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Professor Gloom
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0 posted 06-02-2001 05:14 AM       View Profile for Professor Gloom   Email Professor Gloom   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions   Click to visit Professor Gloom's Home Page   View IP for Professor Gloom

The chair was there where it had sat so long,
Facing outward looking to the garden.
It was there shed rest and sing a soft song,
Her hands dirty from the earth theyd been in
Planting flowers and pulling stray grasses,
Then lingers in the chair as day passes.
As soon as the days sunshine warmed the soil,
Shed gather up her spade, shovel, and rake;
Spending the morning in her garden toil,
Coaxing the blossoms only God can make.

This Spring the chair that was there wasnt filled;
The chair was there where it had sat so long,
But no one came by and nothing was tilled,
Yet the flowers came up where theyd belong.

Gloom

© Copyright 2001 Aszard Drazlom - All Rights Reserved
ArticulatedSigh
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1 posted 06-02-2001 05:25 AM       View Profile for ArticulatedSigh   Email ArticulatedSigh   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for ArticulatedSigh

Not so gloomy, if i amy be so bold. Life apparently continues on.

Another snapshot of life.

Nicely done.

For the moment swallows all things blinding our eyes to Heaven.

Professor Gloom
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2 posted 06-02-2001 06:20 AM       View Profile for Professor Gloom   Email Professor Gloom   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Professor Gloom's Home Page   View IP for Professor Gloom

Thank you, ArticulatedSigh,
Glad you liked it,
Perhaps the element of gloom is hidden,
Or you dont (like I) worry about the coming death.
Yes everything else will continue on,
The world keeps spinning.

Gloom
Sunshine
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3 posted 06-02-2001 07:30 AM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

Yes, even in the sadness of the passing, life goes on...

I would feed life....
snowpants
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4 posted 06-02-2001 10:46 AM       View Profile for snowpants   Email snowpants   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit snowpants's Home Page   View IP for snowpants

Great write, PG...love the message of which you've so wonderfully written...

sp  

everytime I close my eyes,
I see your face,
I taste you on my lips...
every night I fantasize
that I can feel you on my fingertips...

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Deep in the heart


5 posted 06-02-2001 11:25 AM       View Profile for Interloper   Email Interloper   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Interloper

Yep, they come up where you plant them.  
Just like ideas and integrity

Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. Philip Sidney (1554-1586) Loving in Truth

Victoria
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6 posted 06-02-2001 11:46 AM       View Profile for Victoria   Email Victoria   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Victoria

This is simply beautiful...one of my favorites Professor...

                       ~Victoria~


Every child is an artist. The challenge is to remain an artist once he grows up.

Pablo Picasso

brian madden
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7 posted 06-02-2001 03:04 PM       View Profile for brian madden   Email brian madden   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for brian madden

This Spring the chair that was there wasnt filled;
The chair was there where it had sat so long,
But no one came by and nothing was tilled,
Yet the flowers came up where theyd belong.


Gloom, life will always continue. beautiful thoughts. enjoyed the read

"difference between love and comfortis that comfort's more reliable and true
Brutal and mocking but always therea crutch for enmity's saddest glare"

Sunnyone
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8 posted 06-07-2001 05:27 PM       View Profile for Sunnyone   Email Sunnyone   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunnyone's Home Page   View IP for Sunnyone

Your words touched my gardner's heart today, as I read, then went outside to weed my garden.  Life does go on....we nurture other living things, and when we leave, a bit of us is still left behind in the new blossoms.
What a great poem.....thank you for this one!

The road goes on forever, and the stories never end...



Martie
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9 posted 06-07-2001 06:03 PM       View Profile for Martie   Email Martie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Martie's Home Page   View IP for Martie

Some times it hurts to see how things continue, after someone you've grown used to is gone...yet, at the same time, it makes me smile. Thank you, I very much enjoyed your poem.
Watersign6
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10 posted 06-07-2001 08:44 PM       View Profile for Watersign6   Email Watersign6   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Watersign6's Home Page   View IP for Watersign6

i enjoyed this one very much,good writing
Professor Gloom
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11 posted 06-07-2001 10:34 PM       View Profile for Professor Gloom   Email Professor Gloom   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Professor Gloom's Home Page   View IP for Professor Gloom

Thank you, Sunshine,
Im pleased you enjoyed.

Thank you, snowpants,
Im glad you relate and responded.

Thank you, Interloper,
You are very kind.

Thank you, Victoria,
Every now and again I touch a bit of beauty.
Its nice it can touch you also.

Thank you, brian madden
Im pleased you enjoyed.
I continue in hopes of see more of the wonders.

Thank you, Sunnyone,
I wish I was a gardener,
But I just bury seeds in the ground.

Thank you, Martie
Im glad you liked,
Its the hopes on the other side
That makes the hurts bearable.

Thank you, Watersign6,
Your words are kind.

To you all.
I was surprised that this returned toward the top,
Id thought it had slipped away.

Gloom
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12 posted 05-16-2009 02:34 AM       View Profile for Alison   Email Alison   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Alison

Wonderful - it reminds me of the abandoned roof garden on an apartment next door to my sister's.  The birds were still going there, but no one tended the trees or plants.  My sister said an old man used to for sometime, but he hadn't for a season.  The vegitation lived on, but it missed previous caretaker who tended them with love and pride.

Alison
 
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