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Martie's Song
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Martie's Song |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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Martie’s Song come, and let us be eight years old again come and pull the rope with me look at rainbows, friend then cheer on our great hope come and tease the chin on me, put on skates and grin with me afterwards, we’ll climb those green and cherry trees come, let’s just you and I take the apples and hit bull’s eye see who can spit the farthest, true kick the can fix hobo stew where’s my Martie, on a trip fishing holes and tenting tips she’s been gone and I’m missing her she’s my rainbow… I’m her “sure” I need that little window in that dark of her conspire, I need to see the where within where all our thoughts transpire she does not know of her great enthuse and the sparks she brings outside of this, she would not know of these sincere inquirings she is one of those I’d call a friend, ‘tho I not know of her in real she is one of those who touch the poets that would feel I miss her. She might never know how I’ve pined for her her tender words how my days seem empty for her voice I have not heard she is a poet true, a great mind and oh so very much more she is a poet, new, to her being legend and some lore she is a poet, come she is my inspire she is a reason why I want to climb higher oh God so much and more than that she is that one to whom I tip my hat I miss her…. Martie, come, let’s be eight years old again, and pull the rope let us look at rainbows, friend and cheer on our great hope come and tease the chin on me, come, let’s put on skates let’s talk of all our great plans and all our future dates come and then grin with me and afterwards, we’ll climb all of those old cherry trees and remark on our behinds… [This message has been edited by Sunshine (edited 06-20-2001).] |
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Logan Senior Member
since 2001-05-28
Posts 1641Arkansas |
Sigh, to miss a good friend is like losing a part of yourself..very nice read, gentle smile |
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inot2B Member Elite
since 2000-09-18
Posts 2205Arkansas |
Oh Martie is so lucky to have a friend like you. It was nice to join you in remembering what it was like to be eight once again. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Karilea~ She'll return from Sierra's High laden with poetry in eye For she visions things differently precious treasures we will see ... I'm waiting here on the swing until she swoops back on angel wing Here in our hearts where she belongs ... singing, singing ... 'Martie's Song' Me too !  ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
Martie is spangtiferiferous yuh!! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Yes....I was just telling Mark on phone tonite..I miss her and her poetry.. most of all her gentle spirit she will love this sun  |
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Auguste
since 2000-02-16
Posts 3953By the sea |
Karilea, It seems that you and I have a very good friend in common. Martie is such a sweetheart and I dearly miss her also. I can't wait until she gets back. Michael Michael Auguste~ |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
With Martie gone, it's not quite the same, She has her own poetic claim to fame, And each morning I look to see, Her lovely words waiting there for me. Happy 25th Anniversary to a wondeful pair, Hey, I miss your poetry, and wish I was there! (*smiles* I bet you are fading without me?) Nice work Karilea, I miss her, and want to play in the sprinklers too!   ~*~ Tell someone you love them today, as tomorrow may never come ~*~ [This message has been edited by Mysteria (edited 06-21-2001).] |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
she is one of those I’d call a friend, ‘tho I not know of her in real she is one of those who touch the poets that would feel Missing Martie's poems as well, I am sure that she will love this song. Karilea |
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SEA
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
wonder if she's up in my part of the Sierra's??? "come and tease the chin on me, put on skates and grin with me afterwards, we’ll climb those green and cherry trees" love it! |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
This is a lovely tribute to one of the greatest writers I know. For she twists a phrase with a whole knew light and you know exactly what she's saying. Those things way back in the mind that you never conciously think about, until Martie somehow puts them on paper, and you say, YES!, what an exquisite way of saying something I've never said or heard. And she is so sweet. Thank you for this lovely song Liz |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
Indeed. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Karilea, my sweet friend, I am so very touched by this poem..what a wonderful way to return to poetry land! Thankyou also, to all of you who replied with such sweet words of friendship. I shall treasure this. (maybe I should go away more often ) I do have many poems running around in my heart...it's writing them down that's the tricky part. Hugs to all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Lovely indeed... Karilea, My regards, Sudhir "I was born intelligent - education ruined me" |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
This is a lovely song you've sung, Sunshine... written for a remarkable lady who'd better NOT leave again anytime soon. LOL (So there, Martie *G*) |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
"come, let’s just you and I take the apples and hit bull’s eye see who can spit the farthest, true kick the can fix hobo stew where’s my Martie, on a trip fishing holes and tenting tips she’s been gone and I’m missing her she’s my rainbow… I’m her “sure” I need that little window in that dark of her conspire, I need to see the where within where all our thoughts transpire she does not know of her great enthuse and the sparks she brings outside of this, she would not know of these sincere inquirings she is one of those I’d call a friend, ‘tho I not know of her in real she is one of those who touch the poets that would feel I miss her. She might never know how I’ve pined for her her tender words how my days seem empty for her voice I have not heard she is a poet true, a great mind and oh so very much more she is a poet, new, to her being legend and some lore she is a poet, come she is my inspire she is a reason why I want to climb higher oh God so much and more than that she is that one to whom I tip my hat I miss her…. Martie, come, let’s be eight years old again, and pull the rope let us look at rainbows, friend and cheer on our great hope come and tease the chin on me, come, let’s put on skates let’s talk of all our great plans and all our future dates come and then grin with me and afterwards, we’ll climb all of those old cherry trees and remark on our behinds…" What can I say....I've used up all of my superlatives and this one has me wordcuffed! Love it! |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Kari - and I can say that meeting her was one of the highlights of my life...get yourself out to the airport lol...this is a beautiful dedication my friend...just lovely... isn't passions just an amazing place?  KI am a refugee of logic...insisting |
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