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Magnus
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0 posted 2002-08-13 09:10 PM


Life isn’t a bowl of cherries,  cause if it were…
I would probably find the pits….

If I were to look inside myself and reflect on a few things..
Letting that hourglass count down all of those granules
what would I see?  Would I see me as I am?  Or….
would I see me as I think I am or want to be?

Such a tricky thing, that mirror…looking at the opposite
side of me….Seldom ever seeing the side that others
see,   Right is Left and Left is Right…..Comb your hair
and it looks like it is parted on the right, not left….
Smile and you see the one tooth that isn’t quite right,
but it is on the wrong side of your face.

I have stared in that mirror…
I have seen those eyes,  Hazel, with a touch of blue/green…tired at
times,  sad at times,  sometimes just looking into the eyes of the
face looking back….saying….my…how you have changed over
The last twenty years,  remembering back to when I could run
a hundred yard dash without being winded,  play softball,  bowl a pretty
respectable score….  Do so many other things….

The image in the mirror hasn’t changed,  except for maybe a glistening
in one eye, or maybe both….  Surely not tears?    I remember looking
into that mirror back then….20 odd years ago….and I saw anger,  I
saw a man very unhappy,  confused,  going down a path which,
though worn,  was not the right path….That path continued for
many years.   Those eyes stayed angry,  they seldom cried.  Empty
eyes.

I look now,  I see the same color,  just more wrinkles,  less hair up top,
nose maybe a little different,  the smile about the same….  But,  what I
see most are the eyes…..full of life more than ever before.  Still weary
At times,  still sad at times,  but so full of life and hope…..

The path was long,  but there was a treasure at the end.  And I still
have it……the love of my family….as I love them as well…


© Copyright 2002 Barry J. Tackett - All Rights Reserved
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1 posted 2002-08-13 09:18 PM




(smiles) Yes, life is indeed far more important than cherries and pits, for as long as we have our loved ones close that we cherish so much and our health and happiness, life is more of a fruit salad! (big hugggsssssss) This is excellent, sweet friend, know you are always loved by many, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Barry, thank you for sharing!



May love and light always shine upon you!

Love,
Noah Eaton

"Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..."

Shakira

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2 posted 2002-08-13 10:05 PM



Magnus...the truth in this goes as well for women as it does for men...I see my mother; sometimes I see my grandmother...and sometimes, when I look really close, I see the 18 of me...

You do free verse very well, Sir...

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3 posted 2002-08-13 10:26 PM


Magnus darling heart and painter with the moons light, this is exquisite. The words, which you write seemingly effortlessly, are universal truths, and truths that we all instinctively know to be right. But you write them in such a way that they become blindingly obvious, the wisdom and the grace with which you fill your poems is breathtaking, it takes the truth moulds it into a concept, a well thought out idea and presents it as the answer to which souls seek. That you could do this once would be wonderful that you continue to shine a light into the murky depths of a heart is nothing short of a miracle. Because of you there are souls that had lived in darkness and now see light, because of your words, confused and sorrowing souls will now understand that in giving they are saved. Is it any wonder that I proclaim your writing special? Is it a surprise that I say you are truly a WRITER? No it is not darling heart, because you are and I simply reflect the opinion of the masses. If I am biased, and I know I am, I probably am harder on your writing than any other. I know it’s going to be good, I expect it will knock me out, so when it consistently shines clear and bright I give praise where it is due. This is superb writing, the flow the structure are exquisite, and as for the content darling heart it is simply perfect. Do I LOVE it, I think the answer would have to be yes. I LOVE IT UTTERLT UTTERLY UTTERLY.


Love and warm stuff
As always
Mushy

Breathe through the heat of our desire
Thy coolness and they balm
Let sense be dumb let flesh retire
Speak through the earthquake wind and fire

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4 posted 2002-08-13 10:31 PM


Barry

The mirror sees the past and present, even at times, the future...but poetry reflects the inside..and I see a very lovely man!


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5 posted 2002-08-13 10:45 PM


KJ, you are definitely right about what you
see in the mirror,  sometimes I think I see
my grandfather, sometimes I sort of see my
own father....certainly as I grow older...

Noah,  life is what we make of it...and that
is what I am trying to do...

Mushy,  golly,  I don't think I am going to
get out of the room tonite,  my head is all
swollen from the kudos you heap on me...
You do know I love it...Utterly so...

Martie,  dear one,  you almost put a tear
in my eye.....thank you...very much....
Just writing from the soul tonite...can't
say why exactly,  just happening....

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6 posted 2002-08-13 10:52 PM


Magnus,
the mirror of your write
is the purest delight
but what soothes my soul
is the picture painted, whole
the courage of a man
who showns whene'er he can
that life is worth the fight
wiriting this, in rays of light.
Keth

Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind.  Unknown



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7 posted 2002-08-13 10:54 PM


Keth,  thanx my lady...it is just me getting
down deep in my soul....

Appreciate your thoughts...

PS....tell Mushy to give up the wench thing.
I am not scared any more....

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8 posted 2002-08-13 10:57 PM


Barry, I love it when you write like this
and speak from your soul.
Extremely well done!
~Hugs~

~Somewhere in my heart I'm always
dancing with you in the summer rain~

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9 posted 2002-08-14 12:31 PM


I agree with Nancy, Barry...
I really enjoyed this write...it came straight from your soul...

Where did you get those pitless cherries anyway?

Every time I get a bowl of cherries, as soon as I start eating them...the cherry part comes off...and I am left with the pits, so I guess I got some cherryless pits.

~  hugs to the man in the mirror
from the chipmunk in the pits

Lyra

copyright2002 Lyra Nesius

"poetry is life distilled"  Gwendolyn Brooks

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10 posted 2002-08-14 04:11 PM


I feel more pits than cherries lately, Barry. But this is a good write, and a good thought that family is what counts.
Love it.
Sandra

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11 posted 2002-08-14 05:18 PM


Nancy,  I enjoy the sharing...the common bond
through the words written....showing others
that we all have the same basic trials and
often times,  some of the same qualities..
Even those that don't come out very often..
HUGS Enchanting One...

Lyra,  you with all of your courage...are
an inspiration....Sometimes,  I feel that
I too am fighting a battle...just as you are
with one exception.....mine takes far less
courage than your own....and I admire the
courage that you have shown all of us...
HUGS Madame C.

Sandra,  Yep,  we sometimes get the pits
with the cherries,  but...I think...if we
let ourself,  we will get more cherries than
pits...  HUGS to you as well...

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12 posted 2002-08-16 11:48 AM


Hey Barry
exceptional write and everything Marsha said..he he     good writing my friend!

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13 posted 2002-08-16 03:32 PM


Very fine. You had me thinking about how we all look in that mirror day after day and never really see ourselves. Just what is it that causes us to finally take a real look?
When we know this, the trick is to remember.
Very profound write from the soul.

Thank you.

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14 posted 2002-08-20 02:41 AM


now this piece of writing is more in the 2002 style! I love it! And it makes me feel better about growing older.
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