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D.Lester Young
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Austin, Tx

0 posted 2003-07-02 11:11 PM


Do tears feel
the birth of a son?
Will a son’s tears ever stop
as your time nears?
Sadness damming emotions
still clinging reservoir of hope
depressed soul needing
a mother’s cuddling.

Cradle of change,
mother’s undying love
never meant to be forgotten
even if the Lord taketh
your breath away.
Memories rocking the crib
the special love within
mama’s boy needing you.

From the spirits that bore me
to fly in the winds of time
exploring the emotions evolving
a child turning into a man,
accepting the gauntlet
from a crippling miracle
the child arose into a mother’s lap
to face the challenges of the world.

In the grief I may have given,
you taught me to stand tall
never diminishing my esteem
every mistake needing encouragement
your shadow holding onto me
letting me know the love
you had for my dreams.

If I could give you a special gift
words of creativity within me.
Dynamic garden of delight
floral arrangement of imaginative beauty
floating rainbows of tender wings
humming birds buzzing of nectar
wild flowers of sensual designs
fragrances of perfumed pleasures
blossoming affection of Nature’s treasure
mother deer nurturing her young
dancing dawn of innocence
aging owl of magical wisdom
hand picked bouquet of words
showing mama, I love you!
Tears then showering warmth
moisture of divine respect
hoping for another miracle,
creativity with father time
the epitaph of motherhood
blessing this ole soul
turning him back into a child
needing his mom’s smiles.

Dad is flying high awaiting you
my brother, your son next to him
having too recently departed
creating great discomfort within you
and your two remaining angels.
My sisters love is so special
she shares my feelings
understanding my many faults.
So I will take family leave
to be by mom’s side giving comfort
in the same way she stayed
by my side in childhood illnesses.
Mother, I love you.

Depression has set in,
dark arms of living nightmares
creeping shadows of gloom,
must stay strong in appearance
holding back the tears hurting
continue to write poetry
from a broken heart so fragile
shattered in serenities turmoil
writing roller coasters
amusing the minds of time
blessed with the love
given by others bearing children.

Note: I am trying to finish a book called Writing Roller Coasters that will be dedicated to my mom. Poetry about living in non-conformity, riding roller coasters of life’s pleasures. Obviously it has its down side and may show too much of a now recluse poet, by showing all his faults. In dreaming about success, I keep finding way to falter in living opinions. With Mom driving me harder now, I will publish soon hoping to show my special dedication and maybe even sell a few books to those that never failed me. For all those poets who have silently seen me grow, hoping to see me climb the mountain, I am in the foothills of the challenge. I feel guilty of dreaming for it is really not all about me, just something I must finish for the love of those still believing in that I have something to offer. I must give thanks for the miracle that made me walk after crippling polio. (That is what they said I had.) That upon seeing a Christmas tree I stood up and walked to my mother’s lap pointing at it, while their was tears of happiness streaming down her face. Maybe in a fantasy, I can created a Christmas tree for her to enjoy, sparkling with so much love it will melt her heart, as we hold hands into eternity. May God bless the one’s we call mom, dad, sis and bro, for they are all family united in each other’s feelings. Give a poet a hug for sometimes they need it to feel worthwhile.

D.Lester Young
Somewhere in America not on company time 07/02/03


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1 posted 2003-07-02 11:18 PM


*sniff* This really made me shed tears, so much emotion.. Very powerful, and great write..
KoKo
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since 2003-02-15
Posts 995
Inside the shadow's shadow
2 posted 2003-07-03 01:44 AM


I gotta admit...I'm pretty terrified in replying to this. I don't think anything I could say could add up to this amazing piece. I'm afraid of not adding up. I don't know how to express how I feel about this...I just want you to know that...I read it...And...I tried to reply...But I can't find the words. I'm sorry.

I'm wishing you all the luck I can with your book! That's impressive!!!!!

I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man.
--Chang Tzu

passing shadows
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since 1999-08-26
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3 posted 2003-07-05 02:05 AM


I wish I could get in my car and drive up to Tuscaloosa and hug you in person, my friend.

I do know all about what you've written here, very sad, very depressing, very well described pain.

You will do well in your book, I can tell. Write on, and share the roller coaster rides with me. An outstanding piece of writing here! You have my heart.

Jennis#1
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since 2003-07-08
Posts 112
IL, Usa
4 posted 2003-07-13 11:48 AM


Wow. wonderful poem. It made me cry so hard.

keep on posting, you have talent.

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