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In The Chorus
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In The Chorus |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada 
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Those high school sweetheart days we loved, we fit together hand and glove. We sang in sunsets spilling gold I still hear the songs we wrote. We kissed behind the schoolyard fence your searching lips were so intense and our hearts skipped and whirled, oh you were my only girl. You mothered me just like a boy I smothered you just like a toy. We were young and living dreams falling into destiny. In the heat we'd sing a toast to King and Taylor's lyric rotes, we sang two heart harmony and in the chorus our souls would meet. One on one a sculpture carved together we were modern art. A model for the world to see singing change with words of peace. We were clean and music deep pure like moonlight on the sea. We lived the fairy tales of hope the brand new home the future wrote. We built great plans for future tasks working on our dreams to last. Those growing years we spent together we thought they'd go on forever. But the nature of the boy singing songs telling stories opened doors beyond the stage here tommorrow gone today. When the praises came to rest I tried to fight them with my best but the change from boy to man often blankets older plans. The years upon your throbbing breast have stayed with me at heart no less. But I booked away to other spoils the freedom from our midnight oil. Now I sing the tavern shift a folksey rover with a gift. But there's a lost and unheard verse that can't explain our love and work So I still play us but there's no you, just smoke filled rooms and jaundice moods. When it comes down to the truth there was no gamble in our youth. Swept away by rushing tides we filled the needs we craved inside. But changes flow from buried streams and surface in the thoughts we breed. So now it's over past the end In the chorus we sing again. We were young and living dreams falling into destiny. In the heat we'd sing a toast to King and Taylor's lyric rotes. We sang two heart harmony and in the chorus our souls still meet. © Eric True This is a rewrite! The role of poetry is to utter the un-utterable; to open up spaces of consciousness and resistance; to language oppressions; to re-language historie [This message has been edited by ethome (01-16-2002 01:24 PM).] |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
i dont remember this..but time sure flys doesnt it..love those prom days too ha..enjoyed ethome..thanks for posting..  ~Victoria~ You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses. |
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strbbux Member Elite
since 2001-12-19
Posts 3859 |
Eric, such sweet memories, very nicely written. floria |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Eric--Ch ch ch changes...always happen, sometimes living bitter sweet memory..but that is the way life is..each love still nestles in the heart, none the less. I love the way you write, you know that..so glad to see you here! |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
'We sang two heart harmony and in the chorus our souls still meet.' So beautiful, Eric. The entire song is wonderful, and trips down memory lane always bring both smiles and tears. But that line about heart harmony is fantastic. Wish I had written that one! |
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Silver Streak Member Elite
since 2002-01-02
Posts 3625FL, USA |
Sad and beautiful. Enjoyed!  -Silver Streak Sharing God's Love through perfectlovepoetry.com |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (tears fall down my cheeks) Oh my gosh, this is soooooooo beautiful but yet tinged with sadness too. Memories are such precious things, and I have very few I ever want to hold true, for I still dream of finding happiness in life and living this kind of love! (big hugggsssss) Memories are very precious, sweet friend, always hang on to them, all the way from your high school sweetheart to here and now! May the beauty of love always echo in your heart, sweet friend, we all love you so much! (sigh) God Bless You! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Eric, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
How much do I love this????????? This read like a song! How much????????? I love it! This much.......... Bravo!!!!!!!!!!!! [This message has been edited by Irish Rose (01-16-2002 02:29 PM).] |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
Oh my gosh...you can sing this to me any time, Eric....I love the way your words always sing so beautifully when I read them. I always know when reading your poems that music will fill my heart....*sigh* I love it...**big hugs**  Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams. |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
ethome - such a wonderful write of those days held inside. It's a beautiful poem... BC |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
Oh Eric, you know I would sing with you anytime sweet poet man |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Thanks to all for the comments they are so much appreciated! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
The years upon your throbbing breast have stayed with me at heart no less. But I booked away to other spoils the freedom from our midnight oil. Now I sing the tavern shift a folksey rover with a gift. But there's a lost and unheard verse that can't explain our love and work So I still play us but there's no you, just smoke filled rooms and jaundice moods. When it comes down to the truth there was no gamble in our youth. Swept away by rushing tides we filled the needs we craved inside. But changes flow from buried streams and surface in the thoughts we breed. So now it's over past the end In the chorus we sing again. We were young and living dreams falling into destiny. In the heat we'd sing a toast to King and Taylor's lyric rotes. We sang two heart harmony and in the chorus our souls still meet. ================================ how did I miss this... this computer has me so far behind *sigh* well I found this gift of melody and rhyme divine...and Im so glad to get to read it again...this is a beauty E-babes. you rock sweet poet pal!!  It's not like you to say sorry |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
I dont remember this from the first time, but sure am glad that I caught it the second time. Well done ethome. On the wings of words our spirits fly....and our souls are free. |
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Cerenity Member Elite
since 2000-02-16
Posts 2637Escondido-California |
Hi Ethome, Wonderful writing here, you have painted a picture that most of us carry deep in our hearts as well and you brought back wonderful memories for me thank you. Love, Cerenity "God doesn't have to be reminded that we exist. |
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