Open Poetry #8 |
Thoughts of a Lonely Man |
John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas |
I wonder what you’d call- The frame of mind I find I’m in? My spare time I spend thinking… Of all that might have been. A million miles of highway- I’ve driven, maybe more… While my hind-sight’s twenty-twenty, I can’t see what lies before. Another lonely business trip, Another lonely room. Another silent telephone… Won’t break my lonely gloom. I wonder why I cannot find… Some peace within my heart? I wonder why my foolish pride, Must keep me set apart. I know not where my path may lead- Nor when my journey ends; But this I know, I go alone… I’ll leave no grieving friends. Visit My Home Page http://www.geocities.com/montcogunslinger/Traveler.html |
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Craig Member
since 1999-06-10
Posts 444 |
Thanks for the chance to read and reply (and to vote ) Craig Yes, I admit your general rule. That every poet is a fool: But I myself may serve to show it. That every fool is not a poet. |
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MagnoliaBlue Member
since 2000-05-12
Posts 367 |
T'would not be the thoughts of a lonely man...if the man gave thoughts to someone greater than. Grieving friends?...thats what friends are for... for without anyone to miss you when you are gone... it meant a lonely life while you were here. A vicious circle, my friend! MagnoliaBlue ~My Skipper Jim I love you! Your Lady June~ |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Another great one that I get to vote for! Denise 'I'll leave no grieving friends.'? I know you're mistaken on that one. Don't you be going anywhere, ya hear? |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Excellent writing gunslinger...you need to get some business cards made up and pass some out to the ladies...James |
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Danny Holloway Member Elite
since 2000-01-15
Posts 2034Tulsa, OK |
When your journey ends Gunslinger, you may not leave any grieving friends, but you will leave many grieving poetry admirers in Passions. Ride on Cowboy poet, and may you have many more sunsets in that West Texas sky. Enjoyed the poem! dh A life isn't significant except for its impact on other lives. |
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