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Freedom Drawing Near
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Freedom Drawing Near |
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poetFemmeFatale Member Elite
since 1999-07-25
Posts 2646Arkansas 
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~Freedom Drawing Near~ I taste it sweet like sunsets sherbet orange glowing cross the sky... Limitless and blazing warmth candy for the eye. I hear it softly pounding beckoning drumbeat of my heart... Calling to my open ears singing a new part. I feel it pulling at my willing flesh tingling cross my skin... Breathing deeply into me senses reel and spin. I see it just beyond that mountain ridge just a few more miles... A new beginning just ahead laughter, peace & smiles. I smell it attitude like fresh baked bread happiness there'll be... Loose me from the grips of hell I'm seizing Liberty! -poetFemme May 28, 2000 ** I know few of you understand this, but with the help of two wonderful people in my life, I have learned to overcome the obstacles inside myself, and finally breathe deeply of true happiness and life. Little did I know, I had built a security wall around myself to feel safe, and in doing so, I had died. I had shut out all light, and hope, by withdrawing. Thanks to them, I have broken out of my cocoon, and am now basking in life's sun. Feels good to be warm again, and alive! "Fantasies enrich our lives to the fullest, but true satisfaction comes from creating your own story in the real world! Live out your fantasies & make a storybook with beautiful pictures for the world to enjoy! -poetFemme |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
Enjoy your sun Gen...and send some my way when you get a sec!!!  This is very touching...with a hint of passion- of course!!! he he Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I taste it sweet like sunsets sherbet orange glowing cross the sky... Limitless and blazing warmth candy for the eye ---------------  me thinks you SHINE DIVINE!!! one day at a time me sweet friend... one day at a time... enjoy the sunshine... love you, JM Some things cannot be explained by verses that rhyme, They are not measured by the commitment of time. Some emotions run too deep to be described by words, Forgiveness and understanding-remain the most beautiful words ever heard. ~Janet Marie~ "What the caterpillar calls the end ... The world calls a butterfly" ~Lao Tze Tao~ ~Butterflies are meant to be free~ |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
i loved this this be cool in a canyon in a cavern excavatin for a mine dwelt a miner forty niner and his daughter clemintine!!! yeehaw! |
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Jeffrey Carter
since 2000-04-08
Posts 2367State of constant confusion! |
Gen, This is definitely the best work I have seen from you  All my love, Jeffrey I lie awake in a world filled with dreams, but dreams can be so real when you don't know you're asleep |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
Wow Gen, triple threat tonight!!! This one the best of the bunch! Hold on tight and don't let go!! Live life to the fullest. . . and don't be afraid anymore. . . get out there!!!! Great poem. . . ---------------------------------------------------------- That which gives light must endure burning --Victor Frankl |
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Kit McCallum
Administrator
Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
I loved the style and grace of this verse PoetFemme ... the warmth you feel through life's sun simply shines within your words. Beautiful! Best wishes, /Kit |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
pFF, I would only quote this one from Lao Tze Tao: "What the caterpillar calls the end ... The world calls a butterfly" That you have come out of your cocoon is a glorious deed indeed. Now, fly with butterfly wings, colourful into the sunshine. May the broad daylight help guiding you towards a brilliance unmatched. To the heavenly skies, you may soar... seize liberty .... Regards, 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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