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Little Donkey Serenade |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores 
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Little Donkey Serenade ~*Marge Tindal*~ Read me now this open book Laying before you just one look Among the pages of my past Reality tells if the vision lasts On the shelf of self to remain Unopened pages of the same Feelings that you've no doubt read Written better in my head Laying now in sweet repose Just a heap of goodness knows Nothing here but tattered pages Dog-eared, torn and left for sages Nevermore the raven said with a nod from death's first bed Among the coats of gabardine seldom worn seldom seen Caring not if I enjoy I'm but a ragged tag-eared toy Fur no longer held in place Scrubbed me bare with fond embrace Lying now in parlor chest knowing that I stood the test The test of time within this rhyme Nevermore will I be thine Nevermore will you hug me tight Outgrown such need in grown-up night Donkey serenade is done Packed away for future son ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
I really hope this is your very own donkey and not your kids'... hehe... I still had my "shaggy dog".. but my daughter stole it... She's still got it though... I guess it worked for the "future daughter".. eh???...  I love this one, Marge.. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Nan~ Thank you for 'loving' it.  Today my son and I were going through some things of his ... there was his little donkey, tucked away so lovingly. He got it when he was four years old and finally put it away when he went off to college. The little thing is almost bare from the caresses of a child in slumber. He's getting married next month and so tenderly put it back in his cedar chest for that first son to cuddle when he comes. Teary-eyed this mom could only hug him and smile. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
Marge~ So sweet and brings back memories!! I used to have a teddy bear....took him everywhere...wore off the material on the feet and hands so my mom patched him up for me. Still have him to this day...he outlasted her even. Thanks for helping me to remember. This was a touching piece. Just wonderful! LW |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Well, your son did the right thing, Marge. When you get married, it's time to kiss your donkey goodbye!!! |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
LoneWolf~ Thanks, hon. It's a memory shaker alright ! Balladeer~ And some of us just MARRY THE JACKASS ! ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Oh Marge, what a treasure...both your poem and your son's cherished companion. My eight year old Sam still sleeps with "Piggy," his raggedy pal since he was two. Loved this one! ~ Claire Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
was it a steiff donkey cuz ill give yuh buck fifty for it yuh i think thats what they are worth yuh buck fifty i'll pay...great poem |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Claire~ That's so sweet ... so pleased you enjoyed. It's a tender moment for sure. Walt~ No ... It was a soft donkey .. not stiff ! But it was gray when it had all it's fur. Glad you liked ... thanks for playing THE PRICE IS RIGHT !  ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
I loved this, and your comment to Balladeer was wonderful! It was such an original piece, I couldn't wait to read it when I saw the title. Kathleen indy31_99@yahoo.com |
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ESP Member Elite
since 2000-01-25
Posts 2556Floating gently on a cloud.... |
Awwww, this is an adorable poem.....I still sleep with a puppy soft toy that I got when I was two! Love this poem! And my stuffed puppy! Love and hugs, Lizzie  "Poetry is the true expression of my soul, it is my ultimate means of communication. It is my rainbow of delight." |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
hehe not stiff but steiff its a brand kinda like beany babies they gotta tag in their ears says steiff and they are worth way lots cuz they old i once found a steiff oselot thats kinda like a dunno leapord at a garage sale paid dollar for it sold it at my grannies shop for 150 dollars o yuh end of lesson |
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Lorraine Nisbet Member
since 2000-05-18
Posts 218Jersey City, NJ USA |
Absolutely love this poem. I miss my floppy eared bunny. ~Lorraine |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
This is a wonderful poem Marge! Makes me want to get out my daughter's blankey and bury my face in its dusty memory. Thanks for sharing such a treasure... |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Ah that was excellent cute with some dark undertones, "Nevermore the raven said with a nod from death's first bed Among the coats of gabardine seldom worn seldom seen" A donkey that talks like Edgar Allen Poe... that is scary. Great poem, and I am not telling what my childhood toy was. ------------------------ "Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? " Douglas Adams. Small Black Flowers That Grow In The Sky "You have your very own number They dress your cage in its nature Once you roared now you just grunt lame Pace around pathetic pound games Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks Wanna get out here you're bred dead quick For the outside, The small black flowers that grow in the sky They drag sticks along your walls Harvest your ovaries dead mothers crawl Here comes warden, Christ, temple, elder Environment not yours you see through it all Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks Wanna get out here you're bred dead quick For the outside, The small black flowers that grow in the sky Here chewing your tail is joy" Richey Edwards |
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Nate Dogg Senior Member
since 1999-11-15
Posts 1658Georgia, Fulton |
A very happy and joyful poem, great job Marge, it kind of took some courage to a piece like this and I admire it. Nathan |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Kathleen Thank you. It flew to the page. So very, very glad you liked. Lil' Lizzie~ Awwww ! I'm especially glad that you like it. Now you'll always remember David's little donkey along with your stuffed puppy. Walt~ LOL ! I know - I was 'pulling your leg' ! Truth ? I called my son .. it IS a Steiff. He says, "Not at any price." (but I know him .. he'll be scouraging at the garage sales) Lorraine~ Thank you. Bet your 'floppy-eared bunny' misses you too ! Martie~ The cedar chest of memories holds many treasures. HUGS my loving friend. BrianM~ It flew to the page in two minutes flat ! So ... go with the flow of Poe ! I guess (afterthought) that 'death's first bed' is the giving up of youth? Still mystified by the 'coats of gabardine' myself ... that's the fabric of choice of the marvelous muse who layed this one in my inkwell. Nate~ Thank you, darlin' Don't know about 'courage' ... but it flew with rapidity and seemed to have a mind of it's own> Glad you enjoyed it. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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