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still well [ for Michelle's Mommy ] |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho 
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They say that the hand of time never moves in reverse I’m sorry I beg to differ... last night I was there and ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ there’s a few times of year I've come to realize that you’ve missed so much of my life these days holidays pass and Valentines comes another without you only little memories few such a life past slipping out of view I still well hide the tears running so deep inside lounging here in a ‘ol rocking chair and thinkin’ that it has ne’er appear quiet true yet your so far away yet still so near when you dreamed me last night the years had stripped back time to yesterday decades turned to days and since the dreamin’ woke me I was afraid I'd be forgotten between now and when we meet again I do have a life if you could call it such yet some thing all ways appears so missing I tell my self it isn’t for never but my spirit just doesn’t bother listenin’ I close my eyes to find a rest and there you are again & opening again to the shocking find it is I who am very missing ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ nothing seemed to work for me it always turned out bad mistakes were just a way of life for me they were all I ever had just when all this dark despair was closing in on me He gave me love ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ sometimes my days can seem so long everything I do seems to turn out wrong that ‘ol devil tries to break my heart and tell me I’m no good but instead of giving up like you thought that I would I crawled back into Daddy’s arms and started all over again it’s the only way that this broken heart could mend well He loved my problems right out of me made my blind eyes able to see and I finally remember God has never forgotten me ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I live half my life in some thing they call reality and the other half is spent in dreams this reality seems quite confined to me. My dream world has no value or boundaries to time, and can any tell me which is the real..? Seeing we spend half our time in each... Where we end up is... God only can know... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Need I say that Michelle is still well and knows . Writing isn't just something I do, it's something I am. To write of feelings that touch all hearts in some manner is my delight. -Marge Tindal [This message has been edited by lucky (edited 02-09-2001).] |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Oh, Lucky ... Yes ... a thousand times yes ... 'some thing all ways appears so missing I tell my self it isn’t for never but my spirit just doesn’t bother listenin’ Thank you for sending Martie this heart-hug. So much love ... I feel it too. Love ya' ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Dale: "opening again to the shocking find it is I who am very missing" The ink in my pen is tear slated...by you, my friend...thank you. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
yet your so far away yet still so near when you dreamed me last night the years had stripped back time to yesterday decades turned to days and since the dreamin’ woke me I was afraid I'd be forgotten between now and when we meet again I do have a life if you could call it such yet some thing all ways appears so missing I tell my self it isn’t for never but my spirit just doesn’t bother listenin’ I close my eyes to find a rest and there you are again & opening again to the shocking find it is I who am very missing ===================== written with grace, sincerety and heart... by someone who lived it...and understands. amazing poem ... written for a special person. Heaven bound on wings of love, there's so much that you can rise above. I surrender heart and soul, sacrificed to a higher goal. ~DepechMode~ |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
Honey, after all these many years, you can still reduce me to tears with your words and your knowledge of pain... thank you for giving this to our friend Martie - it's very, very special. Love, your wife, Rosemary . The spiritual wind that holds survivors aloft, plants the seeds from which bloom new hope ... R.J.G. |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
Marge Need I say... I love you just as much... I hope she likes it. ~*Dale*~ Martie, I do hope your not ever missing, because then I would be missing “YOU” Janet Marie, you seem to have a grace all your own, Heaven bound on wings of love, there's so much that you can rise above. I surrender heart and soul, sacrificed to a higher goal. Great great words, amazing depth. Rosemary, Tears arn’t bad, and they were never intended to reduce you to tears. My words, your words and our knowledge of pain does give us somewhat of an edge on the subject... Not that we ever wanted it... Who can know the mind of God and why he set us such..? I love you my dearest... thank you for so many years of love and devotion - and too, your right... It's a very, very special. love... your husband, dale . [This message has been edited by lucky (edited 02-09-2001).] |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
Dale - you are probably the most incredible poet in these parts - I have no words to express how this struck/impressed me |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
Bill, I've been watching you, and it is you who have become incredible... I like your older stuff that you have taken and reshaped... Your truely an artist. dale |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Dale my friend and brother I'm taking a little trip tonight down memory lane....and wanted to thank you again for this. Much love to you and RG!  |
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