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Endearing Sweet Eyes |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania 
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Endearing Sweet Eyes Lost were your eyes, those endearing sweet eyes Lost from your blue eyes, were soft passion tears Lost from the passion, your precious true love Lost were my promises, of youthful years She took your blue eyes of passionate tears She took your warm precious heart from mine No more would I sip from your passion cup Filled with the pleasure of chalice wine Gone are the lips to cherish my name Down from the pedestal , out of embrace Out of your heart was the love I gave Lost was the loveliness, lost was the grace Lost was your pedestal, lost, your embrace Gone was the sweet passion love we had known You look at me now with endearing eyes But I’m on a pedestal now of my own I have a new love with pure honest eyes Filled with the smiles of endurance and faith My pedestal now is on equal ground With a man that my spirit will always embrace His goblet is filled with the waters of spring His heart is abundant with God’s greatest prize My womb is the chalice that some day will bring A child to look up with endearing sweet eyes Elizabeth Santos [This message has been edited by Elizabeth Santos (edited 06-10-2000).] |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Elizabeth~ Well, this was simply intoxicating. Beautifully done, my dear. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Butterflies_dont_cry Member Elite
since 2000-03-06
Posts 3733Michigan |
.gif) Liz* This is so wonderfully written, the wings that you gave this to fly.....amazing. Thank you so much for sharing your gift with us! |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Elizabeth, a wonderful poem. beautiful. His goblet is filled with the waters of spring His heart is abundant with God’s greatest prize My womb is the chalice that some day will bring A child to look up with endearing sweet eyes ------------------------ "I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else"-Richey Edwards "Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time". Baltimore Grotto "Libraries gave us power Then work came and made us free What price now for a shallow piece of dignity" Nicky Wire, A design for Life. manic street preachers "Rock 'n' roll is our epiphany Culture, alienation, boredom and despair" "To be nobody-but-yourself-in a world which is doing its best night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting." E.E Cummings. |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
"Lost was your pedestal, lost, your embrace Gone was the sweet passion love we had known You look at me now with endearing eyes But I’m on a pedestal now of my own" Lovely Elizabeth! I particularly loved the verse above ... pedestals are such a fragile things once placed upon ... wonderful verse! Best wishes, /Kit |
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lorilockheart Member
since 2000-05-06
Posts 206Alabama |
His goblet is filled with the waters of spring His heart is abundant with God’s greatest prize My womb is the chalice that some day will bring A child to look up with endearing sweet eyes This is the best gift of all. I loved this one. Great job! Lori ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean. Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens. Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance. And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance - I hope you dance. song by LeeAnn Womack ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ |
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nando Member
since 2000-06-09
Posts 87Vaxjo, Smaland, Sweden |
Elisabeth You certainly have a gift... And I thank you for letting us take part in that, and giving us the harvested crop of your poetic thoughts... Lovely poem...Enjoyed reading it... -nando- Ask me how to live your life, and this to you I´ll say: make your choises true and wise, so that when tomorrow will arise, you´ll smile at yesterday... |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
You weave so many human emotions into a soft, beautiful blend of poetry, Liz. Corinne |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
It has bee a long time since I read your poetry.It's good poem.Enjoyed it.  |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
She took your blue eyes of passionate tears She took your warm precious heart from mine No more would I sip from your passion cup Filled with the pleasure of chalice wine ... ... His goblet is filled with the waters of spring His heart is abundant with God’s greatest prize My womb is the chalice that some day will bring A child to look up with endearing sweet eyes ............ Lovely, so intoxicating, I feel drunk and submerged in this poetic pool of wine... Thanks for sharing this, Liz, 'twas wonderful.. Regards and take care, sudhir. My heart is pounding, my stomach's inside out I'm feeling kind-a-shaky, my mind is full of doubt All I ever think about, is fearing fear itself, Wish I could unscrew my head and put it on the shelf Everything is twisted, everything is oh so tight, Don't know what I'm looking at, the lights are all too bright My brain's about to crumble, spill out on the floor Sweep 'em up. Throw 'em away, don't want 'em anymore Clouds race across the sky, day turns into night, Still there are the questions, no answers in sight Everything is twisted, everything is oh so tight, Starin' out the window, everything is just too bright Brain's about to crumble, spill out on the floor, Wish I could unscrew my head, and kick it out the door... You know I'm feeling kind-a....Strange You know I'm feeling kind-a....Strange ~ Strange ~ Joe Satriani (Flying in a Blue Dream) |
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