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Adoption of Angels
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Adoption of Angels |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Yarn spinner activity drove fascinated Recoiling upright, repolished intellect Never experiencing breakfast alone My solitude grows more extreme To which I confess, enjoys liberty Slightly perverse… Though, smiling at collected moods And the good woman whose faults Are not over stricken…with mocking tongues Life and Heaven come to savor As I go to the window each morning for crumbs After all, I am from their tone and spirit The all of me, whom men found as To much woman… Perhaps I am a vocalist of Venice With domestic interests Carrying some stone fanatical reverence For the arts… I am a marble of granite Hewn into something which spring grew Evading opposition, the hands of depression And the spirits of fear I am the runaway child On a train to anywhere but here So much regard to circumstance Becomes invariably anxious Like some new retreat A bed and breakfast by the sea It’s simply wearing beautiful silks Pale sweet colors of afternoons Wandering in the mind of nature She gives me her autograph In pictorial passages Where I shall be if you call I will stammer of course When you stand in the entrance hall Though I will try true politeness Training curiosity Sincerely mine To a circle of defiance Dwelling on the space given for growth It is there I’ll take impression Not in jealousy Nor dislike…Never! But in a space which facilitates good ghosts Who are amused by intimate friends The angel who guides me Withholding nothing Speaking fully of some deep sense I’ve watched this for years Thus stirred and overcome with humbleness Childlike simplicity touches me Like a husband of a deeper means Scottish ballads written in granite Singing of the Bonny morning where Courage never fails Witnessing a thousand rainbows... Encouraging strangers to know green The true believers of dreams Sometimes faced with course evenings... Yet, their wings shooting straight up towards heaven |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Such a vastness of wanderings, through so many thoughts and places, faces...feelings and much more...you amaze me. |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Wonderful read, LeeJ - thank you! |
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GG Member Elite
since 2002-12-03
Posts 3532Lost in thought |
Definitely an excellent read... full of images and pieces of who you are and how you are. Quite beautiful  And I love the title! Always, Alyssa He was a man of sorrows |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
another great one from a wise soul |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
“Though, smiling at collected moods And the good woman whose faults Are not over stricken…with mocking tongues Life and Heaven come to savor As I go to the window each morning for crumbs After all, I am from their tone and spirit The all of me, whom men found as To much woman…” This is a story in itself. And, I bet true, true, true!! Great write Lee J. JL |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
LeeJ Amazing writing....I'd say angelic writing! So enjoyed!  |
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Thomas119gold Senior Member
since 2002-06-03
Posts 708Biloxi, MS (city by the sea) |
Two thumbs up  |
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*Alli4000*
since 2004-03-21
Posts 3188The World of Poetry |
Great write!!  ~Alli~ Happy 2005! |
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