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 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 368
we forget.....Page 25 of 25    (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25)
grampa john vv
lived a grimey, blue collar life
with the sun in his eyes.
grampa john was a happy man.
he floated, like we have for generations,
from new york to pennsylvania
to toledo where he worked
in a smokey, sweltering factory.
i was told that every day when he left his work
he smiled when he crossed the street
and went home to the spice bar,
a tavern not as loud or hot
as the factory of broiling steel
and iron platens slamming iron plates.

the men were loud in the spice bar.
i was told that grampa john,
sitting at the bar sipping schooners
of nickle beer, made men laugh,
listened to their stories
and broke up their fights, and
sat on his stool
sipping his rosary of cheap stroh's beer.

many years after he retired
and ran a 5 acre farm
with a coarse ozark mountain woman.
they had pigs and chickens and corn.
when that life ended he moved in with us
in a new neighborhood
and hung out in the jeep tavern
across the street from the willys jeep plant.
i was told that he was called the mayor
of the jeep tavern by the men who hung out there.

the morning in march that he died
i was 9 years old and loved my gramps.
he was sitting in a chair in the living room
with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders.
when i was hustled past him by my mother,
sent off to school and away from the inevitable.
as i passed him the mayor looked at me,
he winked and then he smiled.
i never saw him again
except in my heart.
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 384
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Short Poem ( I guess}
Posted: 9/18/2009 4:19:57 AM
I once heard a story from a dear friend
which hauntingly drew me in.....
she had only recently lost her mum
for cancer had taken her quickly
and though she was not a warm motherly woman
from beyond this realm she called my friend.....
for years their relationship had been strained
abusive she was beyond all reason
but in the end a message she did send....
for in that call through the wind that blew
was played just a tune my friend knew....
it was the one thing her mother had shared
the one memory she held of loving moments when she cared
when she taught her daughter this one tune on the piano
and so when the phone rang and all she heard
was that tune through the windy sound
something caught my friend from beyond
for she just knew it was her mother around.....
now many wanted to not believe
such a thing could happen
but my friend was convinced most assuredly
and then it happened again quite unbelievably.....
not six months after her mother had passed
her father followed suit also from cancer
shocking my friend and her family
having hoped their years with him would still be many.....
but within a short time after his passing
her phone rang one day when no one was home
and so her answer machine started recording.....
my ears did hear the message from that day
again just a song was played
from long ago when her father was young
going back to the days when my dear friend's life had just begun.....
I will never forget the sound of that call
as if from so far away
but all who heard the message when played
were blown away by the miracle of it all....

and so dear riv
when I read your words
of your call shared above
where all there was
was that song playing
immediately what came to me
was this story...
so just maybe.....
well, you know what I'm going to say....
it just may have come from another realm
as unbelievably as that may sound
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 387
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I Don't Want The Top Of The Mountain
Posted: 9/18/2009 6:56:04 AM
riv...writing from work, so very quickly,
but wanted to send you and your family a hug.
 hummingbirddancing
Joined: 6/27/2009
Msg: 388
I Don't Want The Top Of The Mountain
Posted: 9/18/2009 7:38:57 AM
Floating Down River, I can so much respect what you are feeling.
Wishing you all the blessings I can muster, and your family too!

The poem posted by Tranquilrose........."Crabby old woman" was a real Gem!
I am a nurse and this poem so surely touched my heart my friend.
Everything I have read here was wonderful!


That time
the one we thought
we would finally
be free
becomes an extension
of our lives
Caring and giving
back to those
who loved us so
truely and dearly
It is like a sweet, sweet
melody that rings
Our hearts become
stronger !
Our shoulders become
broader...
Our Souls begin to
understand the true
meaning of life!


 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 392
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thanks for your beating heart
Posted: 9/29/2009 12:02:45 AM
with each breath
life lives you
as you row silently
through its fluid landscape
through its wondrous skyscape
breathing the love
that fills the air
with each breath
 Miss Anctil
Joined: 9/10/2009
Msg: 394
Short Poem
Posted: 10/2/2009 2:58:58 AM
A poem I written years ago about my exboyfriend.


Vampyre's Breathe

He's dark handsome mysterious,
with the sent of nautica cologne.
His breathe has the smell of
cigarettes.
When he breathes against you,
its like fireflies dancing on your skin.
His passionate kisses promising,
he'll be yours for all eternality.
With you knowing you'll be his for
all eternality.
Having the feeling of his breathe,
and kisses he gives you for your
eternal life.
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 400
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Another Rainy Day Poem
Posted: 10/11/2009 5:52:28 AM
it is not selfishness
to speak of one's weariness
when you're giving so much
back to those who helped us grow
for some acts of love don't show
in ways anybody knows
until they get a sense
through your presence
that you care so deeply
seeing from your history
love is the greatest energy
that moves us beyond
the temporary confines
of body and mind
reaching from the heart
teaching love is that vital part
connecting all space and time
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 404
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passing...
Posted: 10/14/2009 3:34:34 AM
on a hummingbird's wing
your father does soar
guided with sacred love
you could not have given any more

he knew this so deeply
feeling the support of his beautiful family
brought him more joy than ever before
guiding his life to his last breath
guiding his passage now in his after death

dearest riv, and all your sisters and brothers,
sending love and special prayers for your mother
presently in a state of limbo
and yet I suspect somewhere she does know
that where your father is now leading
she will be sure to follow

for in health they lived raising all of you
now in his passing his love will shine through
entering the magnificance of the sky
lifted high on a hummingbird's wing
he's free now to be the light
while angels gather and sing




 tranquilrose
Joined: 4/24/2008
Msg: 411
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Desert
Posted: 10/30/2009 1:17:52 AM
Desert
Parched
Arid

Sorrow
Bereaved

Falling
Tears
Open
Floodgates

Expressing
Sympathy
Love
Hope

To
Riv
And
Your
Loved ones

Extending caring compassion
May your memories sustain you
As your dear one
Rests peacefully
Free from pain
In God's eternal garden
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 416
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The Eyes of a Child
Posted: 11/17/2009 4:55:05 AM
'A child arrived just the other day,
He came to the world in the usual way.
But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay...'
*

the day we all let the children in us come out to play
will be a wonderful day indeed!
like a garden needs the earth and rain to grow
our spirit feeds our inner children, you know,
helping us all to see the beauty our souls have come to be


~ ~ ~ ~ ~
*first three lines of that wonderful song 'Cats in the Cradle' by Harry Chapin
 lipotufu
Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 417
The Eyes of a Child
Posted: 11/17/2009 12:36:04 PM
the ancient oak leaning
with leafless fingers
she reaches to the earth.
inside her the seasons
wait their turns. inside her
is the knowledge of the child
inside her, of the stories
inside her. in my mind
spring is possible
everyday. inside me
are stories waiting to be told.
she and i comrades, each of us
alone, each of us together.
open the fence gate.
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 420
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Privacy.....
Posted: 12/6/2009 10:52:41 AM
floating sometimes freely
feeling supported in safety
sometimes caught in currents deep
tossing and tumbling off our feet
the sea drowns us without pity
as the world sometimes seems empty of her humanity
so often happens with the illusion of separation
when we forget at our core is our unity
when we forget we have such a store of empathy
when we choose to close our heart and body
and lose our ability to be friendly....

yet we carry the seeds to open again
and, like a flower, to blossom



 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 431
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Get On The Dog, The Greyhound Race Again
Posted: 1/3/2010 5:10:04 AM
it is a new year
a new decade
so let's set the stage
with a new set...a new page...

a new set of beliefs
releasing the thiefs
that have taken our energy
even subliminally....

let's start the year
holding very dear
those far and near
for we know any moment
we might lose our life here


sending you a new year wish for happiness riv!
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