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Posted: 4/25/2009 2:14:28 PM | Bonfires of memories
Dark nights
linger inside
like leopardspots
I got em ...good
marked for life
inside I read em
at night ...
all alone
no one in sight
Candle burning
bright in my room
fire in my heart
ignites my mind
like hidious rewind
hits my darkest
warmest spot
... it gets very hot
like a furious fire
lighting my desire
I rewind
every night...
while I rewire...
in a couple days
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Posted: 5/10/2009 9:10:52 AM | Another year has gone so fast
Although my memories of you
still last , deep into the heart of me
Genuine and real , I see
A Mothers love is always near
holding my hand, calming my fear
Had I known how strong this would be
it would not have taken ...so long to see
Every little thing you did
every little word you said
each and every tiny thing
reminds me of the love you sang!
My heart is older , more serene
But in my heart ...
you are Everything!
Today I hang my hummingbird feeder
exactly where you did so many years!
It is a ritual that you gave to me...
Each morning I come back ...
to see!
And on that wonderous morning bright
I look out unto morning light
A tiny fluttering Angel brings...
a peice of you...
and my heart sings!
Happy Mothers Day to All! :) | |
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Posted: 5/10/2009 9:16:41 AM | These last two poems were touching J. I am glad you have all the words inside to speak for us all on Mother's Day. I couldn't write one poem last night although I did try.  | |
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Posted: 5/10/2009 10:37:38 AM | Thanks darlin...and do come again! When ever the time is right! I do love your poetry!
Alone is a word
defined apart from
companionship
though it does not
define ...unhappiness
Awareness of it only
says it is self imposed
thus...I am the Rose
of my solitary abode
looking for my rogue
whom has seperated
from his herd , searching
for another abnormal
guest absurd and longing
a desire that is yet ...
unheard
Yearning for that
undisturbed treasure
infinite pleasure
So precious in my mind
stored away for another day
for a kind mans find!
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Posted: 5/23/2009 6:58:01 AM |  i simply...love this story. Thought I would pass it on!
Love Before Meeting
John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose.
His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind. In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War II.
During the next year and one month the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like.
When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting - 7:00 PM at the Grand Central Station in New York. "You'll recognize me," she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel." So at 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen. I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened:
A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive. I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips. "Going my way, sailor?" she murmured. Almost uncontrollably I made one step closer to her, and then I saw Hollis Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A woman well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes. The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away.
I felt as though I was split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own. And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that was to identify me to her. This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever be grateful. I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the woman, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment.
"I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?"
The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is about, son," she answered, "but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test!"
It's not difficult to understand and admire Maynell's wisdom. The true nature of a heart is seen in its response to the unattractive. "Tell me whom you love," Houssaye wrote, "And I will tell you who you are."
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Posted: 5/23/2009 7:07:39 AM | Love's Risk
Author Unknown
Submitted by ARareJewel
There is a risk involved in everything
Every time you share a smile
Every time you shed a tear
You are opening yourself up to hurt.
Some people tread slowly through life,
Avoiding the closeness risk brings,
Side-stepping the things they can't understand
Turning away from those who care too much,
Those who care stay too long,
Those who hold too tightly.
There is never an easy way to love
You can not approach it cautiously
It will not wait for you to arm yourself.
It does not care if you turn away
It is everywhere, it is everything.
Love is the greatest of all risks.
It is not reliable, it is not cautious,
It is not sympathetic
It is unprejudiced and unmerciliess.
It strikes the strongest of mind,
And brings them to their knees in one blow.
Even in the best of times, love hurts.
It hurts to need, it hurts to belong,
It hurts to be the other part of someone else,
Without either of your consent.
But, from the moment it overtakes you,
It hurts worse to be all alone.
The risk of love never depletes;
It grows stronger and more dangerous with time.
But, it's in the total surrender of all defense,
That we, no matter weak or strong,
No matter willing or captive,
No matter what, we truly experience love.
Despite the many things love is not,
Outweighing it all are the things that love is.
Love is surrender without a loss.
It is a gift without the cost.
It consumes your every thought & desire,
Every breath you take.
It is the fire that fuels you
To do more than pass through life;
It urges you, instead, to live.
No matter the outcome, having felt love,
You will never be the same.
It may scar your heart & soul
And Leave you only memories of forever.
Or, it may cause every day of your life
To feel like there is no need for tomorrow.
But, love is worth it. It is worth the risk...
For in all of life,
Love is truly the only risk worth taking.
Author Unknown
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Posted: 7/4/2009 1:05:41 PM | In the new Blue
I hardly ...remember
I even knew
you
Up Yonder
someday when
we meet again...
Blue Eyes cryinnnn...in the Rain
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Posted: 7/4/2009 1:23:12 PM | No matter the outcome, having felt love,
You will never be the same.
It may scar your heart & soul
And Leave you only memories of forever.
Or, it may cause every day of your life
To feel like there is no need for tomorrow.
But, love is worth it. It is worth the risk...
For in all of life,
Love is truly the only risk worth taking.
Author Unknown
Amen ...brother! or sistah!
The truth is the truth~! :) again....I cannont say it enough! :) xo | |
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Posted: 7/5/2009 7:15:36 AM | nectar of love
so sweet on your lips
nourishing my body and soul
by and by
as time floated by
bitter aftertaste remained
not of you
but of me
feeling unable to breathe
i sighed
put down my drink
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Posted: 7/6/2009 1:26:31 PM | Thanks Rose......a real truth there!
After all of the years
wearing clothes
that didn't fit
Wanting things
out of reach
Knowing not
how to please
I recognized
these eyes...
the ones I wear
I began to see clear
Things looked brighter
I have always been a fighter
Yet I layed down the sword
Realized , I wanted more
I wept in my own way
Honored life for the day!
Discovered things I had missed
Precognition or wish?
I went on to discover
this childs innercore
Now I am not at war!
My life is not in balance
yet each day brings sweeter
sounds ;
I pretend to ignore
yet it makes my senses roar
Life is something of a puzzle
yet my balance is another
tide coming in
Never sure if I will win
Yet I try each day to love
Give my debt to the above
Learn from things that come my way
Just to enjoy another day!
I am blessed!
For another loved one falls ...
while the Angels above call
It is only just one day...
we have to feel this very way!
So believe in your heart...
follow dreams
never part!
It is all you didn't give yourself
yesterday...
That can come and fill you up...
Today!
It was intended to be ...just that way~
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Posted: 7/6/2009 2:15:35 PM | Hope that all is going well for ya hummingbird.
I looked with a smile upon my face
As I read the notebook paper folded upon the front porch
I recalled I was his age when a girl first called me
And now he is seven and such a sweet kid
I read the words and smiled a broad smile
It was his first love letter
It had has name written at the top
Then underneath his name it said I like you
Then underneath that it said I love you
I asked him about it and saw his embarrassment
I spoke not another word and put it up for a keepsake
My little boy is growing up so fast
He's not even gone and I already miss him
But the pride and love in my heart grows more each day
As he continues forward on his journey to being a man
I am so thankful to God that so many see the kindness and love within his heart
For that big ol' smile of his
And the kindness in his eyes
And one day, shall he remember these days
I hope that he remembers the love in m eyes for him
And the great big smile that I always have for him
It seems like only last month he was born
As I vividly recall so many memories
And I know that next month that he shall have a life of his own
And if God willing, I hope he has the pride in his children that I have in him
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Posted: 7/6/2009 3:33:28 PM | A mysterious quality of enchantment
this life holds if we only
search for it~
It may not be the way you...
meant it
It may only be what is left of it
Something left to be free
an Angel flyin
tooo close to the ground~!
:) thanks J.D. , beautiful! | |
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Posted: 7/28/2009 3:32:19 PM |
I understand that years make us more real
I didn't understand it would take so many years
to feel!
I have felt everything that I didn't
I find that I was so damn ignorant!
Young and caught up in life and rigorous exercise!
I lost the essential meaning ...of Life!
I let my disappointments take me there!
In relationships I was barely ...there!
I let life run a course of insanity
While I cursed endless nights of profanity!
Only wishing to be there...
I was a Steak...rare, and waiting for my fair
waiting love ?
If the moon was present last nite , why did I
go somewhere else?
I had not a hint of the Moonlight~!
I tell ya people...I am NOT right`
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Posted: 7/29/2009 10:48:53 PM | staggered memories
i remember when you were born
a tiny little bundle of baby
looking nothing like my father, nor your mother
but, then, i never think babies look like anyone
there was joy, in the midst of sorrow
as i hoped to be a part of a family
and learned i had no place, there
yet, still i hoped
naïve in my youth and desperation
and the years passed
and the resentment grew
i remember when you were two
and i paid a visit, to get to know you
still hoping to be a part of…something
but, i wasn’t, not anywhere close
and the manipulation of your mother
well, let’s just say it was obvious
and, around this time, i learned
she was using the boobs my dad bought her
to manipulate other interested parties
and the years passed
and the resentment grew
i remember it was a few years later
when i had set legal precedent
and was awarded my due share
that i heard from your mother
after years of silence
saying how i had my degrees
and could expect a huge income
and i should give my share up to you both
pleas falling on dead ears
and the years passed
and the resentment grew
i remember when you were fifteen
and your mom contacted my lawyer
saying you wanted to get to know me
and so i called you
with only one ground rule
that i need not speak to your mom
but, suddenly, there she was
as false as ever, snake that she is
so, i had to cut you off and protect myself
and the years passed
and the resentment remained
i remember three weeks ago
when you found me online
and attempted to connect with me
and you still look nothing like my dad
nor like me, or like your mother
whose get are you, really?
you’re an innocent, i know
but, still, i don’t want to let you in
as i trust you no more than your mom
but, i think i will have to
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Posted: 7/30/2009 7:18:26 AM | Hey girl...Great to see you here! Your poem , it is very real to me. I have been there aswell. It is a truth us children live. It divides us forever. And we really never did a thing to deserve it. huggzz :)
At 12 years old, a discovery
Being an only child all my life
I was to find , I was not alone!
With the cruel intentions of
one sad and bitter woman
and alittle help from her other son
I was to find out in my classroom
I had a little brother...
a halfbrother that I had never known.
Becoming friends with this innocent kid,
he began to unravel a story that chilled me
to the bone. Yet it also warmed me
in a way I still cannot describe to you!
He was his mothers son...he befriended me
made me smile , I really liked him.
He told me a story one day at lunch
about a boy I had never met
He introduced me to the idea ...
I had a little brother.
I was afraid to tell anyone
I didn't know if I should run home
cry, smile, tell my Mother
I was deeply with thoughts that no
twelve year old should ever have to face
yet I knew, these words could never be erased.
I kept this to myself for many weeks
I talked with this boy for many days
after school walks and lunchmeets
I made it a point to try to catch him in a fib
a lie, something untrue about the whole scenerio
Yet it was never to be, he was telling the truth
I knew it in my heart.
He knew everything...my Fathers name
his job, where we lived,
my Mothers name...he was honestly true.
I cannot remember much of how I brought myself
yet I did, I told my Mother about this boy
I told her all the things he had told me
about this little halfbrother
I can only remember the look on her face
Nothing else much mattered after that.
I can remember things changing
I remember waking up one Saturday morning
finding a young boy of five years old
in the backyard with my Dad
I remember him telling me something
like this boy...is " like a son to him."
I remember feeling so very sad for the boy.
He was brighteyed and beautiful
sweet and playful.
I remember my Mother hugging him
very ...very hard. With a tear in her eye.
I remember wishing he could stay forever.
But he didn't .
My parents divorced several years later
after a lengthy seperation.
I remember being in my early teens
driving to his Aunt and Uncles to get him
They raised him.
I remember feeling so cheated
I remember feeling so sorry for how he had
been cheated out of a family.
I remember loving him an awful lot!
He grew up , and he distanced himself from me
I grew up and went my own direction
He moved far far away when he had grown.
We kept in touch , but not really in touch
That distance always was in the way
The last time he called me , I remember it so well
It was when his Mother had died.
My Dad had been dead for years...
We had made it through that, with him in Florida
Me here in Ohio.
He asked me to come to the funeral.
The woman that had essentially torn my
family apart...
brought me and my little bro back together again!
I attended the funeral and I remember feeling so
out of place there.
This woman had little heart in my world
yet I did attend for my brother
We talked , we stayed up late in the nite
If only for that one night we were closer than most.
We talked about things that some take lifetimes to talk about.
I hold him in highest regard to this day...
yet he is much like me.
A loner and very self sufficient.
And that distance...the one that they put between us
way back then.
It still lingers to this day...I often pray it will go away.
But it doesn't .
It is these kinds of things that punish children.
Children that seek only love and acceptance and family.
It is something very precious that can never be fiXED...
not really. Not after it all.
It is a pain that really never ever goes away.
humormonger....please feel free to come again! :) | |
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Posted: 7/30/2009 8:07:24 AM | FRIEND MEMORY.
Memories, are a hurting cling, in their haunting
Should the past lay tight to an escapist mind
But the path, to freedom’s road is less daunting
Should you allow tension’s release, the unwind
For this safe pasture is the field of soft grazing
The head which lifts and see life in new aware
So the gentle drift of hurt has negative’s erasing
Leave old grazing rights to those without care
That does not forget sense of a grieving right
Though looks attentive to the rise of new dawn
To cross the bridge which promises a new light
From a mind which lived a life, tired and worn
Memories, which are enemy’s stay, will never end
Out the hurt from the heart, make memory a friend | |
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Posted: 7/30/2009 8:53:59 AM |
Memories, which are enemy’s stay, will never end
Out the hurt from the heart, make memory a friend
Thanks my friend, and i do hear you! :)
It is a long process and it is a bright light to lead us !
Memories are never still
Winding roads that lead us
It is in our hearts where
souls can heal
the road that finally makes us!
:) hugsz | |
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Posted: 7/31/2009 4:49:21 AM | Childhood Memory
Dear little man
Don’t you cry, don’t you cry
Don’t let me see one small tear in your eye
My sweet little boy
Can’t you see, can’t you see
The tears must not fall from you, but from me
You are now on the road to becoming a man
To learn all the things which all little men can
To grow up wise and strong, too look after me
So I am strong enough to set my little man free
Dear little man
Just be brave, please be brave
Make friends in school and have laughter to save
Dear little man, brave as can be
Love all your friends but save the best love for me. | |
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Posted: 8/3/2009 7:20:34 PM | sweet poem my friend! thank you for leaving it here! Since the last I left here, I have been avoiding coming here...to read again. I am sorry for that!
It is the deepest river
the widest stream
that leads us back
to what we need
Avoidance may work
although only a short while
Every heart knows
what it needs to smile!
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Posted: 8/4/2009 4:57:50 AM | HUMMINGBIRD.
There is no jewel of iridescence
Which, in happy suspense
Can hold the air in animated colour
As does the Hummingbird, drunk on nectar
I have seen a morning dewdrop
A swollen shimmering tear
Reflecting the rainbow's colours
As does the Hummingbird, drunk on nectar
No fancy bird of nature's paradise
Resplendent in natural hue
Can paint the air with luminescent speed
As does the Hummingbird, drunk on nectar
Would my heart flutter so fast in love
As does the Hummingbird's, drunk on nectar | |
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Posted: 8/4/2009 2:14:11 PM | Thank you R. , a poem very close to my heart! :) lovely of you to leave it here!
~Girl ~
~ by Lisa Zaran~
She said she collects pieces of sky,
cuts holes out of it with silver scissors,
bits of heaven she calls them.
Every day a bevy of birds flies rings
around her fingers, my chorus of wives,
she calls them. Every day she reads poetry
from dusty books she borrows from the library,
sitting in the park, she smiles at passing strangers,
yet can not seem to shake her own sad feelings.
She said that night reminds her of a cool hand
placed gently across her fevered brow, said
she likes to fall asleep beneath the stars,
that their streaks of light make her believe
that she too is going somewhere. Infinity,
she whispers as she closes her eyes,
descending into thin air, where no arms
outstretch to catch her. | |
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Posted: 8/4/2009 2:33:57 PM | ~If Only~
We have both
been riddled with
aches, pains
Life makes us
less sturdy
more compromised
I chose you
we end up together
Kinda funny;
not ridiculous!
lately you have
fallen unto illness
that seems to never
leave, yet I come to
your beck and call
with endless remedies
Am I selfish?
Or simply in love ?
You surely give me
unconditional love!
Are you trying to warn me?
Is this your way of easing
me into the end of our together?
Seems the harder I try
the more things find you
not healthy and well
My dearest friend ,
Tomorrow I will try to
imagine life without you
I will see that only suffering
is really not living
I will lay down my heart
understand that we must part...
but not today!
For my dear dog HOBO...heart of my heart! Hopeing he is better everyday! | |
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Posted: 10/30/2009 5:40:25 PM | Sparks fly
into the sky
outside where
we lay sometimes
by the fire
I see again;
that twinkle
in your eyes;
your love
is no surprise
my dear dear freind
You are home ..again. | |
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Posted: 10/31/2009 9:43:54 AM | Hi Autumn,
No HOBO is actually doing much better! Although my pocketbook is not, due to the high cost of specialist doctors.
Hobo is right by my side again. Getting around fine!
Thanks for your concern :) | |
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