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Veronica Doig - Status: Member
- Angsty Poet
- Female/Australia
- Offline for 11h 11m 19s
- Deviant since Aug 19, 2005, 10:11 PM
- 29 Deviations
- 3 Scraps [browse]
- 56 Deviation Comments
- 29 Deviant Comments
- 3 Forum Posts
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Recent Deviations
BreachedBreachedBreached
How can one reclaim a dream? Is there a glue, That can join hope’s broken shards? I was being brave, I was holding my head high. My hope was in Jesus, My smile for Him alone, Someone dared enter This intimate universe, And stole my smile. The fragile hope I held In my hands, Shaking with timidity Above a void of despair. He unbalanced this beautiful crystal, Which fell into a confusion of splinters. Simple truths vanish from their home In the solidarity of my heart. Who am I? Regality falls from my shoul
in Fixed on 6/30/08
MumMUMMum
Childhood memories, Like a collage Of formless Shapes Carefully glued With parental love
Where least secure. Awkward, in sticky mire Of dependencies, While navigating That obstacle course Of geometric complexities: Where Shape sides meet. Defined not by lines… Colour-coded experiences. Bright hues, bands
In the rainbow of youth. One Shape was your face: A bright colour were you.
Bright, bright as a sun Colouring my experiences. Sometimes hidden… Your absence, a night That would
in Fixed on 6/30/08
Bird of the Sky, Flower of....Bird of the Sky, Flower of the Field.Bird of the Sky, Flower of....
My soul is a fugitive, An exile from this world. Caught above the earth But beneath the heavens. There are many flowers— Open, searching souls—
Below me: Soft receptacles on which My tired heart could alight. Their petals would close, And I would be earth-bound. Within my living palace, I would be queen. My life bathed In the perfume of spousal love, My soul caressed With soft petal-like comforts.
The desire of my heart Is not to descend, But to ever rise up &nbs
in Fixed on 6/30/08
"God's Love"GOD’S LOVE"God's Love"
I am a bad child, Father Look, I have fallen My hands bear the mud That now soils my soul.
You know me intimately, You see my sin. My hard heart softens Under your merciful gaze.
I see sorrow in Your eyes. As I trail fresh tears Up Your beautiful face I realise they are not the first.
Anguish is gathered on Your brow, Like storm clouds, they persist I see the rain trickle down Your face… In Your eyes, the mist.
Oh how I have grieved You! The pain that inhabits Your face…
in Fixed on 9/14/07
Favourites
In StarlightTo search for answers in the sky To gaze the stars and wonder why As if my soul could climb, could fly Up to the clouds above.In Starlight
To ask and wait so answer-less To wade about in earthly mess Where all I seek is Heaven's rest And heavenly, to love.
To lie in wait beneath the sun From day that starts to day that's done To feel alone- the only one Is something I could prove.
So find me where I rest so long And sing to me of Heaven's song Beneath this sky I sense no wrong 'Neath stars that blink and move.
by =christians
Recent Watchers
That's something that hasn't changed over the last year! And I'm quite glad of it! I've been kissed by a seal before, though...smelt like fish...Devious Information
- Emailveronicamarydoig@hotmail.com
- MSNveronicamarydoig@hotmail.com
- Current Age: 19
- Current Residence: Brisbane
- Interests: Uni, music, dancing, talking (a lot) to friends
- Favourite movie: The 6th sense, Forrest Gump, Anna and the King, the Passion of the Christ, etc.
- Favourite band or musician: none
- Favourite genre of music: anything that sounds nice
- Favourite artist: not sure
- Favourite poet or writer: Haven't read enough to know.
- Favourite photographer: Hmmm....
- Favourite style of art: My favourite styles are those that appeal to me.
- Operating System: What's an operating system?
- MP3 player of choice: All I know is that I have a little white one.
- Shell of choice: I am neither a snail nor a mollusk.
- Wallpaper of choice: Never had wallpaper. (If this is computer jargon...I'm completey lost).
- Skin of choice: Are we talking skin skin or some other skin?
- Favourite game: Ummm.....
- Favourite gaming platform: What is a gaming platform?
- Favourite cartoon character: Don't have one.
- Personal Quote: "Come to Me, all you who labour and are burdened." --Jesus
- Tools of the Trade: !
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Devious Comments
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
I haven't been DAing much of late, but I thought I might drop by and say hello
Hope lifes going well for you
Love
Mary
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There is an art, or, rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.
thanks for the fav on The Lighthouse
Hope your holidays are going fine
God Bless,
Mary
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There is an art, or, rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.
(yes, we are crazy)
maemky
God Bless,
Mary
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There is an art, or, rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.
thanks for the fav on [link]
Mary
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There is an art, or, rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.
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Together we will rule the night
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~ Vacancy is not a problem... it's a realisation...~
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My mother said to me, "If you are a soldier, you will become a general. If you are a monk, you will become the Pope." Instead, I was a painter, and became Picasso. Pablo Picasso
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My mother said to me, "If you are a soldier, you will become a general. If you are a monk, you will become the Pope." Instead, I was a painter, and became Picasso. Pablo Picasso
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Mercy is not getting what we deserve, Grace is getting what we don't deserve.
thanks for the fav of [link]
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There is an art, or, rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.
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Jesus' blood never fails me.
=christians
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There is an art, or, rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.
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Every year on his birthday, Chuck Norris randomly selects one lucky child to be thrown into the sun...
thanks for another favourite
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There is an art, or, rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.
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There is an art, or, rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.
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Life is a rose with thorns. Suffering beautifies, purifies, enhances joy and love.
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I don't bite.. much..~crazcat
*macrophoto =onewordphoto *pro-life *christians
[link] <--Want to remember me?
I must thank you a lot
for the
"In My View"
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thanks for the fave of [link]
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There is an art, or, rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.
Your last message was left in sep of last year so I thought I'd update it
DJ is also feeling neglected...
I love your poems
Cheers,
Mary
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Together we will rule the night
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Sing your praise to the Lord with the harp and melodious song, with trumpets and the sound of the ram's horn. Make a joyful symphony before the Lord, the King! Psalm 98:5
Intercessor is a member of: *christians
I hope you have a great day!
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