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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
She once called him her friend Thought he'd be there until the end She was the reason his heart could mend She once called him her dream The sun rose in him it seemed His weary eyes used to gleam She once called him teddy bear For his compassion was so rare She was his angel beyond compare She once called him her knight Beside him her soul took flight With his love life was right She once called him her poet He cultivated her love's seed and helped her sew it Hoping someday the world would know it She once called him her lover For hours they'd play beneath the covers Their spirits together would hover She once called him her mate Walking with him through the gate Oblivious to their impending fate Poetry should surprise by fine excess...it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts and appear almost a remembrance. -J.Keats |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Sometimes,...just sometimes...being oblivious is a blessing...until the ending... striking piece here... Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?... I would rather be silent and write, than speak loudly and be bound. KRJ |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
There are words for this. . . but I just can't find them right now. . . Excellent writing. . . ------------------------------------------------------ That which gives light must endure burning --Victor Frankl |
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Butterflies_dont_cry Member Elite
since 2000-03-06
Posts 3733Michigan |
Those memories woven together make up the blankets of our past don't they...beautiful heartfelt work my friend..take care of you...hugs~ |
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SEA 
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
LW~ how could you enjoy your time together, if you knew how it would play out? I really like not knowing........this is an awesome poem.  -SEA |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
This is beautiful. IT's sad but expressed so well. Like Sven, the words are hard to find. If sometimes, we could go back. "When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass, and the sun drips honey."" Laurie Lee Kathleen |
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Charisma
since 2000-09-30
Posts 5906lost in blue pages |
Words are hard to find to describe to describe this precious poem. I love to make a thread. ((hugs)) Charisma |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
Sunshine . . . sometimes it is I agree. Thank you for reading. Sven . . . I am not sure there are words for it. No words are necessary my friend. Thank you. Butterflies . . . They are the memories that make up the blanket of our past. Well said my friend. I am taking care. You too. Hugs. SEA . . . I agree not knowing is best, but the key is to learn from your mistakes so it doesn't happen again. Thank you. Kathleen . . . Thanks my friend. If only, but you can never go back. All you can do is begin again and not repeat the mistakes of the past. Charisma . . . I know. Thank you. Poetry should surprise by fine excess...it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts and appear almost a remembrance. -J.Keats |
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tracie66 Member Elite
since 2000-01-18
Posts 4713Australia |
~HUGS~ My winged ~HUGS~ are always floating your way sweetie....always in my thoughts Love Tracie~ Love is the life of the soul... It is the harmony of the universe |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
very poingant piece here LW.. well written and expressed bittersweet kissed emotions.... I like to think of it as more that we are blinded by love..rather than oblivious .. and as Sun says...sometimes oblivious can be a good thing...otherwise we might not ever take the chance...to walk thru the gate I see the healing in your writing of late... new gates to be discovered ... take care sweet poet jm "What the caterpillar calls the end ... The world calls a butterfly" Lao Tze Tao ~Butterflies are meant to be free~ |
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Aimster Member Elite
since 2000-02-19
Posts 4297Charlotte, NC |
LW~ this was beautiful! so full of emotion, that it just grips the reader...touched me deep within. and i agree with Jan... your writing is showing remarkable leaps and bounds, and i think brighter horizons are just around the corner. we heal from time, poetry, and just letting it all go, as you have done so beautifully here. take care my friend. ~amy~ |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
Nice poem!!!!!! |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
I knew you were setting me up for that ending but I couldn't help reading about all the wonderful things they were enjoying together.. loved it ... good poetry!! |
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snowpants Member Elite
since 2000-09-16
Posts 2061KS |
'She once called him teddy bear For his compassion was so rare She was his angel beyond compare' Very touching piece, LW. I don't understand why it has to be a temporary thing, either, my friend. Excellent write! sp I won't go, I won't sleep, I can't breathe until you're resting here with me... |
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Daniel J D Senior Member
since 2000-10-01
Posts 1471Hillcrest, Queensland, Australia |
Lone Wolf, Wonderful write. Well put together, although much sadness is so evident. Well done. Respond to my call and let the waves of my heart fill your life with the wonders of love (Daniel J D) |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
sad sad sad  |
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