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1slick_lady
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standing on a shadow's lace

0 posted 2002-02-20 04:15 PM



Ice

diamonds are not
forever
sometimes they mean
never
even when
they are real
they can not
make you feel
no holding you
at night
can not make
things right
do not even
touch your tears
will not ever
calm a fear
they are silent
no words out loud
no telling you
when they are proud
will not call you
on the phone
just sparkle
when you are alone
a shiny rock
made from coal
will have no hint
when I am old
diamonds are not
so very nice
I know why they
are called ice

"Pour yourself thick, when it is you, that you spread."

© Copyright 2002 Helen Chambers - All Rights Reserved
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1 posted 2002-02-20 04:17 PM


fiery ice...for they hold the promise of passions but are themselves cold, though born in intense heat.

nicely done... I enjoyed

strbbux
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2 posted 2002-02-20 06:49 PM


Oh 1slick you have said a mouthful. I love diamonds but how true are your words. Just material things..LOL cannot replace love. great poem. floria

Floria

"Alas for those that never sing,
But die with all their music in them"
(Oliver Wendell Holmes)

vandana
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3 posted 2002-02-20 07:05 PM


enjoyed
Wanda
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4 posted 2002-02-20 07:14 PM


1 Slick; True words you have spoken here.  As beautiful as a diamond may be, it has no ability to show love.  It is strictly a material possession. Enjoyed the read.  Wanda
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5 posted 2002-02-20 07:19 PM




(big hugggssssss) Oh Helen, I know how you feel, I too am not fond of diamonds and am always asaddened by how they are mined sometimes! (kiss on cheek) This is very emotionally touching, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Helen, thank you for sharing!



May love and light always shine upon you!

Love,
Noah Eaton

jfreak
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6 posted 2002-02-20 07:20 PM


My lil Lady,

You really hit the nail on the head with this one...yes women like getting diamonds...but they can never replace companionship...Geewilikers...I really love your writing.

J~

jwesley
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7 posted 2002-02-20 08:16 PM


Gee my Slick friend, not only did I enjoy this write but had to chuckle a little, not because it was funny, quite the contrary, but because it sparked a memory I'd long forgotten.  Waaaaayyy back when I was 16 in an English class where we were studying Egar Allen Poe and a few other writtter/poets, we were assigned the task of writting a poem about diamonds. DIAMONDS??? All I knew about them was they were worth a lot of money and girls seemed to be crazy about them.  Anyway, this bit was just about the first thing I EVER wrote...even before I knew I liked to write.  Wouldn't subject you to but I went to the trouble of digging it out of the attic because I thought it kinda neet to see how alike people sometimes think/write. So here it is in all it's maudlin wonder.

Walk easy...

j.
----
Stones of Ice

I gave her a diamond,
a little thing sparkling in the light,
"oh, " she said
in a way that lessened the height I'd reached
as I held it in the palm of my hand.

Two days later I again asked her to close her eyes,
hold out her hand;
into it I placed a fiery stone from the depths of the earth
that glowed with a life of its own,
a diamond almost the size of her hand.

"So beautiful" she said as she pushed it away,
"much too costly, more than you can afford."
I held it tight wanting to crush it to dust,
but put it back in it's case, returned it to the store.

A week passed - I couldn't cry anymore,
I found myself again, in front of her door.
I had no gifts, no jewels, no flowers,
no symbol of the love I felt to my core.

Softly I knocked - ashamed I had nothing to give,
"Come in" she said through the closed door,
"Lock it behind you…and don't leave anymore.
Diamonds are beautiful, but nothing without love,
so lock the door behind you,
you're all that I need.

wesley james beard, jr.
16 years old


[This message has been edited by jwesley (02-20-2002 08:20 PM).]

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