Open Poetry #5 |
She Flies With Her Own Wings (Reposted for Helmut) |
hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
She Flies With Her Own Wings For many years, he held her back He told her not to dream He was like a river wild She like a gentle stream She craved for love and happiness But kept it all inside Spent her days in quiet fear Tethered by his side She watched the sky with wishful eyes And dreamed of when she'd fly Cried herself to sleep at night As life just passed her by Caged by lifes own cruelty She was captured in his grasp While he raised his hands in anger Hers in prayer she clasped One day her prayers were answered For she left him far behind Released the chains of hurt and hate And all the ties that bind Now she flies with her own wings In skies pearlescent white Loosed from the bounds of all her fears She soars in graceful flight Where she lands will still be seen The worlds an open slate She'll write a story all her own For now she holds her fate At last she's free, no longer caged And no matter where she'll roam Those injured wings, now greatly healed Will guide her safely home (Helmut, Just wanted to say thanks for being a friend and for reminding me from time to time that all I need but do is spread my wings to fly ) When you truly know the meaning of the word Love, you will also know the meaning of the word Pain ~Javan [This message has been edited by hoot_owl_rn (edited 01-10-2000).] |
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Paul Hoekman Member
since 1999-12-28
Posts 382Harwinton Ct. U>S>A> |
EXTRAORDINARY!!!! Thank you so very much, extremely enjoyable Hoot you are. EARTHMAN |
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HelmutB Senior Member
since 2000-01-06
Posts 964Canada |
No Poet ever written prose That suits a reply…my Rose I looked up and I looked down And could not find a crown I opened lot’ s of books Could not find any words no matter how hard my looks I tried to dream Came up to an empty screen I cannot find a way To say…what I must say How shall I bring forth? How shall I state? How shall I paint? The picture deep down there in my heart I am an artist who lost his art Your poem up above Has left deep scars my heart…my Dove Do I say how much…I love May the wind be forever guiding your wings home May you be free as a bird May you be happy forever more May you find the one that you adore And if you ever need a friend, You know where to land On whom you can depend Thank you Ruth, my dearest friend < !signature--> The ability to describe life with words is similar to painting a picture; both can be powerful tools. [This message has been edited by HelmutB (edited 01-12-2000).] |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
I think I've told you before...this sounds like me and my first marriage. Thank God that we both now have the ability to fly! Nothing like it, huh?! No more cages for us! Wonderful poem, Ruth! Denise |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Wonderful Ruth! |
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Songbird Member Elite
since 1999-12-15
Posts 2184Missouri |
This is so beautiful. So true for many people. |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
I remember this Ruth - wow, it is still a song of flight - well done. |
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SnglDad Member
since 2000-01-08
Posts 115Seattle area |
Very nice Thank you for reposting this one and giving the new people such as myself a chance to read. God Bless |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Thank you everyone Helmut...thank you. It's sometimes much easier to fly with friends like you beneath my wings. Thanks for everything. |
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First__Knight Senior Member
since 1999-11-08
Posts 678 |
WIngs of Gold are all I see. Lovely as the first time I read it Being in love with someone is more than just saying "I love you" |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
David...wings of gold?? That must make me an angel Thanks! |
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Toerag Member Ascendant
since 1999-07-29
Posts 5622Ala bam a |
Yes, I believe you are an angel, With wings spread out in gold, Your talent is so evident, The way your poems unfold. Don't forget the past my dear, It's something that teaches a lesson, You'll be stronger every year, And will no longer make these concessions. I've been searching the skies so blue, Looking for your maiden flight, But I'll be damned if I can see you You're somewhere outta sight. But flying can be hazardous, Even when flying in flocks, LongJohn and Balladeer will say, I'm looking for your sweet black box. Now it could be true, but I don't want you, To think that my motives are such, But your "black box" surely interests me, It would give me pleasure a bunch. Only cuz I'm such a nice guy, with feelings for your safe return, But those two are such devious ones, They presume my real concerns. |
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Marta Junior Member
since 1999-12-20
Posts 18 |
so true for so many women...loved it. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Hoot: I remember this... It is so very lovely. I'm sorry you had those bad years... but we all benefit from the loving heart that gives those wings the courage to unfurl and fly! Well done, dear lady... in the woman and the poetry she creates! Helmut: It seemed words were failing you. *S* That often happens when our hearts are full. But you found the words to speak your heart... and your tribute to your friend is lovely! Toe: Your first verse is pure truth... the second, wise advice... and then... oh, dear me... am I going to have to add skeet shooting to my baseball bat swinging? LOL. You ARE just looking and admiring... right? *G* [This message has been edited by suthern (edited 01-12-2000).] |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Thanks everyone Toe...loved the way that started, as for the end |
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Gemini Senior Member
since 1999-12-15
Posts 1203Wisconsin, USA |
A beautiful poem, feel I'm there myself at times. Thanks. |
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HelmutB Senior Member
since 2000-01-06
Posts 964Canada |
Thank you there suthern, I have edit the message. Does that look better now? Sorry Ruth for the stambling words you certainly desreve better. But you know where it comes from. The ability to describe life with words is similar to painting a picture; both can be powerful tools. |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Hoot, I applaud not only your poem, but your wonderful spirit Liz |
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LngJhnAg Member Elite
since 1999-07-23
Posts 3508Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion |
Hootessa I, too, remember this poem. It inspired me to post my poem about the wind. I hope you find a love that will bless you with its freedom. Toe - I loved the way your poem started, and I also loved the way you couldn't "maintain" yourself through to the end. Needless to say, 'Deer and I are setting up a "Help Ol' Toe" foundation - about 2 cubic yards of concrete with you as the aggregate oughta make a pretty good foundation, ya think? Let us know when you wanna go swimming - OK? lol |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Gemini, Liz, LJA...thank you all Helmut...it's nice to know there's always a safe place to land |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Helmut: No edit was necessary! *S* I'm the one who didn't make myself clear that I was complimenting your efforts and applauding your results! |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
HI,AGAIN,As I told you earlier,I really like your poem.This is a good poem. |
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