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Santa Monica Summer |
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Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
The first sweet smells Of a summers day complete My memories of yesteryear That have become clear to me. Of walking on endless beaches Whose sand is softly course The winds that come over me From the waves off-shore. Of sunsets I watched alone And thoughts of inner peace That strange sort of personal triumph I seem to crave again. To what I have lived This life that yearns to shred My hopes, my love, my sweet dreams Or my wonderful sense of dispair. So to summers first smell I say Bring on what you can give But leave my heart and soul alone Let them fly amongst the wind. |
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Jamie Member Elite
since 2000-06-26
Posts 3168Blue Heaven |
it seems so sad , yet at the same time hopeful. Jamie Tu ne cede malis, sed contra audentior ito. - Virgil. "Yield thou not to adversity, but press on the more bravely". |
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Beth Member
since 2000-07-06
Posts 468WA, Australia |
~A touching poem....really enjoyed this read~ ~Blessed Be, Beth~ |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
MichaelG~ Oh .... when we walk the beaches of our minds - What treasures we find - enjoyed this !  'The winds that come over me From the waves off-shore. Of sunsets I watched alone And thoughts of inner peace That strange sort of personal triumph I seem to crave again.' ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
I enjoyed reading this...it reminded me of a few years ago when I lived in Long Beach and I had a girlfriend in Santa Monica so I hung out with her there...I liked the pier and the promenade...the street performers...the restaurants...didn't care for the beaches that much...Huntington and Newport beaches were much nicer...James |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
To what I have lived This life that yearns to shred My hopes, my love, my sweet dreams Or my wonderful sense of dispair. So to summers first smell I say Bring on what you can give But leave my heart and soul alone Let them fly amongst the wind. ------------------- your really doing some deep soul searching of late ... and finding some excellent inspiration in your self as well this is so perfect... those last 3 lines...they are poetry in motion..truly take care jm I think I could need - this in my life If you're gone - baby you need to come home there's a little bit of something me In everything in you MB20 |
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