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soul drifter
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0 posted 09-10-2004 07:36 PM       View Profile for soul drifter   Email soul drifter   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for soul drifter

1966

Saturday night, the girls make up their pretty red hair
and the dirty satin clad preteen gambler
lines up chances on the hood of a cherry red Rambler
take your pick, take your girl out to the fair
make a dream reality, between the lights, nestled there
a hand made halo for you to wear
you look pretty, my New York City lady
in the Asbury Park evening shade
as Smokey Robinson cries out into the purple sky
lovers walk the boardwalk, they dance and they cry
for this summertime to never ever end
for the best of times to be comin' up 'round the bend
we make our promises to the tune of a carousel concerto
the stars climb out of the clouds, soft diamonds in their glow
the 22nd street ballerina still haunts the casinos and candy rows
as the late August moon blinks his code to the blue jean flamingos
smiling on the beach through the dizzy narcotic New Jersey night
I sigh my farewell to the awakening highway as your car dips out of sight
then I kick my boothills against the dirty green wall of the arcade
combing the sand out of my hair, I sing under my breath a pretty serenade
that I've kept inside me for oh I don't know just how long
but I know, sure as the salty waves roll to shore, it used to be our song
I'll keep it for you, like brand new, inside my pocket
just keep me near you always, next to your heart, in a silver locket
now I need to be headin' back to the city by train
where dreams aren't cheap but you can live in mine anytime, sweet Jane

"Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, and tell them; and the truth of truths is love." --Philip James Bailey

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1 posted 09-11-2004 04:19 PM       View Profile for Midnitesun   Email Midnitesun   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Midnitesun

I like the way this drifts through time and space, highlghting emotional markers that bring you to the present moment.
Enjoyed.
Daniel Storm
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2 posted 09-11-2004 04:39 PM       View Profile for Daniel Storm   Email Daniel Storm   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Daniel Storm

You kinda make me want to dig back into the archieves of my own life and find that Jane...don't we all from time to time?  Thanks.
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sigh
soul drifter
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4 posted 09-11-2004 08:25 PM       View Profile for soul drifter   Email soul drifter   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for soul drifter

Ironically, I wasn't even alive in 1966. I wouldn't be born for another 13 years. But I have one of those "old souls", and I kinda wish sometimes I lived in 1966, not 2004. I'm weird that way. Anyway, thanks for the kind comments.

"Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, and tell them; and the truth of truths is love." --Philip James Bailey

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WOW..I have felt the same way...like I have an old soul and I feel like I should have been born ten years earlier. I wanted to be a sixties child...

~love and hugs
~ARH

Come,love all of me, mind, body, spirit..feel my passion, taste of me, be filled completely!

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6 posted 02-11-2006 10:25 AM       View Profile for Klassy Lassy   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Klassy Lassy

This takes me back to soft summer nights and the dances of romance, promises, and memories of first love, music and bright dreams.  I still have a  crystal heart necklace with an arrow through it that my sweetheart gave me to keep close to my heart.

Thank you for sharing this--a time capsule which definitely made me smile.  

~ Karen ~
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7 posted 08-22-2006 02:45 AM       View Profile for MGROVES   Email MGROVES   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for MGROVES

feels like a memory within my soul-

My spirit will rise
above the sea~
There will be no drowning
of my soul or me~

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8 posted 10-27-2007 05:46 PM       View Profile for Artic Wind   Email Artic Wind   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Artic Wind

beautiful poem

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