FROZEN FIEFDOM 

Poems 11 - 39 In Order as Written

There was a reason for writing each of these, other than looking for a man to date.  I'll post them all below, and use alternating colors for ease of reading.  

Poem # 11

December 11, 2007 

Hello Tree, Do Speak With Me

I met a leaf today you see,
It could have been one from you,
Intelligent, polite, and interesting too.

We chatted away the afternoon, then evening draped
it's chill around us
Both of us knew the score,
give a little, and wait for more.

He finally gave himself away,
as I knew he would before today.

As you instructed, he has done
Do be kind, and bear in mind
punishment for failure is unfair
he did not realize, and would care.

Many of those to whom you preach,
They can learn, and I shall teach.
My offer stands, as I have written before
Please read it again, and waste time no more.

With you directly I wish to speak,
No one lesser, no one weak.
The Tree is a source of power,
I am the Rose, only a flower.

The Promise between you and I shall be a most powerful one
and when given, never undone.

Neutrality is the key, and one to which all the branches shall agree.

No one group will hold my hand,
Beneath the Tree I shall stand,
A neutral and peaceful teacher in a No Man's Land.

copyright 2007 Paula M. Rose

SWF, tall, slender, black hair, blue/green eyes, challenges your mind,
favorite song "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress."

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Poem # 12 

December 16, 2007

My Quiet Tree, I Hear Thee

We do communicate so mysteriously. 

I see you, and you see me,
Every day the same game we play,

A twist on childhood's version of Hide and Seek,
Stop, Look, Listen, then quickly sneak a Peek. 
I still require the answers I seek,
and from your branches some did speak,

Do not send me any more who are weak.
Only with you do I wish to speak. 

New players have slipped into our game,
Did you notice someone new, or were they all the same to you?

From a land far away, where there is little rain
Not close to L.A., but perhaps to Bahrain. 
Did you invite them to join our game? 

I would not have done the same,
As they are not of our mind frame,

Even though you and I are not a team,
Rather we have opposing views,
Then again, that's not news. 
My offered compromise is still open for you to choose.

The Middle Eastern agenda is different, it does seem.
Extremely wealthy and powerful too,
Perhaps they are a friend to you?
I do not know, and will not call them my Foe,
Just a "Heads up", to let you know,
Others have shown interest
in the Woman from the land of ice and snow. 


Big Oil has far reaching hands,
many names, and several brands. 
Are they grouped in several stands?
Beneath the branches of the Tree?

It appears so, and makes perfect sense to me,
Fitting in well with the Alaska Mystery
Encompassing both me, the Rose,
And you, the Tree. 

Unfathomable wealth of oil and gas lies deep within the tundra,
A political football between conservation groups,
governments, and developers with money,

A small part of the story of Alaska
To be told by this little Honey. 

On Wednesday I shall leave L.A.,
To spend the Christmas Holidays
In the Florida Keys with my family. 

Will you be coming along with me? 
A caravan we shall be, every branch of the Tree and me,
Making our way across the country.
For what reason? That is the key.
Who would be interested in me? 

My family says I am "Paranoid"
and that my mind is only a void.

That is a very useful label, when all are sitting at one table,
and I stand alone.  We all came from the same home and town,

I am very unpopular for asking around,
About dusty old rumors,
of which no one will speak.  Deny and lie is the flavor of their week. 

Does that sound ridiculous and hard to swallow?
Perhaps because I will not let Alaska's buried mysteries lie fallow?
I seek answers to stories I have heard;
Which some people now deny and shout "absurd!" 

You and I know the stories may well be true;
Otherwise, I would not have heard from you.

Your Leaves have agreed that something is up,
Not many clues were given, only a drop in the cup.

I am not afraid, of whom should I be frightened? 

The possible enormity of scale of crime and corruption is staggering,
And now perhaps the "Good" side has been enlightened.

Do join me on my quest, a fascinating journey with not much rest.
If I return to L.A. in early January,  I shall be seeking a new nest.

Clean, tidy, safe, and warm
With parking space, hi speed internet, and utilities included.

A peaceful place to call my home; I pay my bills timely
The most wonderful space to spend time with you alone, so sublimely!

Do reply with stats about yourself, be you a Man, or the Tree,
Below are only a few about me.

SWF, tall, slender, black hair, blue/green eyes, challenges your mind, favorite song "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress."

Copyright 2007 Paula M. Rose

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Poem # 13  December 29, 2007
 
Gusty Winds Blew Through the Tree 

Moving the Leaves about I see
I can list events and describe people specifically,
Between L.A. and the Florida Keys,

During the Christmas season so very recently
Small but telling, sometimes in stealth or covert ways

The power cut on Christmas night, did produce quite a sight
When the blimp "Fat Albert" flashed its red lights for over an hour
While the Lower Keys waited for more electrical power
I shined my flashlight in the air, signaling back with my own style and flair
The blimp continued the code like flashings, as if my light was not there.

Reminiscent of childhood sleep outs on the deck, shining flashlights in the air to see if stars or planes would signal back.

As someone close to me suggested,

"Maybe the power is off to slow down the drug smugglers, so that they can be arrested."

A keen observer was she, and I pondered that thought
with my hand resting upon my knee

The flip side of that statement occurred to me
What if darkness were the key,
To moving contraband swiftly, and successfully?

An illegal activity that would be, and a connecting link between Cuba and Miami

Without proof to confirm logic or suspicion, one must dismiss the event as a simple technical glitch; there is no information for the FBI to work on, unless they have a snitch.

The "Tree" has not accepted or negotiated to change
My previous offer that I shall leave It be, and then myself be free

To live in Peace and Harmony, with my writings and photography.

So I shall continue writing my story of Alaska's History,
Quite a mystery it appears to be, riddled with corruption and little integrity,

I am recruiting assistance from those of you,
Especially reporters, journalists, or computer wizards

Law and Justice must prevail,
as we round up of some of these Snakes and Lizards.

CIA, Black Ops, or Big Oil?

All of those groups have enough power and money
To continue the hindering of this Whistle Blowing Honey

I want to believe the CIA would not be involved in such activities,
others tell me I am being deceived. To my information requests
they have not replied, perhaps they are only delayed, not denied.

Come one, come all, keep heading my way
It's not so much what people do or say,
Rather what they do not, is sometimes how they give themselves away.

Reply to me today, specify what you know, and what you can say,

Let's get this story rolling through the hay,
It shall become a best seller either way

Published as either True or "Fiction", it will stir the pot and cause much friction.

Glenn Frey sings the lyrics of "Smugglers' Blues"

Those words ring true in many ears, especially those working in Law Enforcement whose attempts to stop it end with defeat.
Together we can sing a different tune, make a difference, turn up the heat.

To my favorite song, we can sing along

"Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress" (The Hollies)

Let's make a date to meet up soon, perhaps on an early January afternoon?

My stats below describe me accurately.

If a blonde, redhead, or brunette is what gets you hot;

then for you, I am not.


SWF, tall, fit, black hair, blue/green eyes, some say "beautiful", challenges your mind. a.k.a. "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress"

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Poem# 14  January 5, 2008

The Tree Sees Me

and pointed them at me,

late one night in downtown L.A.

I moved away, they did not follow

I could see by their expressions, the intent was not hollow.

Perhaps my courage impressed the Tree, but I know it still hangs over me.

Here in the Land of the Government Hand,

I see many people passing as I walk and stand,

So many faces, speaking in languages from different places,

Foreign Spies telling lies, I can see it in their eyes

Secret Service, CIA, FBI, was that you I saw as I passed by?

Tomorrow is another day, and I'll be leaving soon for L.A.

Here's a clue for the FBI, as we play a round of Spy vs. Spy

The Sunday Dress I will wear for you shall be Blue, wrapped around with a band of Black.

You will know it is I, and that's a fact.

Together we can sing along, to that old Hollies song, and round up those who were doing wrong.



SWF, tall, fit, black hair, blue/green eyes, some say "beautiful",
challenges your mind. a.k.a. the "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress."

Copyright 2008 Paula M. Rose

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Poem # 15 

January 12, 2008

    *A Crooked Tree*
   

     I did see,

    Actually the shadow of it, and of me,
    appeared in the polished stone plaque,
    as I stood in Washington, DC
    gazing at the inspiring words of Mahatma Gandhi.


    With my camera I captured the scene,
    Located near an Embassy, that is a fact

    The next day when I came back,
    A man I do not know was there, license plates from New Jersey he had
    He appeared to be thinking, and watching the street action,
    Standing near his car of black,
    We gazed at each other, from front to back.

    Passersby came and went, cars moved past as the engines did vent
    When I gathered my gear and walked away,
    His voice I did hear, and something he did say.
    It wasn't clear, and his smile didn't seem genuine

    My words were few and straight,
    He heard them, but it was too late.

    As I walked through the streets for hours
    In the Land of the Government Hand
    Many people I did pass, wearing expressions I do understand.

    A smile, a frown, a glance, a stance
    Sometimes in step we would walk, sit, or stand.

    When a movement caught my eye,
    Sometimes I would return the gesture, rather like a Spy would do.
    Or a form of a Tell completely new.
    Not a signal was it meant to be,
    Rather a Mirror to help me recall seeing thee, and way to remember you.

    As I drive from DC to L.A., many people I shall pass along the way.
    Perhaps when I see the ocean blue, I shall have a date with you.

    Gangster, Mobster, CIA? Soldier of Fortune, KGB, FBI?
    Someone has much to say, and Who will drop a clue or two?

    The stories we have heard must be true
    As you all see me, and sometimes I see you.

    Send a reply, short and sweet
    Upon the sand we can meet
    Holding hands as we stand
    Gazing into each others eyes, speaking the truth, not telling lies.


    SWF, tall, fit, black hair, blue/green eyes, some say "Beautiful,"
    challenges your mind. a.k.a. the "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress"

    Copyright 2008 Paula M. Rose

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Poem # 16

Jan. 13, 2008 

A Tree Grew Large in Italy

And its branches spread across the seas

the wood it provided made strong boats and oars.

Men used them to reach the shores, landing in the major cities

seeking new opportunities, to build their businesses and families.

And then paying cash to the keepers of their keys.

Organized Crime was behind

those who had to toe the line,

An important part in a story of mine. 

Later this week I wish to meet

with the head of that Tree, a.k.a. "The Family"

From the country of Italy

or perhaps specifically from Sicily?

I saw recently in DC

a few leaves from your Tree

and they did recognize me. 

Same as when I was in Las Vegas

Do you remember, back in September, and again in November?

And always a few on any given day, when I was living in L.A.

Thursday night at 7:00 pm on the dot,

have your car and driver meet me in the parking lot. 

I expect to be in L.A., my location I don't need to say,

perhaps you know it every day?

I have questions, you have the answers. 

On your turf, and as your guest,

for us to be alone is best.

In a restaurant of your choice, we shall speak in the quiet voice.

No known wire will I wear, you may search me everywhere. 

I shall wear a black evening gown, well groomed I will be, I wouldn't let you down. 

As equals we shall be; one man and one woman each well armed, with only our wits, and our charms.  There will be no weapons, or firearms. 

If someone else does follow me, you should have the answer as to who it might be.  There are many facets to this mystery. 

No violence shall mar the night; I only seek to set things right. 

SWF, tall, fit, some say "beautiful,"  challenges your mind.  a.k.a. the "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress"

Copyright 2008  Paula M. Rose
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 Poem # 17 

Italian Tree, did you see - 43 (SFV / BH)

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Poem # 18 

Jan. 16, 2008 

The Big Tree Is Busy 

just like me.  Some of you I would like to see.

It has not accepted or negotiated my suggested compromise,
I am willing to hear it out, and will wait for it to Apologize.

Inconveniences and set ups galore to me it does,
using hotel staff, bank tellers, brokerage employees, countless people
known and unknown to me, ordinary folks,
and even the "fuzz"
to zip by me, and signal a buzz.

Fire trucks and ambulances do blast by with sirens full on,
There isn't any fire or emergency in sight,

Some say it's another use of pawns by a con,
albeit one with powerful might.

I do notice when Things don't add up, and something isn't right.

I read online that those ploys are used by the CIA,
I stopped by their compound the other day.

"No photos, Miss" more or less, the 2nd gate agent did say,
and that I must go away.

My appearance there was not a social call,
it was to have them face me directly, once and for all.

What could I know that would make the CIA shake
like the ground in a mighty Alaska Earthquake?

I know what it might be, and some group has already heard it from me.

I want to believe the CIA would not do wrong, only good.
Come on over and talk to me, face to face in my current 'hood.

The Italian Tree I plan to see, and to speak with soon,
Thursday at seven hours past noon.

To learn if the old rumors and stories I know are true,
and to see who is now zooming who.

There are others whose groups are strong, I've seen Asians from a Tong.
Whatever they want from me is wrong.  I don't know what they seek,
and they have yet to speak.

FBI, you might be my guy; the one and only Mr. Right.  
If that's true, stay out of sight; I think that I shall be all right.

Keep your eye on me, try to figure out what it is that we all see.
As I walk on Ventura Boulevard,
known to me like my backyard,

I shall remain unharmed
only a cowardly enemy would strike a Woman unarmed.

Two of you I have given a code word to use,
each is different, and not a ruse.

Say it quietly and I will know,
who you are, and with you to go.


For those of you who find my postings bland
and not specific as to what I like in a man,
a few words of spice, clear and nice,
in a song you will understand
Sung by the Pointer Sisters entitled "Slow Hand."


SWF, tall, fit, black hair, blue/green eyes, some say "beautiful,"
challenges your mind.  a.k.a. The "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress"

Copyright 2008  Paula M. Rose
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Poem # 19 

Jan. 18, 2008

   Tree Branches Move
   in the stillness, or with the wind,

    and seem to know where this Rose goes.

    Why would I be of interest to you?

    Perhaps because you know that what I say is true?

    Many groups and agencies there appear to be,

    all who want to know more about me, and how could it be?

    One Woman who knows so much about you,

    and the things that you did do.

    To the Tree from Sicily, was that car from you that I did see?

    In the parking lot it was, Thursday evening at the stroke of 7 o'clock.

    No one said a word to me, I changed my shoes and took a walk.

    An open invitation I extend to one and all,

    Who will be the first to show, and speak with me as we play ball?

    Big Oil, is there dirt in your soil?

    World of Finance, was that a two step you did dance?

    Inside a bank, a stench was rank.

    The trading of FX I did study, and found it to be very muddy.

    Regulators I did write, and they read it, knowing that I was right.

    Italian Tree, big and old, speak to me and be bold.

    CIA, have your say. I was at your compound last Friday,

    "No photos", the Agent did say, and that I was unable to stay.

    To the Tong, you are strong; write to me if I have it wrong.

    FBI, be my good guy. Dig round to find the who, what, and why?

    The list goes on, and this day in L.A. is sunny.

    A date or mate for me must tell a good funny.

    I enjoy a well written song, especially when you can sing along.

    Other characteristics of an attractive man are many, and I have met
    a few.

    I want to know more about you, and if I am a Woman that you might
    understand.

    The Pointer Sisters sing it well in their song "Slow Hand."

    If their words, or mine resonate with you,

    email a reply and let us see what we can do.


    SWF, tall, fit, black hair, blue/green eyes, some say "beautiful,"
    challenges your mind. a.k.a. The "Long Cool Woman in a Black   Dress"

    Copyright 2008 Paula M. Rose

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    Poem # 20
    Date: 2008-01-18, 12:31PM PST

The Tree I Know - 43 (SFV)

also heard the theme song to "Shaft" on the radio.

Some words which rhyme come to mind,

Shaft, raft, draft, aft

Those of you who heard my interview,

know that what I said is true.

And do know that I am not afraid of you.

Assisting you I thought I was,

so convincing you appeared to be,

offering to protect me and cover my back,

instead you turned and gave full attack.

One huge Tree so big and tall, with branches for limbs

Against one single Woman, tall and slim

I offered a compromise, as neither of us needs to "win"

It's a date, for tomorrow night at 8:00.

Saturday night in Downtown L.A.

On the same streets we all did drive,

and we shall again; smoothly, quietly, and then I will park.

Walking alone in the dark I will be, come over and talk to me.

One by one, take your turn.

You know I will be there;

and it's not a set up, or a burn.

Wearing my long dress of black,

I shall not run, or turn back.

I am peaceful, like a Dove.

We must all answer to GOD above.

Play your cards, show me your hand

A coward is easy to understand.

I am a Woman, here I stand

Be stronger than I am,

Behave as a Man.


SWF, tall, fit, black hair, blue/green eyes, some say "beautiful,"
challenges your mind. a.k.a. The "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress"

Copyright 2008 Paula M. Rose

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 Poem # 21

  
Date: 2008-01-20, 10:25AM PST

The Tree Could See - 43 (SFV)


very clearly, as Staples Center was a bright blue light,
illuminating the dark night.

When the closed doors opened wide, many people left from the inside.

Some smiled at me as we passed or stood on the street, a quick and friendly "Hello,"
an exchanged pleasantry with someone I didn't know.

I waited for the traffic light, at the ramp
in the dark, as there was no street lamp.

A homeless person was tucked into the space behind,
near the fence and didn't wake, or seem to mind.

Many gazed at me, some quickly, some twice,
perhaps they thought my look was nice?

I was wearing a long black dress,
with styled hair and some makeup to look my best.

As I passed the closed and quiet park, it was hushed and rather dark.

At 5th and San Pedro, it beckoned to me, invitingly and silently.

On Saturday night a bit past 10:30,
after driving the streets and freeways for hours,
I was not late, one could say,
The Tree would not meet me as a date,
that I knew well before 8:00.

Rather, it would choose to see, if my words were true,
and to watch, and wonder what would I do.

I walked around, and listened to the sounds of downtown,
heard the snores and shifting movements of those sleeping on the ground.

If you saw me, you now know that I am very real,
unlike that character known as Emma Peel.

This Woman from the land of ice and snow,
has a story someone else does know.

To give my life simplicity,
there must be a 3 lettered Agency,
other than the KGB,

who can use my talents and abilities,
and will promise to watch over me.

To the beat of that old Tom Jones song, "She's A Lady"
you must promise to sing along.

and never to stray, or to give me away.

Neutrality is the key, and under the strongest Tree I shall stand,
Never to me will it raise a branch, or a hand.

Many will politely knock at my door,

and my guests they will be,
as students sent to me, by any branches of the Tree.

Big Tree or Italian Tree, both of you do understand,
what I say, and what I am.

Talk to me, here I stand,
as a neutral and peaceful teacher in a No Man's Land.

For the others whose interest I have raised,

send me your words, your description, and self praise. Tell me something about you, it's fun to
meet someone new.


SWF, tall, fit, black hair, blue/green eyes, some say "beautiful,"
challenges your mind. a.k.a. The "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress"

Copyright 2008 Paula M. Rose

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Poem # 22
Date: 2008-01-20, 9:27PM PST

Recently, Oh Tree - 43 (SFV)

I stood in the Land of the Government Hand,

and saw an ad for the shoes I wish I had.

On display at a museum they were to be,

my schedule was busy, I didn't take time to see.

Dorothy is a name someone once called me,

As we laughed and joked so happily.

Discussing life, and my naivety

I have my own Pretty Red Shoes,

And I do wear them when I choose.

Magical and Famous mine are not.

When I wear them, some Men find me to be "Hot."

A small reflection of my personal style,

see them on my Paula Rose Images website,

they might make you smile, for a while.


SWF, tall, fit, black hair, blue/green eyes, some say "beautiful,"
challenges your mind. a.k.a. The "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress"

Copyright 2008 Paula M. Rose

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Poem # 23
Date: 2008-01-21, 10:56AM PST

    A Whisper from the Tree - 43 (SFV)

    would give me cause to pause.
    There was once a specific night,
    when a summer breeze was in the trees,
    people in cars moved from left to right,
    not certain who was wrong,

    or who was hiding in plain sight.
    Nor could they clearly see,

    the reason for the skulking moves and mystery.

    All around it seemed to confound,

    those in the air and on the ground.
    Now the huge and powerful Tree,

    appears to be fully draped around me.
    The intent is crystal clear,

    given the actions and gestures of those
    who are near.

    Indeed, you are more powerful than I,

    probably even more so than the FBI.
    I have much that I could say, perhaps later in another way.
    My rhyming words and small voice,

    have offered the Tree a very fair choice.
    I cannot be frightened of an enemy,

    who will not speak directly to me.
    Both of us will have to choose;

    you won't win, and I won't lose.

    When I walk on Ventura Boulevard, or any other place,
    I am alone, and have no bodyguard.

   There was a Woman in the song,   

   her dress was also Black like mine,
    the men did find her look very fine.
    No "pair of 45's" ride on this body of mine,
    from Mother Nature, or by Smith and Wesson,
    My words are as clear as a well taught lesson.

    Actual events do they imply,

    between one Woman and some guy?
    Is it a tale of interactions between a Tree, and a Rose,
    Underneath whose branches She blooms and grows?
    Or are they rhythmic words simply to keep you guessing?

    Better than ever, and interesting am I,
    while others all around me play Spy vs. Spy.
    I know I have caught more than one eye,
    even from far away lands with deep drifting sands.
   

    And soon a group will be brave,
    make a fast move, do not fumble it like a Knave.
    You shall only have one chance,
    to touch this Rose, and we shall dance.
    With you I shall go, as your partner and your equal,
    Always your Woman, never your Slave.


    SWF, tall, fit, black hair, blue/green eyes, some say "beautiful,"
    challenges your mind. a.k.a. The "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress"

    Copyright 2008 Paula M. Rose

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Poem # 24 
Date: 2008-01-22, 9:51AM PST

    A Variety of Trees - 43 (SFV)

    My camera sees, as do my eyes.
    They are majestic and amazing in size.
    My website has several photos of trees,
    I adore them, and some love me.
    A giant oak on there you shall see,
    To me, it is a Symbol of Peace, Love, and Harmony.
    Unlike a larger Tree which appears near me,
    wrapping its branches tightly around,

    even those which reach to the ground.

    In Italy, I saw many Trees,
    The leaves moved in such a way
    shifting in the wind, with a slight sway.
    Now here in L.A., the Italian Tree I request to see.
    Today when the sky has turned dark,

    your car shall wait in the gear of park.
    The passengers' door the driver shall open,

    nary a word need be spoken.
    At the hour of 7:00 o'clock, I will be in the parking lot.
    Wearing an elegant dress of black, and looking my best,
    I shall be your dinner guest.
    After a conversation using discretion and tact,
    your car and driver shall bring me safely back.

    SWF, tall, fit, black hair, blue/green eyes, some say "beautiful,"
    challenges your mind. a.k.a. The "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress"

    Copyright 2008 Paula M. Rose

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     Poem # 25 

      Date: 2008-01-24, 9:47AM PST

    Tree Bark Is Wet and Dark

    The night has come,
    and like the rain, it has gone.
    Now it is after dawn.
    The trees near you and those near me,

    watch to view and oversee,
    what words I write and what they say,
    no secrets can they give away,

    or I shall not live another day.
    To whose mystery is it that I appear to be,

    holding one or many a key?
    What secrets could I possibly know?
    I am only an ordinary Woman from Alaska,
    a place known as The Land of Ice and Snow.

    Some appear to have me to be,
    listed as an enemy, of their group or agency.
    Lurking and peeking, trying to be sly,
    while behaving as bumbling and coercing Fools,
    using others to be your eyes, having them speak lies,
    convincing only yourselves as "Cool Guy Spies."

    Shame on you for slipping so low,
    using childish behaviors when you should know,
    that I do see, every gesture and Tell which passes by me.

    More fodder for my book,
    keep it coming! Show me that "Look."
    So experienced I have become,
    in analyzing body language and the patterns I see,
    I am stating publicly, only the Best group may employ me.

    You don't need to look like James Bond,
    or have arrived in L.A. from across The Pond.
    Experienced and intelligent you must be,
    to raise my interest, then grab me.
    A change from monotony we all desire;
    The Doors words are timeless in "Light My Fire."

    SWF, tall, fit, black hair, blue/green eyes, some say "beautiful,"
    challenges your mind. a.k.a. The "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress"

    Copyright 2008 Paula M. Rose

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   Poem # 26

   Date: 1969-12-31, 4:33PM PST

(Date Stamp Error, actual publication date was January 25, 2008)

    Laugh Loudly, Big Tree

    Yes, once again, it is I.
    Some of you smile, some do sigh.
    My request today is specific,
    in a field which some of you are terrific.
    A Tech Tard, I am,
    so very poorly do I understand
    how computers and networks interact with me,
    I do miss data and files frequently.

    All the safeguards I thought I had used,
    but others have accessed my files, and perused.
    I have spent countless hours attempting to understand,
    how PC's and Windows work hand in hand.
    The time has arrived to ask a Man, one who is patient,
    and will show me the lay of the computer skills land.

    Where in Vista shall I find, the data links

    to who has been viewing
    what comes from my mind?
    Access and security measures have fallen

    under silent attack,
    Now I shall turn the tables, and learn to Hack.
    Nothing illegal or disruptive shall I do,
    Stealth and covert my actions will be, imperceptible to see.
    To an impressive size my knowledge base will grow,   

    knowing what you do, and where you go.
    A counterattack approach, you could say;

    I will not be stepped on
    like a roach.
    To the top of the hill I shall climb; with my skills,

    and my clever mind.

    As a Woman, I must ask
    Where is my Sir Galahad to share this task?
    One who knows connectivity and linkage,
    where to seek the logs and footprints of those who peek.
    Books to read, gear to purchase,

    let me know what I must have,
    which products have some merit;

    if you have useful information,
    please share it.

    My stats below, as I sound the call,

    in this dating world "Free For All."

    Hear ye Programmers, Network Engineers,

    Techies, and Hackers!!

    You I seek, to share the mysterious computer tips

    and tricks,
    send them from your lips, or fingertips.
    An intelligent mind knows where to find,
    the traces and markers someone less careful

    has left behind.



    SWF, tall, fit, black hair, blue/green eyes, some say "beautiful,"
    challenges your mind. a.k.a. The "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress"

    Copyright 2008 Paula M. Rose
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    Poem # 27
    Jan. 28, 2008

    The Tree Did See
     a little bee, flying by slowly, and rather obviously.
    So deliberate was she, it had to be,
    a goal oriented woman, on a mission with a purpose,
    disguised as a buzzing and annoying bee.

    No rose colored glasses covered her sensitive eyes,
    she was graceful and specific in her movements, determined to be
    noticed,
    announcing her presence with a few fly bys.

    In the US and in Italy, the little bee was seen by each Tree,
    each wondering how she as one so small, yet was so irritating to
    them all.
    In every season of each year, they watched her movements, even when
    she was not near.

    Will any branch of either Tree, be the one to solve this Mystery?
    Is there possibly a strong and powerful limb,
    who knows that taking risks are not done on a whim?
    A well thought out plan it must be,  a map created to set this
    little bee free.
    Skillfully and quickly accomplished by a well prepared Man, or agency.
    Or will someone new appear, armed with the right questions to ask;
    receive the answers, and fulfill the task?

    Is this a story about a Bee, or a poem about a Woman of Mystery?
    How will the ending come about?  Quietly? or with a shout?
    If one of you does have a clue, send a reply to me from you.
    There is much more I could say; but for now, I must prepare my resume.


    SWF, tall, fit, black hair, blue/green eyes, some say "beautiful,"
    challenges your mind. a.k.a. The "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress"

    Copyright 2008 Paula M. Rose

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        Poem # 28 

        Jan. 30, 2008

        Money Grows on Trees

    I'll take my share, from your leaves.
    There are many ways to make money,
    some are mysterious, like how a bee makes honey.

    The Fed has said, because the markets have been red,
    today is yet another day to give the almighty dollar away!!
    They did vote to lower the rate, to clear the gloom,
    one would presume; around our economy as of late.
    Or is it a preliminary way to clear the room,

    of negative thinking and skeptical minds?

    Perhaps a small and important move

    as part of the plan to lower the boom,
    prior to a well orchestrated and crashing zoom,

    to a bottom selectively defined?

    Please do give me your report,

    who is holding the dollar short?

    SWF, tall, fit, black hair, blue/green eyes, some say "beautiful,"
    challenges your mind. a.k.a. The "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress"

    Copyright 2008 Paula M. Rose

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         Poem  # 29

         Feb. 1, 2008

    Watch Me, Big Tree

    As I search the Angels' City seeking thee.
    Up, down, and all around;

    your roots are buried within the ground.
    Hidden within your feeder system so vast,

    are many secrets in my past.
    Who you are and what you do, was a mystery;
    now I have a clue, or two.

    Dirty Deeds which have been done;
    some will never again see the sun.
    Streets here have the same names as those I know,
    where I come from in Alaska, the town of Juneau.
    Identical names for a cemetery they share;
    who was buried, and what happened where?

    Tomorrow night I shall be in Downtown L.A.,
    walking through the dark and quiet streets,
    after the stars come out to play.
    Same place as we met before,

    back on that warm summer day.
    We both know that it is true; what you did, and how I knew.
    I shall be wearing my simple dress of black;
    those watching will radio each other,

    "It's her, and she's back!!"

    Same area, from the hour of 8:00;

     I will walk until it is quite late.
    It will not matter if you are a spy,

    or perhaps just a regular guy;
    See you there, it's a date.


    SWF, tall, fit, black hair, blue/green eyes, some say "beautiful,"
    challenges your mind. a.k.a. The "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress"

    Copyright 2008 Paula M. Rose

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       Poem # 30

       Feb. 4, 2008

    Fabulous Old Broad with Overgrown Tree

    a sense of humor is needed to get on my list;
    seeking a hunky and intelligent LumberJack, or Arborist.
    A Man with a plan I desire him to be,
    a specialist in clearing away landscape debris.
    Armed with a reliable chainsaw,

    he is an artist in action to see.
    Always working precisely, never violently, or recklessly;
    he know exactly what he sees,

    and how to clear the shade over me.

    One who is skilled in using the equipment

    of his craft and trade,
    to prune the branches, and spray the leaves with Raid.
    Never careless with his power tool;

    always smooth, reassuring, and cool.
    Removes quickly and briskly the "bugs"

    and branches which tug,
    wraps up that job, then gives me a hug.

    Let me say it another way;

    one that's clear, which you can hear.
    I enjoy writing, and telling a joke.

    I am not a mushroom under an Oak.
    An ordinary and peaceful Woman I am,

    using creative words to be heard.
    Trim that Overgrown Tree for me,

    convince it to leave us quietly,
    and my private and satisfied Landscaper you shall be.
    I do not have a pool; I will please my Man, and his Tool.


    SWF, tall, fit, black hair, blue/green eyes, some say "beautiful,"
    challenges your mind. a.k.a. The "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress"

    Copyright 2008 Paula M. Rose