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Jon Mewett Senior Member
since 2000-03-04
Posts 1304 |
The warm soft glow of candle flame Was greeting as in here ...I came The door ajar I could not help but glance The linen bed was neatly made At the bottom where the shoes were laid This peaceful scene helped in my... advance I stood now in the writer’s lair And on the desk and finished there A diary lay open…... leather bound It was open at the very last page The author must have been a sage I read the verses soft without a sound The ink was still glistening wet As down upon my knees I get To read this verse that at my heart did strain And if I ever do grow old I’ll always recite just what it told I’ll now repeat it here to you again ………………………...................... As I come to the final end My life as been so good my friend I’ve lived long and cannot anger sue These few here ...my final lines I have had such swelling times At the end I leave my book to you My ink was always from above The words I scrolled I scrolled with love I formed them with a longing in my heart And as you now will read them here Please my friend don’t shed a tear For I am just dissolving not apart I always wrote my lines with hope As sometimes with life’s chides I’d cope This anchor always kept me on the ground With hope my anchor and love my ink Tell me now ....how could I sink I don’t mind if my turns come ‘round It’s faith that binds this book you see It’s always been a friend to me I’ve always tried to keep it in my mind And as you take these words herein I hope you are renewed within To me I think that life was always ..kind My pen was charged with charity I never made a price you see To trade my work I never gave a thought But now with trust I write these lines To help you through your troubled times It is this wish with which my work is bought ............................................ If only you’d been there with me If you could see what I could see I’m sure you would have bowed in deep respect This wondrous book on the last page Would quieten all your worldly rage It was full of joy the message was direct The candle now was nearly through And as I tell this tale to you I know you’ll see…..I know you'll understand I knew this life had run its course There was no room for sad remorse As I took the pen from……. the poets hand Jon Mewett Poets will live forever......in words. |
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Gene Senior Member
since 2000-01-23
Posts 935Colorado, USA |
Jon, This is really a remarkable poem! I see a another side of your talent emerging. ~Gene |
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ESP Member Elite
since 2000-01-25
Posts 2556Floating gently on a cloud.... |
This is a "WOW" amazing poem. I think it is wonderful and so true. Poets will always live on in their words. I love this poem! Great job here! Love and hugs, Lizzie  "Poetry is the true expression of my soul, it is my ultimate means of communication. It is my rainbow of delight." |
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Swåmp¤Faerÿie Member
since 2000-03-29
Posts 358Illinois |
Great poem =] As always an awesome story!! I love it!! swampie And there she weaves by night and day, a magic web of colours gay.~Tennyson |
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Jon Mewett Senior Member
since 2000-03-04
Posts 1304 |
Thanx Gene Your very kind here. Thanx ESP and Swampie you too are kind. Jon |
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PrincessPoet Member
since 2000-04-15
Posts 133Long Beach, Calif. |
A Poets' Archive Never Dies.  < !signature-->Your failures in life come from not realizing your nearness to success when you give up. -Yoruba Proverb Poetry & Friendship, PrincessPoet [This message has been edited by PrincessPoet (edited 04-20-2000).] |
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Jon Mewett Senior Member
since 2000-03-04
Posts 1304 |
OK everyone I know I wrote this but why do I get a shiver when ever I read the last LINE. Happy Easter Jon |
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Lost Dreamer Member Elite
since 1999-06-20
Posts 2464Somewhere near the Rainbow |
I love this poem it is awesome, you are a very talented writer. As for your question, I'm not sure if your asking it as serious that you actually get a chill, or that you had a message here all along you were trying to relay? All I can hope is it's not you taking the pen from yourself because you are much to good a writer for us to lose here. Could it be someone very close to you, that inspired you and you admired, and the thought of them gone brings the sentsation? I am just grasping at straws here and probably way off base, but hey you tossed a challenge and I am an analyzer, I analyze everything cause I want to know everything...LOL |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
That's quite a last line you have here, Jon. It gave me a shiver too! Excellent poem! Denise |
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Jon Mewett Senior Member
since 2000-03-04
Posts 1304 |
Yep hold the front page here I'm still grapling with this one. Jon |
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Jon Mewett Senior Member
since 2000-03-04
Posts 1304 |
OK I hope this makes sense. When I write I don't always know where the plot is going to lead I have a rough idea but things always happen along the way. When I set out on this one I didn't realise that the poet would actually be still at the desk. I've been in several situations where people have died and always get struck by the mystery of what it is all about. The chill I think comes from the poets legacy being understood almost immediately after his or her death. By the observer who reads the book. Many lives seem so pointless, to have meaning placed on your life through your written words seems to me to be fulfilling. Jon Anyone elses impressions would be welcome. |
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twinsgd Member
since 2000-02-13
Posts 416Ontario,Canada |
beautiful poem Jon Seemed to me he was happy and satisfied with his work, many artists not recognized until their passing by the community,probably die knowing their legacy will endure, and their endeavour was valid. Jack |
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Yu Lan Senior Member
since 2000-04-13
Posts 1462New Zealand |
yeah, nice thoughts.. it is kinda nice, to know that when u r not here, someone will remember you.. and it wont JUST be in their hearts.. 'coz others, who did not know you, can remember you also.. poetry is not only to bring light and hope to yourself, but to others as well, and also, to set a part of yourself down on paper.. for every poem you write, is a piece of yourself.. true to that; with every poem you write, you find another piece of yourself.. beautifully said, Jon Lynne |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This piece has been transferred to Open from The Corner Pub at the author's request. Denise |
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Jon Mewett Senior Member
since 2000-03-04
Posts 1304 |
Thanx Denise as usual your kind efficient self Jon |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Jon, This is a marvellous piece of writing. I am very thankful to you and denise on getting this posted in this forum. Many regards to an artist, Sudhir Life is like a painting, That in an art gallery is left hanging, Though many come just to look at it, A very few actually come to enjoy it. |
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Jon Mewett Senior Member
since 2000-03-04
Posts 1304 |
Thanx for responding Sadhir your most kind. Jon |
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