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Posted: 6/25/2008 11:00:57 PM | I will always fall short...
Its only my nature...
Vain attempts to
reach your heart.
No heart was found.
In my search I have found
that strength is there
because you need it to carry on.
That is what we are here to do...
Fall short
Tell the story
Try again
Carry on... | |
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Posted: 6/26/2008 4:53:05 AM | we live
we give
and soon forgive
our friends and foes
our past
ourselves
we grow
we know
at least thought so
until humbled
and stained
to start again
journey to behold
and so it goes
to live and give
and soon forgive
ourselves
(just a tiny little offering ash...such wonderful writes here...interesting stuff ...am simply blown away...) | |
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Posted: 6/26/2008 2:34:38 PM | When the door closes
the latch hits the catch
Breifly there is darkness
I reach for a match.
Seeking where to turn
feeling along the wall
The closeness for which I yearn
Given to with my all.
The darkness seems to linger
Slightly longer than I can stand
Then my shoulder feels your finger
I turn and grab your hand.
Words no longer needed
Its all there in your eyes.
The darkness has receeded
Your light displaced my sighs. | |
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Posted: 6/26/2008 3:06:55 PM | The darkness has receeded
here we stand now bathed in light
for so long my weary eyes
have longed to find you in sight
so slowly I approach you
drinking in your beauty with my eyes
of my elation in finding you here in this darkness
this I truly cannot disguise
breathe in do I your scent
thoughts wander to a culmination of two
your perfume so softly sprayed drifts to my senses
your sunshine flowing has me no longer feeling blue. | |
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Posted: 6/26/2008 4:30:36 PM | Thank you.
My darling youngest girl,
How could I ever let this be,
You were brought into this world by Love and into Love
God you were so beautiful, so like your mother
How could I allow your independence and my stupidity
To erect a fence between our Love
I was tall enough to look over
But I neglected that you might not look up
And perhaps my life wasn't one to look up to
But the Love I claim
Was created by him that all look up to
And what God has created not even I could destroy | |
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Posted: 6/26/2008 10:47:58 PM | And perhaps my life wasn't one to look up to,
perhaps we went a different direction one day,
When did you feel it I sometimes wonder?
Saying the past does not matter doesn't change the fact.
Placing your trust in one so completely
and to be so completely trusted is both
the most awsome responsibility and deepest compliment.
Now that your gone my profound understanding is exact.
Thanks to you all for sharing... | |
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Posted: 6/27/2008 7:44:09 AM | thankya rose for leavin' that here....even the "tiniest" of offerings can be grand....
and as i was saying to my ma here in the pond....there's an awful lotta new faces floating around here, dontcha think?....and some mighty fine writers and insights at that....most great to have new perspectives and words to soak in.....welcome to the pond ya'll!
lafandlive & Duke ~ most enjoying your perspectives....please do come again.... | |
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Posted: 6/27/2008 9:14:20 PM | your sweet Rose....
I had hoped they would leave it there
that they would not care.
not the only sweetnes I can imagine...
but a musing due its comendation
all to soon the beautiful things seem to pass.
"Your are sweet Rose"
The sound hangs in the air
they can take away the Rose
but it remains its energy and lingering
floral scent heavenly ...
my apologies for my poor gwamer and punkuasion... | |
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Posted: 6/27/2008 9:58:22 PM | [Placing your trust in one so completely and to be so completely trusted is both the most awesome responsibility and deepest compliment]
Awesome lafandlive, I have written that down for it says soooo much. I appreciate you taking off on my line and running with it. For others that is not the line I was referring too. I have taken off on one of your later posts, hope you don't mind but when my grandma died I sent over an arrangement called the Rose of LaRochelle, you brought back good memories bud.
My Rose of LaRochelle
I was not there with the family
As God took you from the vase
But he left for me
Your floral scent lingering
A reminder of a love uncontaminated
By the smell of one's life
A true feeling
That overcomes ones shortcomings
Without dimenishing ones faults
And sees the goodness in ones soul
The beauty of a Rose | |
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Posted: 6/27/2008 10:07:32 PM | Duke... If I write something its an expression of something that I just want to put out... But if you are bothered at all by me using a line please say so... it inspired me to write something and I just went with it... That line about trust really is pretty profound huh? God I wish I was truly that deep....
and I bet if you read enough writings you will find so many similar items... But it is said that when the spirit of a departed loved one is near you can smell roses... fascinating...
Bob | |
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Posted: 6/27/2008 10:20:22 PM | Bob,
C'mon you're a poet, it is a privledge to inspire someone, whether it be words or action.
That line was very profound, I guess that's why we write to somehow try to penetrate all the crap that's in us to get to our soul and express it somehow. I know for me sometimes I have trouble finding the words even when I can get that deep. Keep writing, hope you won't be troubled that I may repeat your line (I will give you the credit though). And yes I am new to this site and there is alot of great writes going on.
It is inspiring me to write again.
Duke | |
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Posted: 6/28/2008 10:50:09 AM | The beauty of a rose
The layers of petals fraught with memories
I smell lemons, I smell cinnamon
I smell rose essential inside the fragrant casing
I am transported by aromatic influence
That only the roses delicate scent can bring
I am pricked by its thorns that ease my blood to the surface
They burrow cruelly under my skin, stinging
I am pricked again and again and again when I prune the limbs
But the pain almost pleases when I see the beauty of a rose,
For it makes every drop of blood worth it and is quickly forgotten
When once again I am lost in the scent of memories, lemons and cinnamon | |
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Posted: 6/28/2008 3:03:17 PM | putting his tiny hands on my face
his little eyes look deeply into mine
moma...i miss you already
will you be okay without me to snuggle with at night?
who will say thier prayers for you to sleep moma?
i'll try to be brave for you, mom
okay, just one kiss for you & a hug
i have to go now
i love you, moma
angel boy doesn't realize
how proud i am of him
how very much i thank God
appreciating the fact that he chose
me
to be his moma
blue eyes shining with mischief
pouncing on me
sitting on his head on the couch beside me
telling me this won't last forever
someday i'll be a geoligist
and study rocks
but until then...
i'll be your blonde haired blue eyed boy
that prays for you
and protects you
and loves you
as his legs fall in my lap & he kisses me
scampering off
love you moma...
split second s*mooch over his shoulder
as he hits the road | |
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Posted: 6/28/2008 11:00:06 PM | every poem herein is just raging with artistic flow. sometimes one has to relax and pay close attenton. thank you all for the inspiriation.
naive. | |
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Posted: 6/29/2008 1:34:54 AM | Hearts and roses entwined together,
Symbols of love forever and ever.
Two loving hearts beating as one,
Surrounded by red roses and warmed by the sun.
Beautiful couple with bright shining eyes,
Hands reaching out to each other.
She in her gown of satin and lace,
He with the broadest of smiles on his face.
There at the altar they knelt side by side,
The Priest began to pray.
God looked down from Heaven above,
And sent to them a pure white dove.
The symbol of peace flew into the church,
Surprising those who were there.
Then sat among the roses red,
Wings outstretched and bowed snowy head.
Husband and wife walked down the aisle,
As pealing of bells filled the air.
There was much talk about their deep love,
And hearts, red roses and the very special dove. | |
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Posted: 6/29/2008 9:28:07 PM | you have an appointment
second week of july
we are very thorough
eyes open, mam...
we take in consideration
the variables many
intelligence level
temperment
personality
does the child bang his head
was the pregnancy normal
mitagating factors
no yes no
all the same answers as six months ago
we might try this
and observe how it goes
he is not a lab experiment
respect him as human
ask HIM how he feels
as thoughts run through his head
at lightning speed
ask him how aware HE is
when his meds are on time
God, please stay by my side
as we do it again
frustration
irratation
and thanks it might only be this | |
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Posted: 6/29/2008 10:01:02 PM | Jujubee in Arki'
Where bouts in that thayer state might y'all reside???
Just curious my Mom's from there ... Mountain Home...
any who your last write... I hope it works out well for you... Take care ... Bob | |
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Posted: 6/29/2008 10:53:31 PM | "I hope some day we can...
be together again..."
"You know you have
things you need to change"
That sounded strange.
Remembering the day we came together
how nothing could stop us
and so... we moved ahead
not caring what they said
The signs I never read...
Time passes so quickly as we
face the cares of the day..
Then changes seldom noticed
make small marks we're ok...
More time slips away.
Even in the toughest times
I stayed behind you all the way through.
Times you were Lost
I paid the cost
I did what I had to do. For you.
Remember when I went to the mat..
Laid it all out for you?
Your temper flared you acted scared.
"Whats the matter with you?"
Whats the matter with who?
The times for endless hours talking
the things said we wish we could erase.
The things we should have could have done
But never the right time.
Never the right place.
So checking out who me? no way
The thought I never dared.
Remember all the times you threatened?
No I don't want to see it your way.
The truth you were saying my dismay.
Time makes liars of us all.
and I'm no exception here.
It's just my worn out beaten self.
I have no more desire dear.
This story's ending is clear.
It seems we spend more time
Working out how to end it
Then we do working on what went wrong.
When you think the world has to change for
You to feel better... you are always wrong.
With that I will end my own personal pity party.... | |
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Posted: 6/30/2008 6:45:10 AM |
"Whats the matter with you?"
Whats the matter with who?
me?
....the matter.....
is every single ever-living molecule of me
that has nothing left to say to you....
but when I spoke these words
you never heard
your deafened ears
only hear
what they want
well......everything they want
except me
you only see
from an outsiders view
gone askew
in a mindless, selfish, pitiful excuse
that you have for perception
no rising inflection
here
and no fear
...just go....
you'll never get it
'cause you never had it
and once you get it
i'll be on the next time around
learning something else
that you won't understand
what an interesting place you hold
as you search for place holders
and this....will continue....
to be
the dance
that
we do
me.......being me
and you............
being you | |
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Posted: 6/30/2008 7:59:49 AM | | might I add that it was nice to read the rest of the writes left here......good to see you guys around....and thanks for stoppin' in! | |
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Posted: 6/30/2008 4:05:24 PM | gravity release
i break free of earthly bounds
soaring above all
released pain & tears
opened my mind to travel
reaching through the years
soaring above all
sun on my face, wasn't this
the dream of all dreams
that time won't erase?
(borrowed & worked together) | |
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Posted: 6/30/2008 10:26:55 PM | Released from pain and tears...
stored up throughout the years..
what makes us hold them in
so long the reason not so clear.
Granted there was a time
They would serve my own grand scheme.
Looking back from where I stand
Not as useful as they might seem.
Pitiful was my heart bitterness ensnared
So many days in foggy haze
Always the same ending in rage.
How can I turn the page?
Time and time have and gone
This has not gone away.
Expressions of anger seems to attract the same.
In fact it is a truth. Just more pain.
Apart I've found a peace
A peace somehow I'd lost.
Accidentally I found it again
watching children play in the park.
Tears are few but profound
Not over what some would imagine.
Tears over acts of kindness
Gladness for the reconciled.
Just to feel again without it being a threat
Safe to express it and see it expressed.
Pain is a place
Tears a grace | |
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Posted: 7/3/2008 10:28:20 PM | i don't want to trust anymore
i don't like landing flat on the floor
heart torn into fragmented shards
thinking what if there hadn't been a me & a you
what does it take
how does it stop
time rests my soul
letting down my guard
not making a sound
God bless them
God keep them
without within
peering inside the looking glass deep
reviewing
reliving
it all
while i sleep
gasping, breathing
another step down
maintaining as always
as time will allow
darkness comes creeping
stealth in the night
twisting turning
anything to fight
the nightmares that beckon me
just out of reach
once again look for meaning
something to teach
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