Open Poetry #5 |
I Live To Write |
John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas |
Somehow I feel compelled to write- For I feel the Specter's hand- A losing battle do I fight- And yet I cannot stand.... To think of all I’ve seen and done, The places I have gone... Die with me, nor the memories Of people I have known. The desert...Oh, the memories I have of that harsh land... With it’s own unique beauties Right from Creation’s hand. The forests of the great Northwest- Their carpeting of moss- And lovely canopy of green, Which leaves me at a loss.... To frame with words... the peacefulness Perhaps ...serenity... I found pervades the very air Beneath those lofty trees. And friends? Well, Rip...he died too young And me? I’ve lived too long. Been lured upon the shoals of life By many siren’s songs. And love? Oh, yes, I’ve known that, too And heartache and despair- Perhaps no more than all my peers- With gray within their hair. I guess that I must write to live- And if that sounds too trite... Perhaps ‘twould be more fitting- If I said, “I live to write”? Visit My Home Page http://www.geocities.com/montcogunslinger/HomePage.html |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
Inspiring poem GS, as always. And to answer one question, nothing will be lost when you are gone, because it will live in the hearts of all those blessed with reading your work...You have a big heart man!!! Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... |
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Bbuzz Member
since 1999-12-17
Posts 76Washinton State |
You are such a sensitive man, Gunslinger. This world is very hard on sensitive people. I wish all were as sensitive as you. VERY well done, as usual. Thank you. |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
These works of yours are penned with passion poignant and endearing And if they spawn from unfeigned trail or poetic engineering It matters little as truth be told for I have come to treasure Your words, gallant giftings from a loving soul that hearts, alone, need measure Another wonderful poem you've shared with us, Gunslinger...thank you! Claire |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Slinger- Your words still move me. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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