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SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
The Library of Life Life is naught but saga, An epic adventure. We are likened to a book, See how our pages are filled. Each page Sheds a different light On our abilities, On our feelings. Glance through these pages Read about the love and hate, Feel the joy, experience the fear, Listen to truths and lies. Notice strength and weakness, See who are givers and takers. So much hardship Pain and suffering Jealousy... so many emotions All channeled throughout The chapters... of our books. See how moral, chaste and pure We are, then turn a page Observe the coarseness And obscenities That reside within. We exist in this world That we are not apt To understand. We are but a mass Of contradictory enigmas’. Our folios are unique To each one of us, As we stand propped up Against each other, In this enormous bookcase We know as life. Needing and leaning Against each other for support, Crying out to be read, To be understood. We are authors of our fate. We are mysteries, murders And comedies. We are romances, westerns And adventures. We are scientific fact, Biblical truths As well as atheists And agnostic ideals. Encyclopedias, history And classic literature. Journals and diaries. The list is endless... A gloriously colorful Hodgepodge of writing We are living manuscripts, We are fact and fiction. Such diverse entities Just muddling on through The best way we know how. We are chronicles and legend We are the past, The present and the future. We are all a representation Of a Master Being, A great story teller Who has given us the right To co-author, to make choices And yet has us corralled Flanked by life and death Between covers of our book. Look at our covers! Some have been mishandled, Abused and they show Enormous wear and tear. Others have been shown Nothing, but consideration And great respect. Regardless Whatever the condition Of the tell all binder, We cannot stay concealed And hidden. Once the pages are turned, We are an open book for all to see. Oh to be a book of quality, Our cover tooled from nothing But the finest leather. Sitting on the best shelves Of this Bookcase of Life. Treasuries of such classical, Dignified publications. Quality writings, Brimful of love, laughter, Commitment, honesty, Good humor and tastefulness. Such books impart Such a genteel warmth... From their pages That can benefit the coldest heart. They are stories of lives, Well lived and lived well. As in every writing, every book These tales have bad times, Yet they appear to hide Within the recesses Of forgotten paragraphs, For they attract the reader For no more than a fleeting moment. But fear not if you fall Elsewhere than this category, For that does not make you The most read or understood, Or even the most enjoyable. The book cannot be judged By its cover. All of us will endure, Not only in this lifetime, But in those already past And in those yet to follow. We are without doubt, Tomorrow’s voice and history. So whether we are fine tooled, Leather, Cardboard, cloth Or paperback really makes No difference at all. We all have an ending A last chapter and a last page. See how glaringly blatant The final words are, One cannot help but see That they are not ...‘the end’ But rather...‘to be continued‘. Accordingly we should live our lives As we would wish those Who follow us ... to live. Our final chapter Should render forth anticipation For a great sequel. We are but Poets of our souls, We will forever... Linger. |
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SharaRose Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2501Somewhere out there~ |
This rang out of equality, and was a very forgiving write. It took *ALL* of us, and placed us on a plane of [just the same.] Contrary to popular opinion in certain circles (in society) we are all created equal, and we will all remain that way. We all come from a womans womb, and we will all end in ashes to ashes, dust to dust. I appreciated this write so much, because no person is any better than another. We all begin the same way, and we will end up the same way. It's who you are, and the actions of your life that matter in the in-between time. If I spend my time snubbing people rather than loving them ..then I don't think I have much to look back to when I am old, and gray. In my older years I want to be able to look back, and see I made mistakes, but when I did my motive was to love not to hurt, or harm anyone, and to do to others the way I would have them do to me. We are all human, and make mistakes, but in the deepest parts of our being we are ALL good, and what we want is good for all people concerned. We are *ALL* a pretty good lot. This was amazing!!!!  SharaRose @-->-- p.s. So sorry for such a long comment. Of sound, and speech let all lift the hearer! [This message has been edited by SharaRose (08-15-2003 10:38 PM).] |
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2dalimit Member Elite
since 2000-02-08
Posts 2228Mississippi coast |
...The list is endless... Enjoyed... Melton |
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Trillium 
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
SPIRIT: What an impressive poem! I'm glad I got to read it! Betty Lou Hebert |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
I enjoyed your representation of each of us as a book with a tale to tell. Very interesting concept. Joyce |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
We all have such stories to tell, and only you can bring that into your own special light the way you write. I have truly missed your postings, and so enjoyed this. |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggssssssss) God Bless You, sweet friend, this is wonderful, and yes, it is essential that we all must work to be the hero of our story and though we all will experience tragic flaws, we must make it an effort to make it end as a comedy instead of a tragedy and have our children to thumb through the pages and not get papercuts or disappointed by the lack of denouement! (sigh) This is such a wonderful comparison, sweet friend, your heart is a library of love and wisdomn, and each of your poems are among a card category of blessings, yay, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Das, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth |
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