MAGGIE   MINK

Maggie Mink Old Verse - New Verse I consider anything I write works in progress. I hope you enjoy them in whatever pen name I have used. If you would like to use them, please drop me an e-mail with the name of the verse and which pen name it listed under and I will be glad to write permission for you ......... Rennie Lorca ( Maggie Mink) c/o: dragonhaime@hotmail.com

RUNNING ON EMPTY
SOAP OPERA
OVER-RULED
LOVE SIGHS
TELL ME HOW
BEFORE MY HEART FREEZES OVER
MORATORIUM
Dancing Out the Plank ...
ROMANTIC RERUNS
ROMANCING THE STONE COLD HEART
This verse has been extended and updated in the INSPIRATIONS site
THERE WAS A TIME
COUNSELING
MY LONELY RAFFISH HEART 
SIMPLE PLEASURES
Logistique Logistics with ancient knights or more current military
LOVE ME . . . LOVE MY CHORES
LOVE'S GAMES
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By Maggie Mink 
Date: 22 July 1998 
RUNNING ON EMPTY
Why, baby? 
Why do we always run 
until we need 
the siphon-hose, 
the old gas can, ... 
or, all the way down 
to the battery charger? 
Why, baby .... 
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By Maggie Mink 
Date: 29 July 1998 
SOAP OPERA
During time we thought we were in love, 
there was a space, when I was afraid 
of the end of each word, then every verse. 
I couldn't stand for the installment 
or the chapter, none of it, to end. 
Heaven knows I couldn't take any endings; 
or the chance of a series, any change, 
or going into syndication...someone meddling. 
No! I needed a steady, dependable hero-lover. 
I tried to make you understand that, 
my unreal desires, and you did . . . . 
long after I finally settled with 
someone new ... I learned new skills. 
This time, I learned to write 
what I needed into the story line. 
You, baby, need to learn that skill, too... 
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By Maggie Mink 
Date: 24 August 1998 
OVER-RULED
Tell me how I am fooled . . . . 
My eyes look you over,
mind thinks you over,
and heart says it's over . . .
How am I always over-ruled? 
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By Maggie Mink 
Date: 28 January 1998 
Love Sighs

I struggle with the meaning
of where you are tonight.
Somehow it is demeaning,
when I have been almost forthright.

No, I haven't had the courage,
nor faith enough in you,
To tell you of my secret rage,
and what I want to do.

I want to see you whole now.
Oh, desire to see you free.
Wish to see you shed the vow.
And, I need to let you be . . . .

Beloved, I have cared for you,
your mind, your soul, your being...
Although my only view of you
is just perhaps too fleeting. 

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By Maggie Mink 
Date: 8 March 1998 
TELL ME HOW

How do I control this run-away heart - 
put it in low-gear . . .
stop the slide?

How do I get it off of this course - 
take back the reins . . .
enjoy the ride?

How do I level out this plane - 
land it safely . . .
come in on gentle glide?

How do I get from ship to shore - 
in spite of storms . . .
and daily tides?

Oh, how do I get on in this life - 
attached to you . . . 
and keep my pride?

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By Maggie Mink 
Date: 10 March 1998 
BEFORE MY HEART FREEZES OVER . . . .

I tell you, my old lover,
you once took the key
to my heart.

For me, what can you . . .
now ashes to ashes . . . .
ever hope to start.

Look at my love left to waste,
where no one can get to me . . .
can take this mess apart.

You filled a world of sandbags
for a wall, your fortress,
in increments, around me anew.

See how you've really left me . . . 
alone . . . sopped in grief --- 
yes, paying my dues . . . . 

I've come to get the key back . . . .
nice room --- tell the devil
he gave you a great view!

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By Maggie Mink 
Date: 11 March 1998 

MORATORIUM . . .

I want some time . . . . (I tell you)
A need to become molten again...(you listening?)
It is the only way to fit the mold...(I think you nodded) 

Always me dancing between fire and ice,
Dreading to catch your notice . . .
Yet, attentive to your every whim.

You are brazen in your seduction.
You give me your best ovation.
Can you see my thoughts flee to him?

I light fire in you with my secular glance,
Irretrievable, irreverent, irrevocable.
Why am I drawn to your flame?

We haven't reached insurmountable.
Why can't he, earthly, proud, devoted . . .
Why can't he draw me in the same?

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By Maggie Mink 
Date: 20 September 1999 
Dancing Out the Plank ...
why am I waiting ... teetering on the edge! of love and loveless. Fool! ... me trusting the plank to hold, pushing it to a limit. And you, you stand on deck and smile, like a crowd watching a jumper on a ledge! Tell me to jump ... or save me ... please!
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By Maggie Mink 
Date: 18 August 1999 

ROMANTIC RERUNS
Stars were twinkling in your eyes tonight - and maybe she enjoyed them as much as I would have . . . . You described the heavenly bodies - and maybe she listened - maybe - as much as I should have . . . . Holding her close and whispering - do you think she cared as much as I could have . . . . Eyes that spoke and heavenly hugs - she didn't think of us at all - but you might, would, could, should have.
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By Maggie Mink - Sweet_Mint@hotmail.com 
Date: 1 September 1999 longer version available 
ROMANCING THE STONE COLD HEART
If we are so in love together, 
each so alone standing here ... 
so intent, seeing that stone drop, 
both wondering at the prize 
we did not just snatch - 
watching aching hearts disappear 
out of sight, 
before we both turn and run! .... 
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By Maggie Mink 
Date: 26 March 1998 

THERE WAS A TIME . . .

The Rebound . . . 

There was a time when I knew I was:
his "darling" . . .
his "love" . . .
his "dearest" . . .

Now I have faded, and am:
an "aggravation" . . .
a "void" . . .
a "memory" . . .

Until he sees many others, and learns:
what he had . . .
what he needed . . .
what he has forever lost.

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By Maggie Mink 
Date: 6 May 1998 

COUNSELING

Looking for answers . . .

...today, I have gone for a manicure.
Perhaps someone else will see,
and kindly tell me,
the reason my fingertips
don't seem to speak to you anymore.
Long talks on a couch aren't my style.

See if I actually want to believe,
when my hand is on a table,
and someone else,
that I don't really know,
wants to read my palm,
and chart my course in love.

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By Maggie Mink 
Date: 14 March 1998 
MY LONELY RAFFISH HEART

I have trouble dealing with my heart.
Let me explain it . . . where do I start?
Alone, the day arrives in monotone.
Outside sweet birds are singing.
Everything is primed for life anew,
But my lonely heart is still clinging,
Craving and crawling back to you,
And your addictive voice on the phone.

You, nonchalant, "What are we having for dinner?"
"Anything you want," I breathe.
Anything, anything from me the sinner.
As long as I offer, I know you won't leave.
Please don't be another nova in my life,
To flare and fade too soon.
I have these thoughts to be your wife,
To have stereo in this room.

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By Maggie Mink 
Date: 10 March 1998 

SIMPLE PLEASURES

In Life . . . .

The sweetest nectar escapes us,
rolling, sliding, leaving sweet trails
from mouth to neck . . . beyond.

To sample these simple pleasures,
you have finally guessed,
I am most fond.

Wish that I were this sparking nectar,
or the only sure means
to soak it up.

And so, I kiss your waiting lips,
and once again, heart racing,
I overfill your cup.

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By Maggie Mink 
Date: 21 September 1999 

Logistique

Inventory: polished armour, mended threads; 
and you well-bandaged from another fray. ... 
for all this, you leave me again -- 
off on some great quest ... and me, 
avoiding the void in mindless chores; until 
I look out and see my gate unguarded. 

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By Maggie Mink 
Date: 10 March 1998 

LOVE ME . . . LOVE MY CHORES
I asked you to mow my lawn . . . instead ya mowed me down! I asked ya to plant some 'maters . . . ya left and hiked ta town! I coulda used some pretty daisies . . . all us girls do. Guess who stole me some roses? . . . betcha haven't got a clue. I think I shoulda warned ya . . . the dog that's at the gate -- Oh, well, I guess ya found out . . . he ain't yer "old Jake" - Now that ya outrun the dawg . . . way past the gate -- Don't ya remember him now? . . . ya swapped him to Nate -- So we'll keep it in your family . . . like good families do . . . You sneak in on Mondays . . . maybe Thursdays, too -- Next time ya'll remember . . . before it's too late -- Us hearty, lusty country gals . . . don't ever care to wait!
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By Maggie Mink 
Date: 30 April 1998 
LOVE'S GAMES
How I love the time we take to play these games. Thank you for teaching me just how to fan the flames!
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