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october the 6th 1997 to why one second ago and counting

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wayoutwalt
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0 posted 07-20-99 01:40 AM       View Profile for wayoutwalt   Email wayoutwalt   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for wayoutwalt

What stood in front of the boy he had seen there before
All neatly wrapped up in a convenient metaphor
The hinges from which he’d always swung safely upon
The door crept slowly open revealing she was gone

There instead stood a lady whose eyes he thought explained
How beauty would find a place where horror always reigned
A tinge of disappointment he couldn’t keep in check
His smiling ear to ear from the head upon his neck

She greeted him with warmth and he followed close behind
Soon he would not look back there was a future left to find
She drove him away; he had no car, where had he gone
The door to the house where the hinges he swung upon?

The county fair was there they rode the Ferris wheel
And all this time he had the chance a kiss that he could steal
But the boy was just that and what would take to make a man
A silent prayer went up “Dear Lord this lady can?”

The feeling told in many tongues simple to understand
That someone else in the world would want to hold his hand
She took hold so gently as to initiate his soul
A little reminder that soon she would make him whole

After parting ways he searched for stars that never moved
Which one was his mother smiling down that she approved
He thought she might have her hand on the shoulder of his love
To protect this one from her vantage point above

The night was dark and the devil was not liking this
He had used all his schemes but the boy had gone amiss
Love was a bond the boy would never need forget
A star was born that God had hued the color of her wit

In his bedroom these last nights he would ever lay alone
Thinking on his mother whose star now brightly shone
It might be a ball of gas or an angel’s scattered toy
But that star would ever shine just for that little boy

Years would pass as the man lay beside his wife
For hours they would cry recalling his mothers life
With child in her belly and laughter at their feet
They would smile together sadly their tears tasting sweet

This is the last in the three poems i have dedicated to my moms passing the other two are buried in the forum feb 11th and feb12th-oct6th 1997 are their titles thanx all for enduring my healing process

[This message has been edited by wayoutwalt (edited 07-20-99).]
© Copyright 1999 Walt Burns - All Rights Reserved
DreamEvil
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1 posted 07-20-99 01:47 AM       View Profile for DreamEvil   Email DreamEvil   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit DreamEvil's Home Page   View IP for DreamEvil

walt, this series is humbling, seeing what you can do, is breathtaking. I'm humbled.

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Shall I indulge in flights of fancy hampered by clipped wings?
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2 posted 07-20-99 01:50 AM       View Profile for Dragon   Email Dragon   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Dragon

Way to go Walt.......!!!!! Love it!!!!
Alwye
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3 posted 07-20-99 02:48 AM       View Profile for Alwye   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Alwye

what a wonderful way to heal. Another heartfelt and fitting piece. I like it.

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..And down from the eternal heavens comes fate's jewelled fingertips, it's magic flowing into awaiting souls..--Krista Knutson


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4 posted 07-20-99 06:10 AM       View Profile for ~one voice~   Email ~one voice~   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for ~one voice~

Walt, you made me cry! This is so lovely! You're healing process is a certainly beautiful process to be a part of. Thank you for sharing yourself.

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"I never kissed somebody so that they would break my heart."

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5 posted 07-20-99 02:56 PM       View Profile for Gentle Soul   Email Gentle Soul   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Gentle Soul

I love it walt.. great job!

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6 posted 07-20-99 04:08 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

Merely stunning. Thank God you are mending, otherwise these emotions we would never feel.

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Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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7 posted 07-20-99 07:08 PM       View Profile for Balladeer   Email Balladeer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Balladeer's Home Page   View IP for Balladeer

If, in some mysterious way, she can see what you've created, no doubt she is very proud, Walt.
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8 posted 07-20-99 08:25 PM       View Profile for Poet deVine   Email Poet deVine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Poet deVine

Poetry can be such a catharsis can't it! Sometimes to write about pain is to heal it! Now, it's time to move on with a smile and a lighter heart. Good luck!
sea_of_okc
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9 posted 07-21-99 09:59 AM       View Profile for sea_of_okc   Email sea_of_okc   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for sea_of_okc

Ah walt I know the feelings expressed here. My own mother passed about 6 years ago and never got to see my youngest...
I think I will go have a good cry now...thanks walt
doreen peri
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10 posted 07-22-99 04:44 PM       View Profile for doreen peri   Email doreen peri   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for doreen peri

My periscope can see now see through
the heart and soul and true of you.
Although your mother left your life,
God blessed you quickly with a wife
and children to complete your world
and out of darkness you were hurled.

And now your children look to you
as you looked toward mom... with precious love.
This periscope can now see through --
how God has blessed you from above.

dp
tori
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11 posted 07-25-99 03:11 PM       View Profile for tori   Email tori   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit tori's Home Page   View IP for tori

You must feel good Walt, as well you should..
Very good work here from the heart....

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If with pen in hand I've made you think
I've not wasted one drop of ink
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