle, rustle, rustle,&lt;br /&gt;Someone’s following you!&lt;br /&gt;Where will you go?&lt;br /&gt;What will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Rustle, rustle, rustle,&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like dry, dead leaves&lt;br /&gt;Rustle, rustle, rustle,&lt;br /&gt;The Leaf Monster breathes!&lt;br /&gt;What will it do when it catches you?&lt;br /&gt;Let’s not wait to see!&lt;br /&gt;Run, run as fast as you can!&lt;br /&gt;Come on, follow me!&lt;br /&gt;Let’s get away before it comes&lt;br /&gt;We’ll be safe when we get inside&lt;br /&gt;The Leaf Monster can’t come indoors&lt;br /&gt;So that’s the best place to hide.&lt;br /&gt;Rustle, rustle, rustle,&lt;br /&gt;Hurry, it’s on its way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2009 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-5298785295786934732?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5298785295786934732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=5298785295786934732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/5298785295786934732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/5298785295786934732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2009/01/leaf-monster.html' title='The Leaf Monster'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-4850648349974741568</id><published>2008-12-07T15:40:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-07T15:52:22.352Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lies'/><title type='text'>I Don’t Know Who You Are</title><content type='html'>Deep down I knew you were lying&lt;br /&gt;But it hurts to know I was right&lt;br /&gt;And now I can’t trust you&lt;br /&gt;Though I tried with all of my might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know who you are&lt;br /&gt;For the girl I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t even exist&lt;br /&gt;So how can she be you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know who you are&lt;br /&gt;For it was all a lie&lt;br /&gt;And now I can not trust you&lt;br /&gt;(I’m sure you can see why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-4850648349974741568?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4850648349974741568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=4850648349974741568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/4850648349974741568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/4850648349974741568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-know-who-you-are.html' title='I Don’t Know Who You Are'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-7716021607812706577</id><published>2008-12-07T14:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:58:32.829Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Something In The Air</title><content type='html'>The frost lays thickly on the ground&lt;br /&gt;And Christmas lights are all around&lt;br /&gt;‘Tis the season to be jolly&lt;br /&gt;And deck the halls with boughs of holly&lt;br /&gt;Well, so they tell me anyway&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn’t feel that way&lt;br /&gt;For there is something in the air&lt;br /&gt;That really should not be there&lt;br /&gt;What happened to that warm glow&lt;br /&gt;From Christmases I used to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; © 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-7716021607812706577?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7716021607812706577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=7716021607812706577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/7716021607812706577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/7716021607812706577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/12/something-in-air.html' title='Something In The Air'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-6215386699956607993</id><published>2008-12-04T16:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:13:39.197Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>That's Why I Love You</title><content type='html'>When my world came crashing down around me&lt;br /&gt;You were right there to hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;When I needed someone to understand me&lt;br /&gt;You did your best to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I cried because I could take no more&lt;br /&gt;You gently kissed away my tears&lt;br /&gt;When I was so scared of what was coming next&lt;br /&gt;You held me close to soothe my fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got upset or angry&lt;br /&gt;Because things weren’t going right&lt;br /&gt;You were the one who was right there&lt;br /&gt;To tell me, “It’s alright!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I felt so very lost&lt;br /&gt;You helped me find my way&lt;br /&gt;And even when I yell at you&lt;br /&gt;You still promise that you’ll stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; © 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-6215386699956607993?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6215386699956607993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=6215386699956607993' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/6215386699956607993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/6215386699956607993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/12/thats-why-i-love-you.html' title='That&apos;s Why I Love You'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-1582271214192458706</id><published>2008-12-04T15:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:21:09.182Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Longing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lonelyness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Please Stay</title><content type='html'>Please stay with me and hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;I can’t bear to be alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;Forget your friends and your PC&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me close and stay with me&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you’ll never go away&lt;br /&gt;It’s something I need to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that your love is true&lt;br /&gt;And that you love me like I love you&lt;br /&gt;Please stay with me, I need you here&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel that you are near&lt;br /&gt;I know that things will be alright&lt;br /&gt;If you just hold me close tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-1582271214192458706?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1582271214192458706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=1582271214192458706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/1582271214192458706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/1582271214192458706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/12/please-stay.html' title='Please Stay'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-7427047998799154990</id><published>2008-12-04T14:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:56:26.169Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eyesight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pity'/><title type='text'>Don't Pity Me</title><content type='html'>Don’t pity me&lt;br /&gt;Because I can’t see&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need any of that&lt;br /&gt;You’d learn that it’s true&lt;br /&gt;Very quickly if you&lt;br /&gt;Stopped to have a chat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go online&lt;br /&gt;I can go for a walk&lt;br /&gt;I can watch TV&lt;br /&gt;I can sit and talk&lt;br /&gt;I can play games&lt;br /&gt;I can read and write&lt;br /&gt;I can do almost anything&lt;br /&gt;That doesn’t need sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, don’t pity me&lt;br /&gt;Because I can’t see&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need any of that&lt;br /&gt;You’d learn that it’s true&lt;br /&gt;Very quickly if you&lt;br /&gt;Stopped to have a chat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; © 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-7427047998799154990?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7427047998799154990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=7427047998799154990' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/7427047998799154990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/7427047998799154990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-pity-me.html' title='Don&apos;t Pity Me'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-8421519255695080280</id><published>2008-11-29T16:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-29T16:58:48.581Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lonelyness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advice'/><title type='text'>Sleeping On A Sofa</title><content type='html'>One lonely man&lt;br /&gt;Lays down with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;Once more on the sofa&lt;br /&gt;As another night goes by&lt;br /&gt;Another lonely night&lt;br /&gt;That he wouldn’t go to bed&lt;br /&gt;He thinks he can’t&lt;br /&gt;But it’s all in his head&lt;br /&gt;It was meant to make him&lt;br /&gt;Get out and mingle&lt;br /&gt;But he’s still on the sofa&lt;br /&gt;Because he’s still single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish he’d believe me&lt;br /&gt;When I tell him that he&lt;br /&gt;Can sleep in a bed&lt;br /&gt;Just like you and me&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have to be sharing&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it’s really alright&lt;br /&gt;To sleep alone in&lt;br /&gt;A bed every night&lt;br /&gt;The sofa may seem comfy&lt;br /&gt;But the bed’s comfy too&lt;br /&gt;Come on, try it out&lt;br /&gt;The bed’s ready for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; © 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-8421519255695080280?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8421519255695080280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=8421519255695080280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/8421519255695080280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/8421519255695080280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/11/sleeping-on-sofa.html' title='Sleeping On A Sofa'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-1317639826948382070</id><published>2008-11-01T14:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:51:57.983Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samhain/Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happyness'/><title type='text'>Mr Pumpkin-Head</title><content type='html'>In a pumpkin patch&lt;br /&gt;Near a big red barn&lt;br /&gt;Looking out over the fields&lt;br /&gt;Of a very big farm&lt;br /&gt;Lived Mr Pumpkin-Head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day he’d sit in the pumpkin patch&lt;br /&gt;Wishing he could do something good&lt;br /&gt;“If only,” he said to himself one night&lt;br /&gt;“Pumpkins could be more than just food.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, when the aire was chilly&lt;br /&gt;And the trees were almost bare&lt;br /&gt;Someone came to the pumpkin patch&lt;br /&gt;Who’d never before been seen there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was just a child – no more than six&lt;br /&gt;With hair the colour of gold&lt;br /&gt;Wearing a pretty little pink coat&lt;br /&gt;To protect herself from the cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at Mr Pumpkin-Head&lt;br /&gt;And all his friends in the ground&lt;br /&gt;Then knelt beside Mr Pumpkin-Head&lt;br /&gt;Making hardly a sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She put her hand upon him&lt;br /&gt;And smiling said, “You’ll do!&lt;br /&gt;You’re coming home with me, you are.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll make a jack-o-lantern out of you!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the window sill&lt;br /&gt;Of a little house&lt;br /&gt;Looking out of the window&lt;br /&gt;Beside an ornamental mouse&lt;br /&gt;Sits Mr Pumpkin-Head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His smile may be carved on&lt;br /&gt;But inside he’s grinning too&lt;br /&gt;For he thinks a Jack-O-Lantern is&lt;br /&gt;A great job for a pumpkin to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why you’ll never see a pumpkin smile&lt;br /&gt;As wide as Mr Pumpkin-Head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-1317639826948382070?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1317639826948382070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=1317639826948382070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/1317639826948382070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/1317639826948382070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/11/mr-pumpkin-head.html' title='Mr Pumpkin-Head'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-3006986116282625262</id><published>2008-10-28T22:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:28:57.673Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birds'/><title type='text'>The Robin And Jack Frost</title><content type='html'>Jack Frost ran his frozen fingers gently over the ground&lt;br /&gt;Covering everything with glittering frost without making a sound&lt;br /&gt;A playful smile played across his blue lips&lt;br /&gt;As he stroked everything in sight with his finger tips&lt;br /&gt;And the little Robin on the roof of the shed&lt;br /&gt;Cleared his little throat, and said&lt;br /&gt;“You’re early this year, the Winter’s not here.”&lt;br /&gt;Jack Frost looked up, and with a nasty sneer&lt;br /&gt;He told the Robin to, “Go away,&lt;br /&gt;I’m having fun… Just let me play!”&lt;br /&gt;So all the Robin could do was sit, and sing&lt;br /&gt;He sang a song of the coming of Spring&lt;br /&gt;As though to remind dear Jack&lt;br /&gt;That despite his efforts the warmth would be back&lt;br /&gt;Jack Frost scowled and turned his head&lt;br /&gt;Away from the Robin, then he said&lt;br /&gt;“Spring will come in the end,&lt;br /&gt;But first comes Winter, my little friend.&lt;br /&gt;And if I choose to come now instead&lt;br /&gt;To freeze the Autumn flowers in their bed&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing you can do to stop me&lt;br /&gt;For Mother Nature knows, you see!&lt;br /&gt;When I come to play my ice game&lt;br /&gt;It’s because she called me here by name.&lt;br /&gt;So sing your song of Spring and heat,&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I’ll turn this rain to sleet.”&lt;br /&gt;And with an icy laugh and a happy bound&lt;br /&gt;Jack Frost sprang up from the glistening ground&lt;br /&gt;Then, with almost no effort at all,&lt;br /&gt;He sprang on top of the garden wall&lt;br /&gt;He somehow leaped on a passing cloud&lt;br /&gt;(From which his playful laughter was loud)&lt;br /&gt;Gently he caressed it’s misty form&lt;br /&gt;Turning the rain in to a hail storm&lt;br /&gt;The Robin flew off to find a dry place&lt;br /&gt;Where – he hoped – Jack wouldn’t show his face&lt;br /&gt;But deep down he knew that Jack would soon follow&lt;br /&gt;(He’d heard about Jack from his friend… The Swallow)&lt;br /&gt;He knew that Winter was on it’s way&lt;br /&gt;Which meant that Jack was free to play&lt;br /&gt;“It’s just a shame,” the Robin sighed,&lt;br /&gt;“That while he’s out we’re stuck inside.&lt;br /&gt;Why Mother Nature set him free&lt;br /&gt;This early is beyond me!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-3006986116282625262?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3006986116282625262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=3006986116282625262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/3006986116282625262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/3006986116282625262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/10/robin-and-jack-frost.html' title='The Robin And Jack Frost'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-1137119003546194635</id><published>2008-10-28T04:55:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-28T04:58:46.405Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samhain/Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn/Fall'/><title type='text'>Autumn</title><content type='html'>The wind is as cold as an ice cube&lt;br /&gt;Fresh from the freezer’s ice tray&lt;br /&gt;The sun pokes its head through the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Trying to chase the rain away&lt;br /&gt;And all the while the leaves are changing&lt;br /&gt;And falling to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Humans and animals scamper over them&lt;br /&gt;Making a small crunching sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of apples and pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;Fill the chilly air&lt;br /&gt;As excited little girls and boys&lt;br /&gt;Pick the Halloween costumes they’ll wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the day for trick-or-treating&lt;br /&gt;Will finally be here&lt;br /&gt;Bringing with it quite a mixture of feelings&lt;br /&gt;From happiness to fear&lt;br /&gt;For some just think that Halloween&lt;br /&gt;Is a chance for a little fun&lt;br /&gt;While others hold fast to the old ways&lt;br /&gt;And rituals are done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn is a season that&lt;br /&gt;Brings everyone such pleasure&lt;br /&gt;For Autumn is full of sights and smells&lt;br /&gt;That everyone can treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; © 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-1137119003546194635?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1137119003546194635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=1137119003546194635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/1137119003546194635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/1137119003546194635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/10/autumn.html' title='Autumn'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-3626595049144398734</id><published>2008-09-08T22:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:05:50.170+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunshine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Enjoy The Day</title><content type='html'>The day is almost over&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;For everyone in this world&lt;br /&gt;Must sometimes rest their head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream the sweetest dreams you can&lt;br /&gt;And when morning comes again&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the new day that dawns&lt;br /&gt;Be it filled with sun or rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it’s filled with sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Go out and catch some rays&lt;br /&gt;And remember how rare it is&lt;br /&gt;To get nice, sunny days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the rain is falling&lt;br /&gt;(Like it was today)&lt;br /&gt;Please try to remember&lt;br /&gt;You can still go out to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go splash in some puddles&lt;br /&gt;Get covered in mud and dirt&lt;br /&gt;(Just don’t go play in rain and mud&lt;br /&gt;Wearing your best shirt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the days you have left&lt;br /&gt;(Be they many or few)&lt;br /&gt;Treat each day as something&lt;br /&gt;To discover that’s brand new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And live each day like it’s your last&lt;br /&gt;(Though I hope it’s not)&lt;br /&gt;Because there’s no way of knowing&lt;br /&gt;How many more you’ve got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-3626595049144398734?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3626595049144398734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=3626595049144398734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/3626595049144398734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/3626595049144398734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/09/enjoy-day.html' title='Enjoy The Day'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-6651395230402545548</id><published>2008-09-08T21:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:22:47.493+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifts/Presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>"I Brought It Because..."</title><content type='html'>“I brought it because I love you,”&lt;br /&gt;That’s what he said&lt;br /&gt;As he handed me another gift&lt;br /&gt;And kissed my forehead&lt;br /&gt;“I brought it because I love you,&lt;br /&gt;And because you’re ill in bed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that he’d forgotten&lt;br /&gt;How to be this sweet&lt;br /&gt;(Not that I’m complaining mind,&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I think it’s neat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me if I knew he loved me&lt;br /&gt;And if I knew that he&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t ever want to find&lt;br /&gt;He had to live without me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called him a “soppy git,”&lt;br /&gt;And playfully pushed him away&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to show him that&lt;br /&gt;I love him most this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times, I must admit&lt;br /&gt;When he makes me really mad&lt;br /&gt;And even times, if truth be told&lt;br /&gt;When he makes me kinda sad&lt;br /&gt;But I know deep down he loves me&lt;br /&gt;And for that I'm really glad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-6651395230402545548?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6651395230402545548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=6651395230402545548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/6651395230402545548'/><link rel='self' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing'/><title type='text'>Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!</title><content type='html'>The little cars race around the track&lt;br /&gt;Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!&lt;br /&gt;The red car in front and the blue at the back&lt;br /&gt;Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!&lt;br /&gt;Their tires screech on the plastic track&lt;br /&gt;Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue finds a burst of speed from somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!&lt;br /&gt;He loses control, but he doesn’t care&lt;br /&gt;Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!&lt;br /&gt;Until he flies off the track and flies through the air&lt;br /&gt;Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red’s driver has a grin on his face&lt;br /&gt;Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!&lt;br /&gt;He finishes the lap and wins the race&lt;br /&gt;Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!&lt;br /&gt;And yellow scrapes a second place&lt;br /&gt;Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s all okay, ‘cause it’s just a game&lt;br /&gt;Nobody got hurt as they played&lt;br /&gt;No fuel was wasted, and even better than that&lt;br /&gt;No environmental damage was made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-3968046890468795703?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3968046890468795703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=3968046890468795703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/3968046890468795703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/3968046890468795703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/09/zoom-zoom-zoom.html' title='Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-7616182178496889362</id><published>2008-08-26T21:12:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:39:51.418+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>The Puddle</title><content type='html'>The rain had made a puddle&lt;br /&gt;It was both deep and wide&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if I should jump in&lt;br /&gt;But I could not decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there for a moment&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make up my mind&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly it was made up for me&lt;br /&gt;As I was pushed from behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the puddle I went with a *splash*&lt;br /&gt;(I was soaked right through to the skin)&lt;br /&gt;Then I turned to the person who pushed me&lt;br /&gt;And pulled the buggar in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-7616182178496889362?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7616182178496889362/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-966755706947659640</id><published>2008-08-26T18:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:52:21.742+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight'/><title type='text'>4 oz Makes 5 lbs</title><content type='html'>How does 4 oz of chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Turn in to 5 lbs of fat?&lt;br /&gt;How is that achieved?&lt;br /&gt;Can you answer me that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t make sense&lt;br /&gt;And it’s just plain wrong&lt;br /&gt;How can so little chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Make so much weight go on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; © 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-966755706947659640?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/966755706947659640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=966755706947659640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/966755706947659640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/966755706947659640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/08/4-oz-makes-5-lbs.html' title='4 oz Makes 5 lbs'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-8194404549099794823</id><published>2008-08-26T18:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:43:31.490+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>I Need A Doggy Translator</title><content type='html'>I need a doggy translator&lt;br /&gt;And I really need it soon&lt;br /&gt;So that I can know if&lt;br /&gt;He’s barking at a stranger or the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a doggy translator&lt;br /&gt;To tell me what he can not&lt;br /&gt;To tell me if there’s something wrong&lt;br /&gt;Or if he’s just a bit hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a doggy translator&lt;br /&gt;To translate each sound&lt;br /&gt;I need a doggy translator&lt;br /&gt;Do you know where one can be found?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-8194404549099794823?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8194404549099794823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=8194404549099794823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/8194404549099794823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/8194404549099794823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-need-doggy-translator.html' title='I Need A Doggy Translator'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-3649842734723707343</id><published>2008-08-26T18:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:31:58.626+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>There Once Was A Westie Named Kero</title><content type='html'>There once was a Westie named Kero&lt;br /&gt;Who’s Mamgu said he was her Hero&lt;br /&gt;He loved to go out&lt;br /&gt;And sniff all about&lt;br /&gt;Even when temps were below zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-3649842734723707343?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3649842734723707343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=3649842734723707343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/3649842734723707343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/3649842734723707343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/08/there-once-was-westie-named-kero.html' title='There Once Was A Westie Named Kero'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-763766757920788906</id><published>2008-08-22T21:41:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:30:19.300+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darkness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eyesight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><title type='text'>Embracing The Darkness And The Day</title><content type='html'>I let the darkness smother me&lt;br /&gt;What must be, after all, must be&lt;br /&gt;And as I embraced the eternal night&lt;br /&gt;I said, “goodbye,” to my friend – the light&lt;br /&gt;It felt like this was to be the end&lt;br /&gt;Never again would I see my friend&lt;br /&gt;And so I fell in to a dark despair&lt;br /&gt;How could I smile if my friend wasn’t there?&lt;br /&gt;How could things ever be okay?&lt;br /&gt;When I would never see the light of day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears flowed from my eyes like rain&lt;br /&gt;(Tears of frustration, fear and pain)&lt;br /&gt;What was the point of going on?&lt;br /&gt;When all that once was right was wrong!&lt;br /&gt;If only I could find a place&lt;br /&gt;Where I didn’t have to show my face&lt;br /&gt;Where I could be alone to cry&lt;br /&gt;(Or even better… Just to die!)&lt;br /&gt;I wished for something to release me&lt;br /&gt;From the world which I could not see&lt;br /&gt;But no place to hide or release came&lt;br /&gt;And the days kept passing just the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the day when – by a stroke of luck&lt;br /&gt;An idea was planted in my mind… and stuck!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I thought, things aren’t so bad&lt;br /&gt;If only I could stop feeling so sad&lt;br /&gt;Surely there must be some way&lt;br /&gt;To embrace both the darkness and the day&lt;br /&gt;So I searched high and low&lt;br /&gt;Until ideas began to flow&lt;br /&gt;And some friends from someplace very far&lt;br /&gt;(Friends who don’t know who they are)&lt;br /&gt;Through their words made me see&lt;br /&gt;That the only problem I had was me!&lt;br /&gt;And that – though things for me are tough&lt;br /&gt;I’d see (if I stopped sulking for long enough)&lt;br /&gt;That not only will things work out in time&lt;br /&gt;But that plenty of people have problems worse than mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; © 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-763766757920788906?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/763766757920788906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=763766757920788906' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/763766757920788906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/763766757920788906'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Counting Sheep</title><content type='html'>“Counting sheep will help you sleep”&lt;br /&gt;At least, that’s what they say&lt;br /&gt;But it didn’t work for me&lt;br /&gt;When I tried it yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mountain where I took my walk&lt;br /&gt;Was full of bleating sheep&lt;br /&gt;So I stopped to count them&lt;br /&gt;But I never fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-1375237949270583915?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1375237949270583915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=1375237949270583915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/1375237949270583915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/1375237949270583915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/08/counting-sheep.html' title='Counting Sheep'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-3018604821322695513</id><published>2008-08-21T21:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:19:37.035+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rainbows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darkness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fate'/><title type='text'>The Colours Of The Rainbow</title><content type='html'>The colours of the rainbow can be found throughout the land&lt;br /&gt;But since you seem to keep missing them, let me give you a hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that red car over there&lt;br /&gt;And the blue jacket on the chair&lt;br /&gt;Look at the orange ball in the green grass&lt;br /&gt;And the little girl in pink we’re about to pass&lt;br /&gt;Look at those yellow roses in bloom&lt;br /&gt;And the purple star on that white balloon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colours of the rainbow are everywhere, you know&lt;br /&gt;If you look then you will see them everywhere you go!&lt;br /&gt;Look at them while you have the chance&lt;br /&gt;Look properly… Don’t just glance&lt;br /&gt;Because one day it may be too late&lt;br /&gt;Just like with me, darkness may be your fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-3018604821322695513?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3018604821322695513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=3018604821322695513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/3018604821322695513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/3018604821322695513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/08/colours-of-rainbow.html' title='The Colours Of The Rainbow'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-652296769454067371</id><published>2008-08-21T20:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:48:58.089+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clouds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lonelyness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darkness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heartache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><title type='text'>Once Upon A Time</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, before the darkness came&lt;br /&gt;I looked for shapes in clouds as they floated by&lt;br /&gt;And smiled like everyone else smiles&lt;br /&gt;When I saw a clear blue sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, before the clouds disappeared&lt;br /&gt;Just staring at nature made me smile&lt;br /&gt;But now it’s so hard to be happy&lt;br /&gt;Even if it’s only for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, when I still knew how to laugh&lt;br /&gt;My family and memories were enough&lt;br /&gt;But now I feel something’s missing, but I don’t know what it is&lt;br /&gt;And finding it is scary… And it’s tough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, when things were still easy&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t feel so alone and so blue&lt;br /&gt;And now my heart is aching, and I’m sure that it’s breaking&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t know what it is that I should do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; © 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-652296769454067371?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/652296769454067371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=652296769454067371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/652296769454067371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/652296769454067371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/08/once-upon-time.html' title='Once Upon A Time'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-595216306547011388</id><published>2008-08-21T20:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:12:44.417+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Regrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><title type='text'>Dandelion</title><content type='html'>He stretched his petals right up to the sun&lt;br /&gt;And said to himself, “this is such fun!”&lt;br /&gt;But he wished as he saw all the people walk by&lt;br /&gt;That they’d stop for a moment… Just to say, “hi!”&lt;br /&gt;But nobody stopped, and Dandelion cried&lt;br /&gt;Then he looked away from the people and sighed&lt;br /&gt;He looked up at the sun in the sky above&lt;br /&gt;And wished for someone to give him some love&lt;br /&gt;But who could love a flower like Dandy?&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t smell pretty… His petals weren’t handy&lt;br /&gt;So what was poor Dandelion to do?&lt;br /&gt;How could he make his wish come true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people stopped passing as the sun went to bed&lt;br /&gt;But Dandelion couldn’t sleep… He had too much in his head&lt;br /&gt;It was almost midnight when he saw it shoot by&lt;br /&gt;A wishing star… Way up in the sky!&lt;br /&gt;Was he too late? He wasn’t quite sure&lt;br /&gt;But just in case he wished like he hadn’t before&lt;br /&gt;“I wish for a friend… Someone who’ll care,&lt;br /&gt;Someone who’d notice if I wasn’t there!”&lt;br /&gt;He wished it, and wished it, with all of his might&lt;br /&gt;Until the wishing star was out of sight&lt;br /&gt;Then he closed his eyes and slept&lt;br /&gt;(It was the first time all day he hadn’t wept).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When morning came he opened his eyes&lt;br /&gt;And there beside him – to his surprise&lt;br /&gt;Was a woman with a kindly face&lt;br /&gt;Moving him to a brand new place&lt;br /&gt;“You’ll sit right here,” she told him&lt;br /&gt;“Where people can see you when they come in!”&lt;br /&gt;And Dandy was happy, he smiled and he grew&lt;br /&gt;Months had passed before anyone knew&lt;br /&gt;And Dandelion grew big and tall&lt;br /&gt;Standing in front of that lady’s wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then one day a mean man came&lt;br /&gt;He knew Dandelion – he called him by name&lt;br /&gt;“Come with me Dandy,” he said with a smile&lt;br /&gt;“Come on lad… Just for a while.”&lt;br /&gt;Dandelion went with him, not knowing it was wrong&lt;br /&gt;Thinking he’d go back to the spot by the wall before long&lt;br /&gt;But the man had other ideas it would appear&lt;br /&gt;Because he threw poor Dandy in the bin with a sneer&lt;br /&gt;“You’ll never see daylight again my dear chap!”&lt;br /&gt;He said to poor Dandy as the lid closed with a snap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Dandy was trapped, and he started to cry&lt;br /&gt;As he asked himself “why? Oh why?&lt;br /&gt;Why did I come with this mean old guy?&lt;br /&gt;I was happy by the wall.  So why? Oh why?”&lt;br /&gt;He wished he’d stayed by the garden wall&lt;br /&gt;Where he could continue to grow really tall&lt;br /&gt;But wishing wouldn’t help… It was too late!&lt;br /&gt;And poor Dandelion had to accept his fate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the darkness closed upon him&lt;br /&gt;While he lay in the rubbish bin&lt;br /&gt;He heard the woman’s voice rise&lt;br /&gt;In a mixture of anger and surprise&lt;br /&gt;“Where’s my Dandelion?” She began to shout&lt;br /&gt;“He was right there when I went out!”&lt;br /&gt;The man told the woman that Dandy was gone&lt;br /&gt;And an argument began that went on, and on&lt;br /&gt;And Dandy wished as his life slipped away&lt;br /&gt;That he hadn’t left his spot by the wall that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-595216306547011388?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/595216306547011388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=595216306547011388' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/595216306547011388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/595216306547011388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/08/dandelion.html' title='Dandelion'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-8880591736636205469</id><published>2008-08-21T18:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T19:04:53.605+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Appearance'/><title type='text'>Why Is It So Important?</title><content type='html'>Why is it so important?&lt;br /&gt;Why do people care?&lt;br /&gt;It shouldn’t make a difference&lt;br /&gt;How you look, or what you wear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appearance shouldn’t be important&lt;br /&gt;But for some reason it is&lt;br /&gt;And looking “just perfect”&lt;br /&gt;Sends people in to a tizz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so important?&lt;br /&gt;Why does it bother them so?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I missed out on that lesson&lt;br /&gt;And now I’ll probably never know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; © 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-8880591736636205469?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8880591736636205469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=8880591736636205469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/8880591736636205469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/8880591736636205469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-is-it-so-important.html' title='Why Is It So Important?'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-469450052781418140</id><published>2008-08-21T18:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T18:53:38.689+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advice'/><title type='text'>Advice</title><content type='html'>It’s so easy to give advice&lt;br /&gt;When you’re not the one who needs it&lt;br /&gt;But taking advice is much harder&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure you will all admit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can give advice to anyone&lt;br /&gt;And you always think yours is best&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes time to take advice&lt;br /&gt;Your just as confused as the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-469450052781418140?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/469450052781418140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=469450052781418140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/469450052781418140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/469450052781418140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/08/advice.html' title='Advice'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-3633025486288472260</id><published>2008-07-29T02:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T02:13:45.734+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advice'/><title type='text'>Taking My Own Advice</title><content type='html'>It’s easy for me to tell you&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t let it worry you,”&lt;br /&gt;But taking my own advice&lt;br /&gt;Is much harder to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy for me to tell you&lt;br /&gt;“It’ll all turn out alright!”&lt;br /&gt;But it’s harder to listen to&lt;br /&gt;My own advice… Especially at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy for me to tell you&lt;br /&gt;What I think you should do now&lt;br /&gt;But taking my own advice&lt;br /&gt;Is much harder somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-3633025486288472260?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3633025486288472260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=3633025486288472260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/3633025486288472260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/3633025486288472260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/07/taking-my-own-advice.html' title='Taking My Own Advice'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-7220604529761603904</id><published>2008-07-29T01:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T02:02:35.240+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunshine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Mister Sunshine</title><content type='html'>Goodbye Mister Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;I’ve enjoyed knowing you&lt;br /&gt;Your presence made me smile sometimes&lt;br /&gt;When I was feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Mister Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;You’ve been a great friend&lt;br /&gt;But, the fun we’ve shared together&lt;br /&gt;Has now got to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night is here for me&lt;br /&gt;And though I’ll miss you so&lt;br /&gt;It’s time for me to say, “Goodbye,”&lt;br /&gt;As off to sleep I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-7220604529761603904?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7220604529761603904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=7220604529761603904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/7220604529761603904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/7220604529761603904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/07/goodbye-mister-sunshine.html' title='Goodbye Mister Sunshine'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-8688325303602785941</id><published>2008-07-29T01:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T01:41:50.087+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lonelyness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><title type='text'>When I Needed You</title><content type='html'>When I needed you to be there&lt;br /&gt;To hold my hand and help me through&lt;br /&gt;You told me you would be there&lt;br /&gt;But you weren’t… Where were you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I needed someone to hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;To help me to fight my fears&lt;br /&gt;I found myself all alone&lt;br /&gt;Also trying to fight back tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you needed me&lt;br /&gt;I rushed to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Because you are my friend&lt;br /&gt;And that’s what friends should do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’ve needed me, I’ve been there&lt;br /&gt;To help in any way I could&lt;br /&gt;But, when I needed you you didn’t come&lt;br /&gt;Though you promised that you would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, next time that you need me&lt;br /&gt;Don’t expect me to be free&lt;br /&gt;After all, why should I be there&lt;br /&gt;For someone who wasn’t there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-8688325303602785941?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8688325303602785941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=8688325303602785941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/8688325303602785941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/8688325303602785941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-i-needed-you.html' title='When I Needed You'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-1382025687366314302</id><published>2008-07-29T01:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T01:16:54.919+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Appearance'/><title type='text'>Appearance</title><content type='html'>Why do people care so much&lt;br /&gt;About the way they look?&lt;br /&gt;Why do they feel they have to be&lt;br /&gt;Like the people in a fashion book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never understood why&lt;br /&gt;Appearance matters so&lt;br /&gt;And yet people seem to drum it in&lt;br /&gt;To their children as they grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Comb your hair!”&lt;br /&gt;“Wash your face!”&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t get those clothes dirty!”&lt;br /&gt;“You’re a disgrace!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That makes you look fat!”&lt;br /&gt;“That shirt’s not you!”&lt;br /&gt;“Those shoes just don’t go!”&lt;br /&gt;“You don’t look right in blue!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it matter&lt;br /&gt;If you’re clothes aren’t all pressed?&lt;br /&gt;As long as you’re decent&lt;br /&gt;(As long as you’re dressed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-1382025687366314302?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1382025687366314302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=1382025687366314302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/1382025687366314302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/1382025687366314302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/07/appearance.html' title='Appearance'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-1803440614460184972</id><published>2008-07-29T01:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T01:37:36.125+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darkness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eyesight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><title type='text'>The Darkness Is Coming</title><content type='html'>The darkness is coming&lt;br /&gt;(It’s practically here)&lt;br /&gt;I can’t hide any longer&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to face my fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more will the sun rise&lt;br /&gt;For there is no more sun&lt;br /&gt;The eternal night is upon me&lt;br /&gt;And there’s nowhere to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-1803440614460184972?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1803440614460184972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=1803440614460184972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/1803440614460184972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/1803440614460184972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='The Darkness Is Coming'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-975420077287000681</id><published>2008-06-23T01:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T01:44:47.287+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn/Fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Whispering Wind</title><content type='html'>The wind whispered softly&lt;br /&gt;While the sun shone over head&lt;br /&gt;But you were making so much noise&lt;br /&gt;You couldn’t hear what it said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn’t hear the secrets&lt;br /&gt;That the wind whispered to me&lt;br /&gt;About how wonderful and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;The world around us can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’d only stop to listen&lt;br /&gt;You would have heard too&lt;br /&gt;And if you take the time to look&lt;br /&gt;You’ll realise that it’s true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit quietly in your garden&lt;br /&gt;Or on a mountain top nearby&lt;br /&gt;And listen to the wind’s whisper&lt;br /&gt;A whisper as soft as a sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to what it tells you&lt;br /&gt;And soon you’ll start to learn&lt;br /&gt;That there is so much to see and hear&lt;br /&gt;As the seasons turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Summer there’s the flowers&lt;br /&gt;And the songs the birds all sing&lt;br /&gt;In Autumn there’s the colourful leaves&lt;br /&gt;And the sounds and smells of harvesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Winter there’s the pure white snow&lt;br /&gt;And the crispness of frosty air&lt;br /&gt;Then comes Spring with new life&lt;br /&gt;Springing up everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s hard to find it&lt;br /&gt;In today’s hectic lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;But find some time to notice nature&lt;br /&gt;Every day… Just for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; © 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-975420077287000681?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/975420077287000681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=975420077287000681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/975420077287000681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/975420077287000681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/06/whispering-wind.html' title='Whispering Wind'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-1690032489104951625</id><published>2008-06-23T01:03:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:20:28.056+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunrise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunshine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darkness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Poem: The Sun</title><content type='html'>The sun’s been growing stronger&lt;br /&gt;And now the Summer Solstice is here&lt;br /&gt;The time when we have&lt;br /&gt;The shortest night of the year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more years than anyone knows&lt;br /&gt;Since mankind first walked the Earth&lt;br /&gt;The sun has been a symbol&lt;br /&gt;Of life and of rebirth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s light helps us see danger&lt;br /&gt;It’s warmth keeps frost at bay&lt;br /&gt;Mankind could not survive&lt;br /&gt;If the sun didn’t rise each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once the Summer Solstice ends&lt;br /&gt;The Sun will lose its strength&lt;br /&gt;The days will become shorter&lt;br /&gt;While the nights grow in length&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darkness is coming&lt;br /&gt;It’s not very far away&lt;br /&gt;You’ll see it creeping up on you&lt;br /&gt;A little more each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the Sun wont seem to shine&lt;br /&gt;The world will seem to be&lt;br /&gt;As dark as in the depths of&lt;br /&gt;The deepest, darkest sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-1690032489104951625?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1690032489104951625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=1690032489104951625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/1690032489104951625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/1690032489104951625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/06/sun.html' title='Poem: The Sun'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-5525244675476863671</id><published>2008-05-17T01:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T01:59:51.867+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colours'/><title type='text'>Colours</title><content type='html'>Do you see the green grass beneath your feet?&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the red postbox on the corner of the street?&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the white clouds up in the bright blue sky?&lt;br /&gt;Do you see that yellow car that just went zooming by?&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of colour&lt;br /&gt;You see it every single day&lt;br /&gt;But do you appreciate it enough&lt;br /&gt;To know what you’d miss if it went away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see that purple bike?&lt;br /&gt;And that little girl on her little pink trike?&lt;br /&gt;Do you see that big black dog?&lt;br /&gt;And the boy in blue on that brown log?&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of colour&lt;br /&gt;It’s everywhere you go&lt;br /&gt;But do you even notice it?&lt;br /&gt;If the colours changed, would you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see that orange ball?&lt;br /&gt;And did you notice that blue bird at all?&lt;br /&gt;Do you see that tree’s green leaves?&lt;br /&gt;And the golden cufflinks on that man’s shirt sleeves?&lt;br /&gt;If the colours all up and went&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what you would miss?&lt;br /&gt;I’m begging you, while you have the chance&lt;br /&gt;Take the time to think about this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; © 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-5525244675476863671?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5525244675476863671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=5525244675476863671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/5525244675476863671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/5525244675476863671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/05/colours.html' title='Colours'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-870694929797553688</id><published>2008-04-16T12:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T12:57:13.918+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears'/><title type='text'>You Can't</title><content type='html'>You keep saying you understand&lt;br /&gt;You keep saying you know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t&lt;br /&gt;You can’t know&lt;br /&gt;You can’t imagine the pain&lt;br /&gt;You can’t imagine the frustration&lt;br /&gt;You can’t imagine the amount of tears that fall&lt;br /&gt;Tears of sadness&lt;br /&gt;Tears of pain&lt;br /&gt;Tears of anger&lt;br /&gt;And tears of frustration&lt;br /&gt;But you can’t know&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you say&lt;br /&gt;You can’t understand&lt;br /&gt;Because you aren’t me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-870694929797553688?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/870694929797553688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=870694929797553688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/870694929797553688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/870694929797553688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-cant.html' title='You Can&apos;t'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-2185250174455586124</id><published>2008-04-16T12:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T12:46:56.798+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drowning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lonelyness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears'/><title type='text'>A Storm In My Heart</title><content type='html'>The sun is shining outside&lt;br /&gt;It’s warmth spreading across the land&lt;br /&gt;Rays of light and warmth creeping through the windows&lt;br /&gt;Warming the insides of our homes too&lt;br /&gt;But inside my heart it’s cold&lt;br /&gt;Inside my heart the sun can’t reach&lt;br /&gt;Because the pain I’m feeling&lt;br /&gt;Has blocked the sun’s light and warmth&lt;br /&gt;Tears fall from my eyes like rain drops&lt;br /&gt;As a storm rages in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I cry out because I’m drowning&lt;br /&gt;But nobody comes&lt;br /&gt;I’m alone in a storm&lt;br /&gt;A storm nobody else can see or hear&lt;br /&gt;A storm that will only end&lt;br /&gt;When you chase away the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Why wont you come and chase them away?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you leave me to drown in the tears?&lt;br /&gt;I need you to rescue me&lt;br /&gt;So I call out&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t come&lt;br /&gt;Nobody comes&lt;br /&gt;Nobody&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn’t anybody come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-2185250174455586124?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2185250174455586124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=2185250174455586124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/2185250174455586124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/2185250174455586124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/04/storm-in-my-heart.html' title='A Storm In My Heart'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-7820172545888129230</id><published>2008-04-02T14:23:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:38:13.498+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clouds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heartache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><title type='text'>Rain And Pain</title><content type='html'>While the rain falls from the grey clouds&lt;br /&gt;Spilling to the ground below&lt;br /&gt;Like a raging waterfall&lt;br /&gt;The tears flow just as freely from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Running down my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Like minuture replicas&lt;br /&gt;Mimicking the rain outside&lt;br /&gt;And my heart sits heavily in my chest&lt;br /&gt;Reminding me of the clouds above&lt;br /&gt;Heavy with pain&lt;br /&gt;Heavy with rain&lt;br /&gt;Full of emotion&lt;br /&gt;Full of water&lt;br /&gt;Water that flows freely&lt;br /&gt;But only when it can no longer be contained&lt;br /&gt;Only when the weight becomes too much&lt;br /&gt;Like the clouds in the sky&lt;br /&gt;And the river nearby&lt;br /&gt;I can only take so much&lt;br /&gt;Before the water has to flow&lt;br /&gt;Before the tears have to fall&lt;br /&gt;Before I fall to my knees&lt;br /&gt;And beg you… “Please!”&lt;br /&gt;Don’t hurt me again&lt;br /&gt;I’ve dealt with enough&lt;br /&gt;Why’s it so tough?&lt;br /&gt;Why’s life so unfair?&lt;br /&gt;What did I do to deserve the pain?&lt;br /&gt;So much pain…&lt;br /&gt;Why must there be so much pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-7820172545888129230?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7820172545888129230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=7820172545888129230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/7820172545888129230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/7820172545888129230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/04/rain-and-pain.html' title='Rain And Pain'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-6596278361410776943</id><published>2008-03-25T16:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-25T16:51:16.394Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teenagers'/><title type='text'>It’s Not Fair</title><content type='html'>It’s not fair… It’s not right&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn’t be feeling like this tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re just a child&lt;br /&gt;With a whole life to live&lt;br /&gt;Lessons to learn&lt;br /&gt;Love to receive and give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not fair… Why is fate so mean?&lt;br /&gt;Why must you suffer so? You’re still just a teen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; © 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-6596278361410776943?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6596278361410776943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=6596278361410776943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/6596278361410776943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/6596278361410776943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-not-fair.html' title='It’s Not Fair'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-754267222839020409</id><published>2008-02-03T15:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-03T15:29:16.295Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>My dreams help me through&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know what I’d do&lt;br /&gt;If I didn’t have them to cling to&lt;br /&gt;And the hope they might come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; © 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-754267222839020409?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/754267222839020409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=754267222839020409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/754267222839020409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/754267222839020409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/02/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-4618743915028953711</id><published>2008-02-03T00:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-03T00:34:11.313Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heartache'/><title type='text'>An Angel On Her Way To Earth</title><content type='html'>An angel on her way to Earth&lt;br /&gt;Had her path blocked by a flood&lt;br /&gt;And was carried far away&lt;br /&gt;By a river as red as blood&lt;br /&gt;That’s why the angel never came&lt;br /&gt;To make this Earth her home&lt;br /&gt;And why her mother has empty arms&lt;br /&gt;And cries when she’s alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; © 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-4618743915028953711?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4618743915028953711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=4618743915028953711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/4618743915028953711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/4618743915028953711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/02/angel-on-her-way-to-earth.html' title='An Angel On Her Way To Earth'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-970868319654887748</id><published>2008-01-31T07:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-31T08:21:21.893Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mythalogical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hobbits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dragons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fairies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pixies'/><title type='text'>Dragons, Fairies And Hobbits</title><content type='html'>Dragons, fairies, Pixies... Yes, and hobbits too&lt;br /&gt;They once existed… It must be true&lt;br /&gt;For story ideas come from what’s around&lt;br /&gt;A sight, a smell, or maybe a sound&lt;br /&gt;Story ideas don’t come from thin air&lt;br /&gt;There has to have been something there&lt;br /&gt;To set the ball rolling on the tale&lt;br /&gt;Like a glimps of the wee folk or a dragon’s tail&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps now they’re all dead and gone&lt;br /&gt;Extinct because evolution moved on&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe the reason they’ve all died out&lt;br /&gt;Was caused by a flood… Or, maybe a drout&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to send them away&lt;br /&gt;I stand by my comment, no matter what you say&lt;br /&gt;There may not be wee folk near&lt;br /&gt;But once they must have been here&lt;br /&gt;They may even still be hiding someplace&lt;br /&gt;Too scared of us humans to show their face&lt;br /&gt;That doesn’t matter, the point I want to make&lt;br /&gt;Is that I don’t think dragons and such are fake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; © 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-970868319654887748?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/970868319654887748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=970868319654887748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/970868319654887748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/970868319654887748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/01/dragons-fairies-and-hobbits.html' title='Dragons, Fairies And Hobbits'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-9005659642880813164</id><published>2008-01-31T07:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-04-02T15:04:33.078+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Storms'/><title type='text'>Storm</title><content type='html'>The wind howls, like a pack of wolves,&lt;br /&gt;And as the storm rages outside&lt;br /&gt;I curl up in my blanket, hot cocoa near by&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for the fact I’m inside&lt;br /&gt;With a warm, dry blanket&lt;br /&gt;In which I can hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-9005659642880813164?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/9005659642880813164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=9005659642880813164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/9005659642880813164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/9005659642880813164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/01/storm.html' title='Storm'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-2588607664272055737</id><published>2008-01-08T21:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:04:44.305Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Regrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>A Case Of Mistaken Identity</title><content type='html'>“Written on behalf of Kero”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two cats can look just the same&lt;br /&gt;Were you aware of that?&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t until I visited Mamgu&lt;br /&gt;And met her black cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks just like Sakura&lt;br /&gt;So I asked her to come play&lt;br /&gt;She said she didn’t want to&lt;br /&gt;But not in a nice way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spat at me, and scratched me&lt;br /&gt;So I decided I’d fight too&lt;br /&gt;After all, I’m a puppy dog&lt;br /&gt;And that’s what puppy dogs do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everyone got angry&lt;br /&gt;And I just don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;I only wanted to play with her&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t mean to make her cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought she was my pal&lt;br /&gt;And that she’d play with me&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know that Sakura&lt;br /&gt;Had a look-a-like named Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Mamgu, don’t be mad with me&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted a game of chase&lt;br /&gt;Like the games of chase I get to play&lt;br /&gt;With the cats that live at my place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; © 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-2588607664272055737?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2588607664272055737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=2588607664272055737' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/2588607664272055737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/2588607664272055737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/01/case-of-mistaken-identity.html' title='A Case Of Mistaken Identity'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-3486211544724446556</id><published>2008-01-08T21:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-08T21:42:01.802Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Curled Up In A Blanket</title><content type='html'>Curled up in a blanket&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of my bed&lt;br /&gt;All kinds of thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Buzzing around in my head&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts about the living&lt;br /&gt;And thoughts about the dead&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts about what I did&lt;br /&gt;And what I could have done instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curled up in a blanket&lt;br /&gt;Protected from the cold&lt;br /&gt;I think of all the things&lt;br /&gt;I’ve said or been told&lt;br /&gt;And wonder how much of it&lt;br /&gt;I’ll remember when I’m old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; © 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-3486211544724446556?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3486211544724446556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=3486211544724446556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/3486211544724446556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/3486211544724446556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/01/curled-up-in-blanket.html' title='Curled Up In A Blanket'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-8690361130080881511</id><published>2008-01-04T19:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-04T19:36:36.724Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heartache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>I Wasn’t Ready</title><content type='html'>Our time together was too short&lt;br /&gt;And now you’ve gone away&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I’m sitting here&lt;br /&gt;With a broken heart today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you annoyed me&lt;br /&gt;But I loved you so much that&lt;br /&gt;I could never stay mad at you&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart, Chance cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now you’ve gone and left me&lt;br /&gt;Before I was ready to let go&lt;br /&gt;And as time slips slowly by&lt;br /&gt;The pain in my heart seems to grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t ready, Chance cat&lt;br /&gt;To say, “Goodbye” to you&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t ready, Chance cat&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you were only two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-8690361130080881511?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8690361130080881511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=8690361130080881511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/8690361130080881511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/8690361130080881511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-wasnt-ready.html' title='I Wasn’t Ready'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-8890486816390195663</id><published>2008-01-04T19:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-04T19:25:42.877Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>New Year, New Hope</title><content type='html'>A new year started yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Bringing with it new hope&lt;br /&gt;And the strength that I need&lt;br /&gt;To help me to cope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories stand out clearly&lt;br /&gt;Sharp images burn in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things that happened&lt;br /&gt;In the year we just left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shake my head to free myself&lt;br /&gt;From the memories of last year&lt;br /&gt;Telling myself it’s over now&lt;br /&gt;And a new year full of hope is here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-8890486816390195663?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8890486816390195663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=8890486816390195663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/8890486816390195663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/8890486816390195663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-new-hope.html' title='New Year, New Hope'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-323776490440847866</id><published>2007-12-23T02:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-23T02:26:56.494Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Holiday Blessings</title><content type='html'>Whether you’re spending the holidays alone&lt;br /&gt;Or having friends and family visit your home&lt;br /&gt;I hope this season – and the year that’s to come&lt;br /&gt;Is filled with joy, laughter, and fun.&lt;br /&gt;May you and the people that you hold most dear&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed with good fortune throughout the coming year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-323776490440847866?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/323776490440847866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=323776490440847866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/323776490440847866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/323776490440847866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/12/holiday-blessings.html' title='Holiday Blessings'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-4611817208073160235</id><published>2007-12-23T02:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-23T02:11:50.300Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>The Little Girl</title><content type='html'>On the coldest day of the year,&lt;br /&gt;When the holiday season was here,&lt;br /&gt;A little girl walked down our street,&lt;br /&gt;No coat on her back, no shoes on her feet.&lt;br /&gt;She knocked on some doors, but was told to “go home”&lt;br /&gt;And the doors were slammed, leaving her out there – alone!&lt;br /&gt;So, I opened my door, and called in to the night,&lt;br /&gt;“Little girl, is everything alright?”&lt;br /&gt;She came over to me, and looked up in to my face,&lt;br /&gt;Then said, “I’m just trying to find some place&lt;br /&gt;Where I can be warm, and out of the snow.&lt;br /&gt;For I have no place of my own where I can go.”&lt;br /&gt;Her clothes were just rags, and she so thin,&lt;br /&gt;I knew I couldn’t just leave her and go back in.&lt;br /&gt;So, I told her to, “come inside.”&lt;br /&gt;Then sat her down by the fireside.&lt;br /&gt;I found her a blanket of thick red wool,&lt;br /&gt;Then gave her some food – until she was full.&lt;br /&gt;Then I tucked her up in a bed I had spare,&lt;br /&gt;And the very next morning, I found her still there.&lt;br /&gt;But her eyes never opened to see the morning light,&lt;br /&gt;For the night she spent with me was that child’s last night.&lt;br /&gt;She died in her sleep, and her death made me sad,&lt;br /&gt;But there was one thing for which I could be glad.&lt;br /&gt;Her last night on Earth was happy at least,&lt;br /&gt;She’d been nice and warm, and eaten a feast.&lt;br /&gt;I was glad I had brought her in to my home,&lt;br /&gt;So she wouldn’t leave this world hungry, cold and alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; © 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-4611817208073160235?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4611817208073160235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=4611817208073160235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/4611817208073160235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/4611817208073160235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/12/little-girl.html' title='The Little Girl'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-6011423344910754674</id><published>2007-12-23T01:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-23T01:11:38.059Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifts/Presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>‘Twas The Holiday Season</title><content type='html'>‘Twas the holiday season, and wherever I went&lt;br /&gt;Fistfulls of money were being spent&lt;br /&gt;On expensive presents for who knows who&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped up in paper of red, gold and blue.&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn’t help but wonder as I paid my own bill&lt;br /&gt;“Is the Christmas spirit inside people still?&lt;br /&gt;Do they buy those presents with the person in mind?&lt;br /&gt;Or do they just grab the first – and cheapest – thing they find?”&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t help feeling that the whole reason&lt;br /&gt;People were buying those presents this season&lt;br /&gt;And wrapping them up in red, gold and blue,&lt;br /&gt;Was so that their family would buy them some too.&lt;br /&gt;Do people still choose their presents with care?&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the person while they are there.&lt;br /&gt;Or have they stopped caring? Do they just say&lt;br /&gt;“This will do… It’ll have to anyway!”&lt;br /&gt;It’s become about money, not about thought&lt;br /&gt;Nor putting love in to what you’ve brought.&lt;br /&gt;It’s how many presents, not what you’ve got&lt;br /&gt;That matter to people now – It should not!&lt;br /&gt;What’s meant to matter – no matter your race&lt;br /&gt;Is that people brought something in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter if you have twelve things or two&lt;br /&gt;All that matters is that someone thought to buy for you.&lt;br /&gt;You should put thought in to what you pick out&lt;br /&gt;So the person it’s for will know you thought about&lt;br /&gt;The way they like to spend their waking hours&lt;br /&gt;Or the fact they like things covered in flowers.&lt;br /&gt;So while you’re picking your presents this year&lt;br /&gt;Pay attention to what I’ve written here&lt;br /&gt;Think about the person you’re buying for&lt;br /&gt;Because a present with thought behind it is worth so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; © 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-6011423344910754674?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6011423344910754674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=6011423344910754674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/6011423344910754674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/6011423344910754674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/12/twas-holiday-season.html' title='‘Twas The Holiday Season'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-8648375308449473787</id><published>2007-12-12T16:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-12T16:29:43.047Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>O, Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>O, Christmas tree,&lt;br /&gt;O, Christmas tree,&lt;br /&gt;Why aren’t there lights on your branches?&lt;br /&gt;O, Christmas tree,&lt;br /&gt;O, Christmas tree,&lt;br /&gt;Why aren’t there lights on your branches?&lt;br /&gt;I plugged you in, and turned you on,&lt;br /&gt;Why wont you work, is something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;O, Christmas tree,&lt;br /&gt;O, Christmas tree,&lt;br /&gt;Why aren’t there lights on your branches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-8648375308449473787?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8648375308449473787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=8648375308449473787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/8648375308449473787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/8648375308449473787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-christmas-tree.html' title='O, Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-9075285455119680074</id><published>2007-11-21T08:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:53:25.545+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darkness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eyesight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><title type='text'>Darkness</title><content type='html'>Darkness closes in&lt;br /&gt;Smothering me&lt;br /&gt;Covering me&lt;br /&gt;Hiding the world from view&lt;br /&gt;You try to tell me&lt;br /&gt;You understand&lt;br /&gt;But you can’t&lt;br /&gt;It’s not happening to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-9075285455119680074?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/9075285455119680074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=9075285455119680074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/9075285455119680074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/9075285455119680074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/11/darkness.html' title='Darkness'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-560590708949196264</id><published>2007-11-21T08:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-21T08:18:31.535Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn/Fall'/><title type='text'>Seasons Change</title><content type='html'>Autumn was bright&lt;br /&gt;And full of colours&lt;br /&gt;Yellow, orange and red&lt;br /&gt;But now Winter is near&lt;br /&gt;The colours are almost gone&lt;br /&gt;There are no leaves over head&lt;br /&gt;It’s getting darker&lt;br /&gt;It’s getting colder&lt;br /&gt;And we want to stay in bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out the window&lt;br /&gt;Do you see what I do?&lt;br /&gt;The seasons are changing&lt;br /&gt;Autumn’s almost through&lt;br /&gt;Winter is coming&lt;br /&gt;I swear it’s true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colours of Autumn&lt;br /&gt;Are starting to go&lt;br /&gt;Soon to be replaced&lt;br /&gt;With pure white snow&lt;br /&gt;Or the grey of the rain&lt;br /&gt;That always seems to flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in our houses&lt;br /&gt;Both day and night&lt;br /&gt;Candles and lamps&lt;br /&gt;We all will light&lt;br /&gt;To keep our houses&lt;br /&gt;And our spirits bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don’t be sad&lt;br /&gt;No, don’t be blue&lt;br /&gt;There’s no need to fret&lt;br /&gt;That Autumn’s almost through&lt;br /&gt;For Winter can be&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-560590708949196264?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/560590708949196264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=560590708949196264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/560590708949196264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/560590708949196264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/11/seasons-change.html' title='Seasons Change'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-5672075269570534852</id><published>2007-11-17T22:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-17T22:53:16.055Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><title type='text'>Jack Frost</title><content type='html'>Jack frost is knocking on my window&lt;br /&gt;Calling to me between the howls of the wind&lt;br /&gt;Tapping the glass with his icy fingers&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get me to let him in&lt;br /&gt;But inside I sit by the fire&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped in a blanket of wool&lt;br /&gt;Pretending that I don’t hear him&lt;br /&gt;Calling to me and tapping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone Jack Frost&lt;br /&gt;Let me be warm tonight&lt;br /&gt;By all means spread your cold outside&lt;br /&gt;But let me enjoy the fire’s warmth and light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-5672075269570534852?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5672075269570534852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=5672075269570534852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/5672075269570534852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/5672075269570534852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/11/jack-frost.html' title='Jack Frost'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-4357106330283548280</id><published>2007-11-16T03:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T03:24:20.767Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samhain/Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn/Fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Awesome Autumn</title><content type='html'>Red, orange, gold and brown&lt;br /&gt;Colourful leaves are falling down&lt;br /&gt;Forming a carpet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Covering the nuts the squirrels haven’t found&lt;br /&gt;That’s why Autumn is awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaves caught up in the wind fly by&lt;br /&gt;While we share apple cider and pumpkin pie&lt;br /&gt;Then, as the cold and darkness set in&lt;br /&gt;It’s time for us to go Trick-or-treatin’&lt;br /&gt;That’s why Autumn is Awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-4357106330283548280?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4357106330283548280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=4357106330283548280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/4357106330283548280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/4357106330283548280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/11/awesome-autumn.html' title='Awesome Autumn'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-7277863769440932779</id><published>2007-11-16T02:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T03:10:29.687Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eyesight'/><title type='text'>Jake</title><content type='html'>I remember a story about a lad&lt;br /&gt;His name was Jake, and his eyes were bad&lt;br /&gt;The story was about the way&lt;br /&gt;He did things throught his day&lt;br /&gt;And when the story had been read&lt;br /&gt;The teacher turned to us and said&lt;br /&gt;“I have a task for all of you,&lt;br /&gt;And here’s what I want you to do.&lt;br /&gt;Write about the way it would be&lt;br /&gt;If you were the one who could not see.”&lt;br /&gt;Then she looked to where I sat&lt;br /&gt;And said, “But don’t you do that.&lt;br /&gt;Since you already know how it would feel,&lt;br /&gt;I want your story to be real.”&lt;br /&gt;She told me to write how it is for me&lt;br /&gt;So my classmates could all see&lt;br /&gt;How things sometimes must be&lt;br /&gt;Adapted for those who can not see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was done, she read it out to&lt;br /&gt;Our class, and some others too&lt;br /&gt;Then she put it on display&lt;br /&gt;For the parents to read on parents’ day&lt;br /&gt;It was still there when I left the school&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess she thought it was cool&lt;br /&gt;I heard it stayed there for some time too&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t know if that is true&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it’s true, perhaps it’s not&lt;br /&gt;The answer to that, I haven’t got&lt;br /&gt;But, how proud she was of me&lt;br /&gt;For having the courage to write the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my mind wondered today&lt;br /&gt;I thought about the story from that day&lt;br /&gt;And how the story I wrote is now wrong&lt;br /&gt;Because what sight I had is gone&lt;br /&gt;Cruely snatched away from me&lt;br /&gt;Like I was told that it would be&lt;br /&gt;I’d hoped this day would not arrive&lt;br /&gt;And I would see the whole time I was alive&lt;br /&gt;But that was just another of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Like everything I’ve ever wanted, it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-7277863769440932779?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7277863769440932779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=7277863769440932779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/7277863769440932779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/7277863769440932779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/11/jake.html' title='Jake'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-8765181829790408235</id><published>2007-11-16T02:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T02:37:50.241Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lonelyness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>The Night Ticks By</title><content type='html'>The night ticks by so slowly&lt;br /&gt;As I lay in my bed&lt;br /&gt;So many confusing thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Buzzing about in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time moves so slowly&lt;br /&gt;And a tear falls from my eye&lt;br /&gt;I shake my head, and wipe it away&lt;br /&gt;Telling myself “There’s no need to cry!”&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it’s hard not to&lt;br /&gt;Because of all the things that I&lt;br /&gt;Think about while laying in bed&lt;br /&gt;Watching the night tick by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are true, and some are not&lt;br /&gt;And in the dark of night&lt;br /&gt;It’s sometimes hard to seporate&lt;br /&gt;What’s wrong, from what’s right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as the tear rolls down my cheek&lt;br /&gt;And I begin to cry&lt;br /&gt;One question is on my lips&lt;br /&gt;The question is “why?”&lt;br /&gt;Why am I laying here, wide awake&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of things that make me cry?&lt;br /&gt;When I should be sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Instead of watching the night tick by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-8765181829790408235?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8765181829790408235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=8765181829790408235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/8765181829790408235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/8765181829790408235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/11/night-ticks-by.html' title='The Night Ticks By'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-3375092449359237484</id><published>2007-11-16T02:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T02:20:55.032Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Words Wont Come</title><content type='html'>I try to writebut the words wont come&lt;br /&gt;They’re stuck somewhere inside&lt;br /&gt;I want to share my thoughtsand write down&lt;br /&gt;How I feel deep down inside&lt;br /&gt;But the words wont come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-3375092449359237484?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3375092449359237484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=3375092449359237484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Fluff And Stuff</title><content type='html'>Fluff and stuff in my home&lt;br /&gt;Curled up beside me so I'm not alone&lt;br /&gt;A fluffy white puppy, and a fluffy black cat&lt;br /&gt;Who make me feel special, and that is that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-3071521046271935551?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3071521046271935551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-8748353396274171532</id><published>2007-11-16T01:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T02:12:55.022Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>I Tried To...</title><content type='html'>I tried to put down in words&lt;br /&gt;How I feel right now&lt;br /&gt;But everything that I write down&lt;br /&gt;Seems wrong to me somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to seporate these feelings&lt;br /&gt;And give each one a name&lt;br /&gt;But somehow my attempts failed&lt;br /&gt;And each attempt seemed lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-8748353396274171532?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8748353396274171532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=8748353396274171532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/8748353396274171532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/8748353396274171532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-tried-to.html' title='I Tried To...'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-5993658266371702650</id><published>2007-09-01T23:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T23:37:22.395+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rainbows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Did You See A Rainbow?</title><content type='html'>Did you see a rainbow last time it rained?&lt;br /&gt;Or did you not even stop to look?&lt;br /&gt;Did you read a good novel while on a long trip?&lt;br /&gt;Or do you try never to read a book?&lt;br /&gt;Did you stop to listen to the birds sing their songs?&lt;br /&gt;Or did you have headphones in your ear?&lt;br /&gt;Did you stop to think of all the beauty in this world?&lt;br /&gt;Or do you wear blinkers throughout the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time it rains look for that rainbow way up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Pick up a good book whenever free time can be found&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the birds sing every chance you get&lt;br /&gt;Take those blinkers off and look around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-5993658266371702650?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5993658266371702650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=5993658266371702650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/5993658266371702650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/5993658266371702650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/09/did-you-see-rainbow.html' title='Did You See A Rainbow?'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-7554363285140943605</id><published>2007-09-01T23:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T23:42:13.077+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Do You Believe In Magic?</title><content type='html'>Do you believe in magic?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if you do&lt;br /&gt;I believe in magic&lt;br /&gt;How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic's all around us&lt;br /&gt;In everything we see&lt;br /&gt;It's in every living thing&lt;br /&gt;Even you and me&lt;br /&gt;It's in the air we breathe&lt;br /&gt;And the ground beneath our feet&lt;br /&gt;It's in every plant and flower&lt;br /&gt;And every stone on every street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in magic?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if you do&lt;br /&gt;I believe in magic&lt;br /&gt;How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and watch a flower bloom&lt;br /&gt;Or watch the sun shine bright&lt;br /&gt;See the leaves change colours&lt;br /&gt;And gaze up at the moon tonight&lt;br /&gt;Then tell me there's no magic&lt;br /&gt;In this world of ours&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you still don't see&lt;br /&gt;The world's magic powers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-7554363285140943605?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7554363285140943605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=7554363285140943605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/7554363285140943605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/7554363285140943605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/09/do-you-believe-in-magic.html' title='Do You Believe In Magic?'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-8081502979915680115</id><published>2007-09-01T22:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T23:03:08.766+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>Be it a day trip or a night out&lt;br /&gt;It's great to have your family about&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter where you go&lt;br /&gt;Because all you really need to know&lt;br /&gt;Is that you're family is with you&lt;br /&gt;Joining in with whatever you choose to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-8081502979915680115?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8081502979915680115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=8081502979915680115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/8081502979915680115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/8081502979915680115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/09/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-8850899213285846960</id><published>2007-08-26T18:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T19:07:42.076+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>People</title><content type='html'>People used to care&lt;br /&gt;People used to share&lt;br /&gt;People used to lend a hand&lt;br /&gt;People tried to understand&lt;br /&gt;Now they've gotten greedy&lt;br /&gt;Acting all needy&lt;br /&gt;Always taking, never giving&lt;br /&gt;Caring neither for the dead or living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to make the world&lt;br /&gt;So greedy, selfish and rotten?&lt;br /&gt;Why have all the old ways&lt;br /&gt;Been pushed aside and forgotten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-8850899213285846960?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8850899213285846960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=8850899213285846960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/8850899213285846960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/8850899213285846960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/08/people.html' title='People'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-5454584789745246579</id><published>2007-08-08T03:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T23:48:53.334+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><title type='text'>You Are Blessed</title><content type='html'>The night is here&lt;br /&gt;Darkness is near&lt;br /&gt;Now it is time to rest&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes, and know&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you go&lt;br /&gt;That you are truly blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach for all those far off stars&lt;br /&gt;That in your dreams don't seem so far&lt;br /&gt;And know that I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you are blessed eternally&lt;br /&gt;Because you mean the world to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-5454584789745246579?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5454584789745246579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=5454584789745246579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/5454584789745246579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/5454584789745246579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-are-blessed.html' title='You Are Blessed'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-5671617533789914006</id><published>2007-07-28T19:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:57:45.056+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happyness'/><title type='text'>Sleepy Wish</title><content type='html'>As I lay you down to sleep, I have one wish for you,&lt;br /&gt;My wish is for your happiness, no matter what you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-5671617533789914006?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5671617533789914006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=5671617533789914006' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/5671617533789914006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/5671617533789914006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/07/sleep-time-wish.html' title='Sleepy Wish'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-4339865404120928081</id><published>2007-07-02T23:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:18:39.446+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forgiveness'/><title type='text'>Forgiveness Couplet</title><content type='html'>Forgiveness is important, it makes the world seem bright&lt;br /&gt;Forgive your friends and tell them, that everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-4339865404120928081?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4339865404120928081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=4339865404120928081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/4339865404120928081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/4339865404120928081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/07/forgiveness-is-important-it-makes-world.html' title='Forgiveness Couplet'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-5857661702252372882</id><published>2007-07-01T15:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T15:09:33.100+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Rainy Canada Day Couplet</title><content type='html'>It's cold, it's wet, but what the hey!&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say... Happy Canada Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-5857661702252372882?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5857661702252372882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=5857661702252372882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/5857661702252372882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/5857661702252372882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/07/rainy-canada-day-couplet.html' title='Rainy Canada Day Couplet'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-5728780455459434666</id><published>2007-06-30T21:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T21:54:24.938+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>When flowers start growing, and birds start to sing&lt;br /&gt;That's when you'll know, it's finally Spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-5728780455459434666?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5728780455459434666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=5728780455459434666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/5728780455459434666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/5728780455459434666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-flowers-start-growing-and-birds.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-120776950878369723</id><published>2007-06-29T17:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T17:13:42.146+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunshine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Sun, Rain, Sun</title><content type='html'>Sun, rain, sun&lt;br /&gt;Please pick one&lt;br /&gt;This isn’t fun&lt;br /&gt;Sun, rain, sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-120776950878369723?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/120776950878369723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=120776950878369723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/120776950878369723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/120776950878369723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/06/sun-rain-sun.html' title='Sun, Rain, Sun'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-8245048404217395957</id><published>2007-06-29T17:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T17:03:53.276+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Drippy, Red Noses</title><content type='html'>Dripping noses&lt;br /&gt;Sneezing day and night&lt;br /&gt;Red and sore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid nose&lt;br /&gt;Stop all the dripping&lt;br /&gt;I hate colds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-8245048404217395957?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8245048404217395957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=8245048404217395957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/8245048404217395957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/8245048404217395957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/06/drippy-red-noses.html' title='Drippy, Red Noses'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-5728705184661918007</id><published>2007-06-29T16:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T16:42:50.850+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Nonsensical Dribble</title><content type='html'>Nonsensical dribble all over my blog&lt;br /&gt;Ranting and ramblings of mine&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration to fellow bloggers&lt;br /&gt;As they read it, time after time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-5728705184661918007?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5728705184661918007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=5728705184661918007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/5728705184661918007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/5728705184661918007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/06/nonsensical-dribble.html' title='Nonsensical Dribble'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-8119897025662096255</id><published>2007-06-15T01:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T02:05:05.971+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heartache'/><title type='text'>Soon</title><content type='html'>Time goes so slowly when your heart aches&lt;br /&gt;And ‘soon’ just takes too long to come&lt;br /&gt;Every seconds seems so long when you’re in pain&lt;br /&gt;And all you do is wonder what you’ve done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-8119897025662096255?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8119897025662096255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=8119897025662096255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/8119897025662096255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/8119897025662096255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/06/soon.html' title='Soon'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-5500422656177936335</id><published>2007-06-15T01:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T02:07:22.585+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Longing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heartache'/><title type='text'>Baby Of My Own</title><content type='html'>Every day I watch the folks around me&lt;br /&gt;Pushing babies in prams of every kind&lt;br /&gt;I smile and say, “Hello” like Mami told me&lt;br /&gt;And try to hide what’s inside my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years now I’ve been trying for my baby&lt;br /&gt;While watching other people with their own&lt;br /&gt;Wishing every second that the day would come&lt;br /&gt;When I will have a baby to bring home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every waking moment all I do is wonder&lt;br /&gt;What I would be doing at this time&lt;br /&gt;If my wish had come true and I had&lt;br /&gt;A little baby that I could call mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every time I hear that someone else has&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I’d give anything to get&lt;br /&gt;I smile and say, “Congratulations” to them&lt;br /&gt;While inside I’m as hurt as I can get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t I have the baby that I long for?&lt;br /&gt;What is it that I am doing wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says, “The day will come real soon.”&lt;br /&gt;But ‘soon’ for me is taking much too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I watch the folks in town pass by me&lt;br /&gt;Rushing to get their babies home&lt;br /&gt;I’ll try and hide the tears that want to flow so freely&lt;br /&gt;While I wish I had a baby of my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-5500422656177936335?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5500422656177936335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=5500422656177936335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/5500422656177936335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/5500422656177936335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/06/baby-of-my-own.html' title='Baby Of My Own'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-2933454930563484017</id><published>2007-06-15T01:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T01:42:34.893+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hamsters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Butterscotch Pudding</title><content type='html'>Butterscotch Pudding, is usually a treat&lt;br /&gt;Something very tasty that is great to eat&lt;br /&gt;But, Butterscotch Pudding is also something more&lt;br /&gt;In this case, a hamster, whom I adore&lt;br /&gt;Butterscotch Pudding was as sweet as her name&lt;br /&gt;Though sometimes she would nip a bit, just as a game.&lt;br /&gt;A cute little hamster who knew her own mind.&lt;br /&gt;When she left this world, she left so many memories behind.&lt;br /&gt;I remember her well, and I know I always will&lt;br /&gt;She was my baby, and to me she is still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-2933454930563484017?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2933454930563484017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=2933454930563484017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/2933454930563484017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/2933454930563484017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/06/butterscotch-pudding.html' title='Butterscotch Pudding'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-6870808248011891748</id><published>2007-06-15T01:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T01:33:58.855+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hamsters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Hamlet De Hammie</title><content type='html'>Hamlet De Hammie, my little rodent friend.&lt;br /&gt;So friendly, so loving, right up to the end..&lt;br /&gt;I miss his, from the whiskers, on his little pink nose&lt;br /&gt;To the very tips, of his little pink toes.&lt;br /&gt;A loyal little rodent, always happy to see you.&lt;br /&gt;He never bit, he never scratched, for that wouldn’t do.&lt;br /&gt;No, Hamlet De Hammie, my little rodent friend.&lt;br /&gt;Was the kind of hamster, upon whom you could depend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-6870808248011891748?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6870808248011891748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=6870808248011891748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/6870808248011891748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/6870808248011891748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/06/hamlet-de-hammie.html' title='Hamlet De Hammie'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-3354283132782145427</id><published>2007-06-15T01:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T01:21:05.028+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heartache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Black And Gold Angels</title><content type='html'>It feels like only yesterday, but it’s been a year&lt;br /&gt;Since my black and gold angels, were with me right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell me to forget about&lt;br /&gt;What it was like to take them out&lt;br /&gt;But, though they’re gone, I wont let&lt;br /&gt;Myself just simply forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wounds inside my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;Are healing.  I’m becoming whole.&lt;br /&gt;But, the wounds will never fully heal, you know?&lt;br /&gt;Because my angels had to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-3354283132782145427?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3354283132782145427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=3354283132782145427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/3354283132782145427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/3354283132782145427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/06/black-and-gold-angels.html' title='Black And Gold Angels'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-6949571040603375348</id><published>2007-06-15T01:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T01:08:43.275+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heartache'/><title type='text'>How Can I Explain</title><content type='html'>How can I explain&lt;br /&gt;The emptiness and pain?&lt;br /&gt;And all the other things that I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;How can I make you know&lt;br /&gt;The heartache and sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;So you can understand why I cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-6949571040603375348?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6949571040603375348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=6949571040603375348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/6949571040603375348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/6949571040603375348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-can-i-explain.html' title='How Can I Explain'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-5025755464471196508</id><published>2007-06-15T00:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T01:09:08.043+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heartache'/><title type='text'>Hmmm…</title><content type='html'>Waiting… Wondering…&lt;br /&gt;Thinking… Pondering…&lt;br /&gt;But, no answer can be found&lt;br /&gt;Pacing… Sighing…&lt;br /&gt;Realising… Crying…&lt;br /&gt;And slumping to the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-5025755464471196508?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5025755464471196508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=5025755464471196508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/5025755464471196508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/5025755464471196508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/06/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm…'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-3449823218808724077</id><published>2007-06-15T00:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T00:57:40.809+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight'/><title type='text'>Weight Watcher</title><content type='html'>I’m a weight watcher, but I’m not on their diet&lt;br /&gt;Although - at the start - I did try it&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m doing things my way&lt;br /&gt;And watching these pounds slowly slip away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-3449823218808724077?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3449823218808724077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=3449823218808724077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/3449823218808724077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/3449823218808724077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/06/weight-watcher.html' title='Weight Watcher'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-1605666525763380297</id><published>2007-06-15T00:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T00:52:46.413+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>The Grammatical Stream</title><content type='html'>I wish I could sleep&lt;br /&gt;And peacefully dream&lt;br /&gt;But ideas are flowing&lt;br /&gt;Like a grammatical stream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raging rivers of thought&lt;br /&gt;Are rushing around&lt;br /&gt;But the right order to put them in&lt;br /&gt;Just can’t be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-1605666525763380297?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1605666525763380297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=1605666525763380297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/1605666525763380297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/1605666525763380297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/06/grammatical-stream.html' title='The Grammatical Stream'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-7810468921931968827</id><published>2007-06-15T00:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T02:06:22.875+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Potty Wee Potter</title><content type='html'>Potty wee Potter, and all of his friends&lt;br /&gt;Come close to meeting, very sticky ends&lt;br /&gt;But, somehow, they manage to survive&lt;br /&gt;How much longer though, can they stay alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-7810468921931968827?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7810468921931968827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=7810468921931968827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/7810468921931968827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/7810468921931968827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/06/potty-wee-potter.html' title='Potty Wee Potter'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-1813110856177788913</id><published>2007-01-10T01:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-10T01:09:30.039Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Regrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fate'/><title type='text'>Greedy</title><content type='html'>Greedy, so greedy, we humans all are&lt;br /&gt;Thinking possession will take us far&lt;br /&gt;Wanting what everyone else has, and yet&lt;br /&gt;Not needing half of the things that we get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greedy, so greedy, don’t deny that it’s true&lt;br /&gt;It’s true about me and about you too&lt;br /&gt;What ever we see as we go through our day&lt;br /&gt;We ‘have to have it’ and so we all say&lt;br /&gt;“I need it, I need it.  I swear it’s not greed!&lt;br /&gt;It’s something I must have.  It’s something I need!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tell me, now come on, tell me I ask&lt;br /&gt;As you go about each day and each task&lt;br /&gt;How many of those things that you’ve got&lt;br /&gt;Do you tend to use at all or a lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought so, you see, even you can’t deny&lt;br /&gt;That the fact that you needed it was a lie&lt;br /&gt;You wanted it just because “them next door”&lt;br /&gt;Brought one just like it the other day at the store&lt;br /&gt;And that, yes, that T.V. in the corner there&lt;br /&gt;The one at which you sit day and night and stare&lt;br /&gt;Why did you feel that you needed that then?&lt;br /&gt;When you could have fun with a paper and pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, humans are greedy, we think we need stuff&lt;br /&gt;And nowadays a simple book just isn’t enough&lt;br /&gt;We used to be happy to just sit and talk&lt;br /&gt;And go with our friends for a nice little walk&lt;br /&gt;But now the world’s greedy and nobody can see&lt;br /&gt;That one day there’ll be nothing for you or for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-1813110856177788913?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1813110856177788913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=1813110856177788913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/1813110856177788913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/1813110856177788913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/01/greedy.html' title='Greedy'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-2108508313411220393</id><published>2007-01-07T23:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-09T23:11:56.209Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><title type='text'>Mid-Winter Musings</title><content type='html'>The Sun has been reborn&lt;br /&gt;And he's growing stronger&lt;br /&gt;The days will soon begin&lt;br /&gt;To become much longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, just remember that&lt;br /&gt;Though it's dark and cold&lt;br /&gt;Even in mid-winter&lt;br /&gt;There is beauty to behold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although nature slumbers&lt;br /&gt;And almost nothing's green&lt;br /&gt;There are still many&lt;br /&gt;Great wonders to be seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the very fact&lt;br /&gt;That nature will soon grow&lt;br /&gt;Is a wonderous thing&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, don't be glum&lt;br /&gt;And don't be blue&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that&lt;br /&gt;Winter is beautiful too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-2108508313411220393?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-2930231625859996611</id><published>2007-01-06T21:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-06T21:22:55.249Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Thoughts For A New Year</title><content type='html'>Another year has been and gone&lt;br /&gt;How was last year for you?&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't already, then stop&lt;br /&gt;And think about it for a moment or two&lt;br /&gt;Was your year a happy one?&lt;br /&gt;Or was it filled with pain?&lt;br /&gt;What would you have changed&lt;br /&gt;If you could live that year again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what I would change&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure that you'll agree&lt;br /&gt;I'd change the way I looked at things&lt;br /&gt;So that I would be able to really see&lt;br /&gt;The things I have in this world&lt;br /&gt;The smiles of those who I love&lt;br /&gt;And all the beauty around me&lt;br /&gt;From the earth to the sky high above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that this year's over&lt;br /&gt;And another one's on it's way&lt;br /&gt;Start thinking how you can&lt;br /&gt;Learn to seize the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-2930231625859996611?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2930231625859996611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=2930231625859996611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/2930231625859996611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/2930231625859996611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/01/thoughts-for-new-year.html' title='Thoughts For A New Year'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-3453236877507042360</id><published>2007-01-06T21:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-06T21:14:16.992Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Streams</title><content type='html'>Music, music, music...&lt;br /&gt;That's what we like&lt;br /&gt;So, play some music&lt;br /&gt;Then open your mic&lt;br /&gt;And tell us who you are&lt;br /&gt;And if you're about&lt;br /&gt;When it's not your slot&lt;br /&gt;Come join us and&lt;br /&gt;Listen to us lot&lt;br /&gt;We're all friends - near and far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-3453236877507042360?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3453236877507042360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=3453236877507042360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/3453236877507042360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/3453236877507042360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/01/streams.html' title='Streams'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-4703553396713445605</id><published>2007-01-06T21:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-19T08:35:39.002Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lies'/><title type='text'>Lies In Disguise</title><content type='html'>Too many people&lt;br /&gt;Keep on telling lies&lt;br /&gt;Too many people&lt;br /&gt;Always wear a disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the lies?&lt;br /&gt;Why not tell me&lt;br /&gt;The truth about&lt;br /&gt;Who you are really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many people&lt;br /&gt;Think you can't tell&lt;br /&gt;So, they keep lying&lt;br /&gt;Thinking it's all going well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lies can't be&lt;br /&gt;Disguised you know&lt;br /&gt;Eventually from beneath&lt;br /&gt;The truth will show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-4703553396713445605?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4703553396713445605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=4703553396713445605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/4703553396713445605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/4703553396713445605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/01/lies-in-disguise.html' title='Lies In Disguise'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-1806396769772022718</id><published>2007-01-06T21:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-06T21:05:48.795Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><title type='text'>Stop The Rain</title><content type='html'>Drip, drop, drip... Here comes the rain&lt;br /&gt;Drip, drop, drip... Here it comes again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why wont the sun shine?&lt;br /&gt;Why wont the snow fall?&lt;br /&gt;Why wont the rain stop?&lt;br /&gt;I don't like this weather at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drip, drop, drip... Here comes the rain&lt;br /&gt;Drip, drop, drip... Here it comes again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-1806396769772022718?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1806396769772022718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=1806396769772022718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/1806396769772022718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/1806396769772022718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2007/01/stop-rain.html' title='Stop The Rain'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-3287823315524606965</id><published>2006-12-24T13:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:15:01.499+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wales/Welsh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hamsters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>The Night Before Christmas</title><content type='html'>'Twas the night before Christmas and all through my flat&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was stirring, not one hamster or cat&lt;br /&gt;The cages and litter boxes all had been cleaned&lt;br /&gt;And the house had been tidied and scrubbed 'til it gleamed&lt;br /&gt;And with the stockings all laid out on the table with care&lt;br /&gt;(They are safest from the animals up there)&lt;br /&gt;My pup was curled up on the foot of my bed&lt;br /&gt;With visions of milkbones and bonios in his head&lt;br /&gt;And I in my pjs and hubby in his too&lt;br /&gt;Were cuddled up together in a blanket of blue&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed of the gifts that were under my tree&lt;br /&gt;And what might be wrapped up among them for me&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed of the man that they call St Nick&lt;br /&gt;As he went from house to house... so nimble and quick&lt;br /&gt;And as he and his reindeer flew out of sight&lt;br /&gt;He called out to one and all "Merry Christmas and good night!"&lt;br /&gt;Then he exclaimed to the Welsh folks like me&lt;br /&gt;"Nadolig llawen a nos da i chi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2006 - Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-3287823315524606965?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3287823315524606965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=3287823315524606965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/3287823315524606965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/3287823315524606965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2006/12/night-before-christmas.html' title='The Night Before Christmas'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-943475176738179984</id><published>2006-12-17T08:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:27:58.619+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>'Twas The Night Before Yule</title><content type='html'>'Twas the night before Yule and all through the place&lt;br /&gt;A happy glow lit up each and every face&lt;br /&gt;The tree 'twas decorated and looked really neat&lt;br /&gt;And the cookies were ready for everyone to eat&lt;br /&gt;When out in the yard there arose such a clatter&lt;br /&gt;So we ran to the door to see what was the matter&lt;br /&gt;And there we beheld in our torch's dim glow&lt;br /&gt;A strange shape coming towards us in the thick snow&lt;br /&gt;We gasped and were almost ready to flee&lt;br /&gt;When my youngest child gave a shout of "Dadi!"&lt;br /&gt;And sure enough as he came closer I realised&lt;br /&gt;'Twas indeed my hubby whom the snow had disguised&lt;br /&gt;He was heading towards us with an object in tow&lt;br /&gt;And my children ran to meet him, their faces a glow&lt;br /&gt;"Dad's got the Yule log" my eldest child said&lt;br /&gt;"We can get it ready before we go to bed!"&lt;br /&gt;So we helped him inside and as a family we all&lt;br /&gt;Decorated the Yule log and put mistletoe in the hall&lt;br /&gt;Then I exclaimed to my children three&lt;br /&gt;"'Tis time for the Wassail ceremony!"&lt;br /&gt;Then with the preparations all done&lt;br /&gt;Each child said "goodnight" to everyone&lt;br /&gt;For the morning would come sooner they knew&lt;br /&gt;If they went to bed like we said they should do&lt;br /&gt;And while they slept my hubby and me&lt;br /&gt;Would have a little ceremony&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate the sun's rebirth&lt;br /&gt;And another full cycle of our great Earth&lt;br /&gt;And when the morning arrived they knew&lt;br /&gt;They would get a present - or two!&lt;br /&gt;While we sat together with our Yule log lit&lt;br /&gt;Basking in the warmth and bright glow from it&lt;br /&gt;And we'd eat dinner, drink and have fun&lt;br /&gt;While as a family we'd celebrate the rebirth of the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2006 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-943475176738179984?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/943475176738179984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=943475176738179984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/943475176738179984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/943475176738179984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2006/12/twas-night-before-yule.html' title='&apos;Twas The Night Before Yule'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-724736487022865566.post-3891181678272077814</id><published>2006-12-14T22:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-04-02T15:19:54.055+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>The Story Of Nick</title><content type='html'>Once there was a man named Nick&lt;br /&gt;Who loved every girl and boy&lt;br /&gt;He loved to see them smiling&lt;br /&gt;So he made them each a toy&lt;br /&gt;And because their happy faces&lt;br /&gt;Filled him with such joy&lt;br /&gt;He made up his mind that&lt;br /&gt;He would make them more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So every year he made those toys&lt;br /&gt;And Nick he would hand&lt;br /&gt;Them out to every little child&lt;br /&gt;Across the vast land&lt;br /&gt;And soon he got some helpers&lt;br /&gt;What a merry little band&lt;br /&gt;And on the night of Christmas eve&lt;br /&gt;They'd have toys galore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soon Nick began to grow&lt;br /&gt;Old and weak and tired&lt;br /&gt;So many more helpers&lt;br /&gt;Nick went and hired&lt;br /&gt;But not one of his old ones&lt;br /&gt;Ever got fired&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Nick would never&lt;br /&gt;Kick them out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon Nick became known through the world&lt;br /&gt;With many a different name&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what he was called&lt;br /&gt;Each name meant the same&lt;br /&gt;For Nick had - through kindness - earned&lt;br /&gt;Himself immortal fame&lt;br /&gt;And he was a man whom all mankind&lt;br /&gt;Would grow up to adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon people got Nick's message&lt;br /&gt;And they started to agree&lt;br /&gt;That a gift from a loved one&lt;br /&gt;Would make anyone happy&lt;br /&gt;And Christmas was born&lt;br /&gt;And it was so merry&lt;br /&gt;And nobody was greedy&lt;br /&gt;Or asked for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we carry on Nick's teachings&lt;br /&gt;Or at least we try&lt;br /&gt;Of how easy it is to make someone&lt;br /&gt;Smile instead of cry&lt;br /&gt;And of how to say "thank you"&lt;br /&gt;Without needing to ask why&lt;br /&gt;And how a little love can make&lt;br /&gt;Someones spirit's soar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you see your gifts beneath&lt;br /&gt;The tree on Christmas morn&lt;br /&gt;Remember how it was that&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day was born&lt;br /&gt;'Twas from the heart of one man&lt;br /&gt;Who's clothes were rather worn&lt;br /&gt;A man who loved to see a child smile&lt;br /&gt;That's all he asked for... nothing more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was this man called Nick?&lt;br /&gt;Is he still around? Is his story true?&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll let you decide that one&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll leave it up to you&lt;br /&gt;But I'll tell you this much I know&lt;br /&gt;We call him Father Christmas and Santa too&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me what the answers are&lt;br /&gt;To the questions I asked before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just one more thing before I go&lt;br /&gt;There's something I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I want you to have a very&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2006 ~ Tori Zigler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/724736487022865566-3891181678272077814?l=torispoetryspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3891181678272077814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=724736487022865566&amp;postID=3891181678272077814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/3891181678272077814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/724736487022865566/posts/default/3891181678272077814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torispoetryspot.blogspot.com/2006/12/story-of-nick.html' title='The Story Of Nick'/><author><name>Toriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965005679599352165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo4uGpC0_0Y/TmVbPL0NoHI/AAAAAAAAEvw/Q0hj6PuoUVc/s220/Kero%2Bsitting%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%252C%2Bwaves%2Bcrashing%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfar%2Bdistance.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
