World Aids Day blog now open!!!
Current mood: Changing my mind, to change the world
Category: Changing my mind, to change the world Writing and Poetry

Welcome friends! This is an exciting day. Something being shared as a community. I hope this inspires you. To learn more about HIV/Aids and how to stop it's spread. To look into sending even 5.OO to help the fight....There are so many people suffering in the world. We can help lighten their burdens....Thank you for coming to my page and supporting me and this World Aids Day Funding drive......I am honored to know you.

Calling All Sisters, To The Hood...The Sisterhood!

It's time, my sisters. Time for us to join hands.
Time for us to stand together, and march across the land.
In a world where women are more vunerable
to this disease of Aids and HIV
Where it has become the number one
cause of death for female minorities.
We need to elminate the miconceptions, misinformation
the key to stopping this, is to provide the education
A positive diagnosis is not a death knoll
a strong healthy life with treatment, is completely possible
As Mothers of the earth,  nuturers and protectors
if we hold hands against the tide of ignorance and fear
we can touch all lives within the circle, of our embrace here.
If you are not in a monagamus relationship
or you suspect your parnter isn't true
get down and get tested, it's the loving thing to do.
Young and old, black, white, and all shades between
We're loosing our sisters. and the loss is obcene
Education is the answer, knowledge is the key..
Yes, my sisters! The truth will set us free!
To control this disease, to help slow this problem
if abstinance isn't realistic, always, always use a condom.


When my friend Fiona asked me to write a poem for her blog in support of World Aids day, her own brother being sticken with the disease.  I first started out by doing research. I began reading about the epidemic proportions of this disease in Africa. I read about the homes there for children born HIV positive. How little hope there is for the people there. Entire families are dying of this disease. Mothers passing it on to their children by the natural act of breast feeding. How the drugs are not available to the poor and uneducated. I was inspired to write the poem, "In Joseph's Eyes."

 I continued to read, and I learned that women and teens are the two fastest growing groups being diagnosed HIV postitve. That women are more vunerable to the spread of the disease because of  the way our bodies are designed. Contributing to the spread, is the misconcetion that this is still a disease afflicting gay men, and  needle using drug addicts. In fact, it is the largest cause of death for young female minorities.

As women we must come together and provide the support for each other. We need to create a safe environment for people to gather and get the information needed to fight the spread of HIV/Aids. The drugs that are being used today are helping people live long healthy productive lives.We need to help those living in denial of their positive status.

 If the researchers have enough resources to continue to work, they could come up with way to eventually stop the advance of this virus. If we all could just give a dollar...how many millions of dollars could be raised for programs that are so desparately needed. My friend Lynn, who is a translator for the deaf made me aware of how the deaf need the education. How this virus is spreading in their communities. There wasn't even a sign for this disease in their language!!!!

I would like to thank Fiona Chapelle for asking me to be a part of her work. She is a dynamic artist, designer, writer and poet. A treasured friend, and sister. I am honored to know her...Please go and visit her page and give your support to her endeavers.

 Link to Fiona's page./profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=132950044&MyToken=0dd85aff-9bd2-456a-8f2f-8af5d90eb658

Below is a list of the top 10 misconceptions with links. Please go and read a little. Educate yourself, and your children.


The top ten misconceptions of HIV/Aids.

1. I have just been diagnosed...I am going to die.This is the biggest myth of all. In fact people are living with HIV longer today than ever before. Meds, treatment programs, and a better understanding of HIV allows those infected to live normal, healthy, productive lives.

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In Joseph’s Eyes...A poem in support of the Aids Funding on December 1.
Current mood: Hopeful.
Category: Hopeful. Writing and Poetry

Joseph has never known a day of play in his 13 years.

His life is punctuated, by hunger, worry and fear.

Each morning is spent caring, for his little brothers,

and tending to his dying, Aids riddled Mother.

Having lost his Father some years ago

To the same disease,  that's the way it goes.

In a country too poor to educate

Things have to change soon , or it's too late.

Too late for Joesph, who's heart is kind.

Working for pennies, with his brothers in mind.

Please look at his face, his haunted eyes

And under his grief, you'll see a surprise.

For Joseph still dreams of life full of laughter

A childhood of joy, not one that is shattered.

Joseph is just one small boy, in a sea of faces

Who joins the millions of others, in millions of places.

Aids is taking our youth, our babies, their future.

It's up to us now, to step up, and nurture

The fear of the unknown has held us back

Allowing Aids, to spread and attack

Not just in Africa, which seems so far away.

But here in the suburbs, it's come here to stay.

It doesn't care who you are, if you're rich, or poor

Aids is crossing the lines, and invading our shore

Think of Joseph tonight, as he looks to the sky

And maybe, just maybe, allows himself to cry...

If you read, please, please, as a huge favor to me....leave me a comment. Just a, I was here, will suffice.....I do so greatly appreciate your time!

xo

clover

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Digitally captured....expressly adult.
Current mood: naughty
Category: Writing and Poetry

Allen sat nursing a beer, at a corner table in an unfamiliar bar. A bemused smile on his face as he sat waiting for his wife. He had followed her instructions to the letter. God knew she was here somewhere, watching him, making sure of it, too..

He had arrived at 6:45. Wearing the new dark jeans, white button up shirt, thick black leather belt and matching watch. He had opened the box with the new leather jacket, and thick silver chain neclace and worn them as well.  She had bought him a new pair of black riding boots as well. Normally, he would have driven the car, but she had told him to ride the motorcycle tonight. He wondered what she was up to. He never could tell with that one! Married twenty three years, and she was still keepin him on his toes.

Across the bar, Allen watched as several men approached a shapely brunette. Every one of the prospects went back to his table, empty handed. She was wearing one of those wrap dresses, that slide open at the side, when a lady sits down. Every now and then, he could catch a glimsp of her thighs, and she was wearing some of those stockings with the lace tops. Thighhighs with garters even! Red dress, red highheel boots, lips, fingertips....the lady was on fire! He wondered who she was waiting for. A smart man shouldn't keep someone like her waiting for long.

His watch said 6:55. Yvette should be here any minuet. One thing about his wife, she never kept him waiting. He noticed the woman at the bar slide off her barstool. Her dress slid dangerously up her milky thighs, and then dropped demurely back into place as she touched the floor. She began to walk toward his table, and he watched appreciatively as her hips swayed, and her breasts moved. Those were some dangerous curves! As she passed by, her fingers slid softly across the surface of his table, and over his hand, up his arm, and then off of his shoulder. Her perfume filled the air and he drank it in deeply. Vanilla, musk, and lavendar. He knew that scent anywhere! Turning his head quickly, he caught her looking back at him with a mischeivious grin. As she tipped down her sunglasses, he knew her face in an instant.She was wearing a wig and some sunglasses as a disguise! It was his, Yvette! She wiggled her finger for him to follow her, and he slid out of the booth leaving his beer behind.

Allen followed her through a door, and into a small courtyard. Enclosed, with a high wooden fence, Gated on one end with a large padlock. Yvette closed the door behind him. She placed her finger up to her red lips, and told him to keep quiet. She pushed him over to the corner and told him not to speak, and to do what he was told, or the game was over, and they would just go home.

She told him to untie the bow on her dress. The dress slid open, and then fell from her shoulders to fall in a red puddle at her feet. Yvette stood before him in nothing but, a red leather corset with garters, stockings, and tall red patent leather boots. her white skin was glowing in the darkness of the alley with only the light from the street barely showing. He began to feel his desire growing hot, and even more so, outside in the open. Yvette told him to undo his belt, and unzip his pants. Then she told him to push her down to her knees. Allen's breathing was becoming shallow and fast now, as she took him into her hands. Stroking his admiration of her body, and moaning softy.  She looked up into his eyes, and blew him a kiss just before her warm mouth slid hungerly over his hardness. Her tongue was making lazy cirlces around his shaft. and her soft moaning was driving him crazy. He wanted only to take her up, and fill her need with his own! soon, he was pulling her head into his body, stroking her mouth. his excitement with the novelty, and surprise bringing him to his climax quickly. Yvette, milked his love for her, and leaned back from him with a satified smile. She licked her lovely red lips, of any missed drops. Not even smudge of red on her face!

She stood up and walked over to a chair in the corner. Telling him to stand back and just watch. She spread her milky thighs to reveal her inner desire. Glistening, and dripping sweetness. She began to touch that tiny hard rosebud, rubbing it gently, and then picking up the pace as two of her fingers slid noisily into her depths. She too was extremely excited, and her hips were pushing into her hand joyfully.  Screaming his name into the night air, her voice letting him know she was near her peak,  her desire washing over her red painted fingertips and on to the chair.

Yvette stood up, told him to help her with her dress. Allen picked it up where it had fallen and softly helped her redress. Walking over to a shelf, Yvette retrived a digital film recorder. Flipped it open, and rewound it a bit to make sure everything had been captured. Raising her eyebrows, she said, "Shall we?  She turned and walked back into the bar, as if nothing had happened. Allen followed her back through the the bar, and into the street. She hopped on his bike, doning the extra helmet, fully knowing her legs would be revealed as they drove home.

Back home, Allen finally asked her, "How much did you pay the bartender to let you outside to do that?"  Yvette, opened a small piece of folded paper. On it was an email address. She placed the memory card into her laptop and started to download the footage. "Come and watch with me darling. you can't see either of our faces.....I think we made oursleves a blockbuster!"  She then typed in the email address of the bartender, and sent him his copy.

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Who’s sweet? I am. (just a little naughty)
Current mood: naughty
Category: Writing and Poetry

You think you know my mind....

The mystery has been solved.

There's more of me,  you've yet to find.

Our destiny has not evoloved.

Sweet smiles and kisses given you

Are not the only things, I do.

Underneath, sweet frock, of pink and blue

Black corset laced, with fishnets too.

I've been waiting, for the perfect time

to spring my trap, and make you mine.

you're handcuffed down, and you'll love my crime

your acceptance of my offer, I clearly see the sign.

your body has betrayed you, your deisre's showing

I see it in your eyes, your need for me is burning

as our sweat is dripping,  the fire is growing

gas to the flame, as my body is yearning

shall I free your hands, to touch me now?

devouring my skin, as you travel down....

licking my sweet pink petaled crown

onto my knees, you turn me around.

You moan my name, as you sink in deeply

I am your sweet lady, but this lady is freaky!

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Mary. Sweet Mary. (Revised and reposted) Sanctuary...
Current mood: crusading!
Category: crusading! Writing and Poetry

Mary.Sweet Mary. So very contrary.

How does your sorrow grow?

"With a nip and some tucks.

A diet of drugs

Perfection, obsession."

Sweet Mary, she shrugs.

Little Bo Peep. She's lost so much sleep.

Lives under a bridge in the park.

"Just leave me alone!

I will never go home.

Living a lie, in a penthouse on high.

Bo Peep, shouts at the dark.

Skinny Miss Muffet. So much, she has suffered.

"Eating nothing all day.

You stay thin this way.

But Oh! What a price you must pay!

Moans, skinny Miss Muffet.

Jack's Jill, so jaded and cynical.

Where once she was beautiful.

Jill's thoughts now all tumbling downhill.

Her quest for perfection.

A monsterous creation, absurd.

"Now I lay me down to die.

Do not morn for me or cry.

This body now a living hell.

It is empty, just a shell."

Mary. Sweet Mary. So very, contrary.

That's how your sorrow did grow.

Sweet Clover. 2008.

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Steps into the looking glass. (Miss Alice)
Current mood: cynical

Miss Alice sits, at her looking glass unblinking,

knows not the time that has past her by

 no one could ever guess, what she might be thinking

Miss Alice wonders if the view is real

when the darkness fades, and lights come up

will the ugliness finally, and truely be revealed

For what lies on the surface is an illusion made

a creation of cuts, marks and injections

pushed, plucked, and bleached, it's bound to fade

Miss Alice sits so still, afraid to move away

the pretty perfect image, she sees before her

exacts a price so heavy,  she feels cannot pay

The soul needs more than admiration

to grow and flourish, it needs the truth

plastic's deity worship, led to her damnation

Miss Alice cries for her innocence lost

her obsession, with the sickness, perfection

to be the best, and brightest at any cost

Miss Alice stepped into the glass today

shiney shards of beauty, and blood red drops

pools of remorse, as Miss Alice ran away.

sweet clover 2008

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Veteran’s day....
Current mood: patriotic.
Category: patriotic. Blogging

I suppose many of you noticed that last couple of blogs are not my usual style. Being rather steamy in nature, and I hope no one is offended. I am planning on posting such topics more because that is something I want to do. I will make sure to warn you ahead of time......now back to the blog.

Today, was Veteran's Day. We went to my daughter's school for a program. She is in the choir, and they were singing. In the front of the choir were several chairs for military people to sit in as guests. They passed around a mic for them to introduce themsleves. An older gentleman stood up, and as he began to speak, you could hear the emotion in his voice as he tried not to cry. He said he was in the Army for 3 years and 8 months, and 4 months in a German POW camp. At this point his voice broke again as he explained how his Mother didn't know if he was alive or dead for 4 months. His family couldn't get any information because no one knew where he was. He couldn't go on, other than to say, he was finally freed. Of course, I have tears running down my face uncontrolled, as I am a big crier....But as I looked around every woman in the room had tears, and even a former Marine behind us had glassy eyes. We were crying for this man's pain. For his memories, his fears, his greif....so many years still clinging to him. We cried for those soldiers who never made it home, the ones that where not liberated. We cried for the Mother sitting by the phone, waiting for some good news.......and not getting good news. Because we as Mother's could imagine how we would feel.

The rest of the program was not especially emotional....but after the man spoke, everything seemed to take on more meaning. The children reciting their poems. The songs we sang as a group. The red poppies worn on the shirts. Everything choked me up, and cut me to the core. Afterwards I felt exhausted. But, it felt good to really feel something more. And to say...We will not forget. 

God Bless those who served. Those who currently serve. Those, who will in the future, serve.

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Pussy, pussy what did you do there?...erotic nature..FOR SURE!!
Current mood: aroused
Category: Writing and Poetry

Part 2 of Clover goes to London to visit the Queen....

At first we were rolling about like a pile of puppies on the floor. Just laughing and tickling, all just fun touching..nothing serious at all. Fiona, pulled open the fridge, and took out a bowl of fruit, and some cold water. She pored me a glass and I accepted gladly. We fed each other grapes and strawberries, running the cold fruit along each others lips, and for a moment, I thought perhaps I might sneak away to my room.

But then, Mike came up behind me, and slid my panties down off my hips. Ever so slow and deliberate, as Fiona watched her eyes flashing. She smiled as my bare mound peeked over the edge of the lace. Mike, grinning like a teenager shot my panties like a rubberband across the room, as he slapped my bottom hard enough to make me squeal. Fiona and I dropped to our knees together as one. Kneeling across from one another, sitting on our heels. Somehow we ended up touching each other like mirror images, in unison. Feathered fingertips across soft shoulders, and whispered breath against trembling lips. Our nipples seemed to reach out for each other, straining for the contact. As we crushed our breasts together, Mike's hands ran down both of our flanks pushing our hips into each other, as his fingers ran under our bottoms and slid most easily into moist and aching slits. Our hands and lips never leaving each other for a moment as his fingers worked their magic. Fiona's breath became short and, she threw her head back and moaned hungrily. I dropped my hand down to her clit, and rubbed softly, as she began to buck against me. I could feel her body begin to shiver, and I knew my orgasm, wasn't far behind. "Harder, Mike! Please, oh yes...." I've never been able to stay quiet, and my screams echoed off the walls, as we girls came quivering to our climaxes.

Mike sat grinning at our feet, as we panted against each other. "Well, now he certainly looks proud of himself Fi..." And she smiled wickedly into my eyes. "Didn't I see some cherry jello in the fridge? I asked playfully. I think we need to attend to a pressing issue.."



Jello, watch it jiggle, and wiggle as we take care of our sweet man candy....
Part 3, anyone...?

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A trip to London... to visit the queen....if you aren't 0ver 18...no no! you know who you are..
Current mood: naughty

"No, I'm serious..I can't beleive it either! I'm  nearly breathless with excitment. Okay, yes.... My plane comes in at 7:00 pm your time.... Really? You could come and pick me up? Are you sure?..... Oh, that would be fantastic! All right, then I'll be seeing you...Bye!"

I hung up the phone with a shaking hand! I can't beleive just yesterday I won tickets to the Coldplay concert in London. Airfare and accomadations included! Me...who never ever won anything! And on top of my amazing win, I get to meet my lovely friend Fiona, and have dinner with her! And since our mutal friend is there visiting her, I will get to meet him as well. I am so pleased they were able to get together for a while. I love them both so much!

What are whirlwind day I have had! The plane ride was seemingly endless as my anticpation was out of control!  Jet lagged, and practically drunk with adrenaline, I spent the evening laughing and drinking way to much wine,  with Fiona and Mike. We laughed like children, and talked like long lost friends....We ended up spilling out of the taxi at Fiona's, and she asked me to stay the night. I was too drunk and too tired to argue.

We had another couple of glasses or more of wine, and Fiona showed me her guest room, and I bid her goodnight with a hug. She held me closely for a momment, and stroked my hair. I leaned back and smiled. "Goodnight darling...don't worry. I won't disappear. I'll see in the morning. Although I will most likely have a horrible hangover."  She laughed softly, and gave me a sweet kiss on my cheek. I felt a small thrill down my spine, but chalked it up to my drunkeness. "Well, if you need anything...anything at all. I'll be down the hall." she purred.

I found myself lying awake. Restless and spinning.  It was quite disconserting. I thought perhaps a snack would do the trick. However since Fiona and I were both so drunk, we forgot my things were already at the hotel, and I was sleeping in my panties, I gathered up the quilt from the bed, and made my way down to the kitchen. But to my embarrassment I found my hosts naked on the floor, in the middle of something...um yes. In the middle of it. I turned to make my escape, but as I did the quilt caught on the edge of something, and there I stood, in my panties! Oh, double the blushing, I was doing!

By now, they were both looking at me, and we began to laugh. All of us out of embarassment, and the situation. "Umm, I'm sorry. I was coming down to find something to settle my tummy. I didn't think to wonder if anyone was...um, up." We broke into more laughter. I reached down for the quilt and Fiona playfully pulled it away.  She caught my ankle, and pulled me over to her. I just followed her tug until I found myself sitting between the two of them. Fiona didnt' bother to shut off the light, she just threw the quilt over us........I didn't worry about getting up.

to be continued........

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gypsy wild, dancing girl
Current mood: gypsy wild...
Category: gypsy wild... Writing and Poetry

Watch as I sway, gypsy wild dancing girl

barefoot and laughing as I twirl

arms wide, as my fingers caress the air

eyes closed, wanton and without a care

No need for a prophet tonight my love

crystal ball readings, or signs from above

my woman's heart,  cries out for you

prayer is not needed, for my love is true

unchained and unfetterd by society's rule

within my arms, is held a jewel

a promise of love, if only tonight

my choices my own, be wrong or be right

unpredictable I am, as a lighting stike

ever changing as the wind that floats a kite

constant as the water flows

unstoppable as the grass it grows

I am the darkness as well as the light

we are one, together upon this night.

as the smoke dances and spirals, upward

joyful laughter, and loving will be heard

gypsy bells and insense burning

lover's breath and touches yearning

senses blur, as blood flows quick

light flickers down to a candle's wick

sun drops away and velvet is the sky

wild is this woman's contented cry

 the strength of a man I seek my match

 this mercurial heart, you'll never catch

gypsy wild dancing girl

let go of your fears, and enter my world. 

sweet clover 2008.

who knows where this came from.....my heart is dancing won't you join me? 

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