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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada 
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It was an early evening full moon and the sky was burning up and the sunset fell away at last when the big globe had enough. And the last light spilled like whiskey across the rooftop of the world and tried to fight the coming night by shining on the purple swirls. And it was heavens above ignited firey fingers spread abound and I really felt excited as I stopped and looked around. So I sat down on the silver sand and listened to the sounds of the waves rolling in and out washing little toys aground. And the air was fresh and clean and I sure was feeling good on the silver sand in another land where a man can eclipse his mood. And as I sat there watching the moonlit ocean and the sky I felt the sea winds rush in and I was glad to be alive. My heart could feel no finer beyond my lonely side when a distant voice came to me with words about the night and when I looked up at her she stepped back in the light I could see that she was beautiful in her mellow years of life. I thought she looked quite lonely so I smiled to look alive I said I was lost in peace would she care to spend some time. With uncertain moves she sat down and I looked into her eyes and they were bright like beacons sending warnings to my mind and I felt my heartbeat storming while I struggled with the time. She said, "if you want someone to talk to I can spend some time I know all about moonlit nights and dreams that never die and people never run out of dreams they just run out of time. She talked until a tear appeared so I gave her story some room and she spoke her sorrows on the night to release her from some gloom. She said she'd left the worst part back somewhere in the dark and as the truth flowed from her I almost came apart. The moonlight shone down on her as she twisted her feet in the sand it was a kind of time so lonely that I held her trembling hand. I just could not believe it or imagine how she could feel and while I tried to comfort her she seemed so earthly real. Somehow she was in my arms so swiftly her fears swelling from the heart and she wept just like a baby feeling safe there from harm. I wanted to take care fo her so she'd feel understood so I took her back to my place where I could lighten up her mood. She laid back and her eyelids sagged until her tears were gone she said that she felt better and that she'd soon be moving on. Well she felt weightless with no past drag when her long fingers stroked my sides and when we kissed her breath was wet and she let out a thousand sighs. As she lay there calm and beautiful I knew she'd been too kind and the only pain she'd ever feel is when she went back in her mind. She said, "If you want someone to talk to I can spend some time, I know all about moonlit nights and dreams that never die, and people don't run out of dreams they just run out of time." This is a repost for an old poet friend!! The role of poetry is to utter the un-utterable; to open up |
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Watersign6 Senior Member
since 2001-05-25
Posts 823Hurricane,WV |
oh my this poem is so beautiful an actually its more than that i am just sorry i cant think of a word to describe just how incredible it is,i love it truely love it  |
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SilentSongs Junior Member
since 2001-05-31
Posts 43Mist of Time |
Fascinating story filled with romance and mystery. With many remarkable lines. "The past my prison, confined in solitary voiceless penance." |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
Oh, this line... "people don't run out of dreams, they just run out of time..." It sent chills up my spine with it's intensity! What a fantastic piece of writing! Now I know why I am such a fan of your work.....  The road goes on forever, and the stories never end... |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
ETHome~ My stars ... are we on the same plane of thought this morning or what ? Wonderful meeting you here. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Charisma
since 2000-09-30
Posts 5906lost in blue pages |
oh Ethome what a beautiful story....thread to my library. ((hugs)) Charisma |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Keep those dreams alive dear friend...nice work |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Thank you Watersign6 for the wonderful comment, much appreciated. Silent Songs I thank you for reading this and welcome! Sunnyone I thank you for appreciating that line. It's the heart and soul of this ballad. Marge if I'm on the same plane of thought as you are then I'm happy! Thank you so much Charisma you are always so sweet! |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Hoot you must have been posting while I was. Thanks for the input, must appreciated! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
YES!!!!!! (doing a happy dance)    Finally  =========================== It was an early evening full moon and the sky was burning up and the sunset fell away at last when the big globe had enough. And the last light spilled like whiskey across the rooftop of the world and tried to fight the coming night by shining on the purple swirls. And it was heavens above ignited firey fingers spread abound and I really felt excited as I stopped and looked around. So I sat down on the silver sand and listened to the sounds ====================================== on the silver sand in another land where a man can eclipse his mood. And as I sat there watching the moonlit ocean and the sky I felt the sea winds rush in and I was glad to be alive. =========================== With uncertain moves she sat down and I looked into her eyes and they were bright like beacons sending warnings to my mind and I felt my heartbeat storming while I struggled with the time. She said, "if you want someone to talk to I can spend some time I know all about moonlit nights and dreams that never die and people never run out of dreams they just run out of time. She talked until a tear appeared so I gave her story some room and she spoke her sorrows on the night to release her from some gloom. She said she'd left the worst part back somewhere in the dark and as the truth flowed from her I almost came apart. =========================== I wanted to take care fo her so she'd feel understood so I took her back to my place where I could lighten up her mood. She laid back and her eyelids sagged until her tears were gone she said that she felt better and that she'd soon be moving on. Well she felt weightless with no past drag when her long fingers stroked my sides and when we kissed her breath was wet and she let out a thousand sighs. As she lay there calm and beautiful I knew she'd been too kind and the only pain she'd ever feel is when she went back in her mind. She said, "If you want someone to talk to I can spend some time, I know all about moonlit nights and dreams that never die, and people don't run out of dreams they just run out of time." ======================== Oh E-babes...how I love this amazing poem... it never loses its impact of heart and soul... I had to smile as Watersigns reply... it reminded me of my first read of this... There is so much here to inhale... the imagery of the first verse alone... and the melodic cadence that you lay down with such style.. but its the emotions that just sweep the reader in this.. the anticpation, the longing, the sadness, the compassion, and the soul and spirit of the moment in time shared between these two. This is such a cool poem Eric...and such an impressive level of inspire. Thank you for the chance to inhale and worship it again. This is indeed a special poem.  jmI'm hanging on your every word |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Wow Janet that wonderful reply of your just kind of swept me away. Thank you for being such an inspiration since the first time I posted at Passions! Love to ya VANtastic!! You are the old poet friend I'm refering to at the end!! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I forgot something last time When That Evening Sun Goes Down Van Morrison I want you, be around When that evening sun goes down I want you, be around Keep my both feet on the ground When that evening sun goes down I want you, understand Little girl, take me by my hand I want you, understand I wanna be your loving man When that evening sun goes down If it's nice, we'll go for a walk, a stroll in the clear moonlight Singing a song, won't take long Everything gonna be alright And I wanna hold you oh so near Keep you, darling from all fear I wanna hold you oh so near Nibble on your little ear When that evening sun goes down If it's nice, go for a walk, stroll in the clear moonlight Sing you a song, won't take long Everything gonna be alright And I wanna hold you oh so near Keep you, darling from all fear I wanna hold you oh so near Nibble on your little ear When that evening sun goes down When that evening sun goes down When that evening sun goes down... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Flamingoes Fly Van the Man Lie by my side in the still of the night And morning brings forth all it's wondrous delight You couldn't have made it more plain When I hear that soft refrain And I hear you gently sigh I wanna take you where flamingoes fly, flamingoes fly Way over yonder in the clear blue sky That's where flamingoes fly Lie in the dark with the sweet sound of the nightingale And listen for lark, and I will tell you a tale Soft winds blowin', blowin' outside I wanna take that moonlight ride When I hear you gently sigh I wanna take you where flamingoes fly, flamingoes fly Way over yonder, yeah in the clear blue sky That's where flamingoes fly Silently waiting for that morning light to shine Yeah, and I'm looking at you, looking at me And I'm looking at you And anticipating Each and every, each and every sign And I'm looking at you, looking at me And I'm looking at you, looking at me Looking at you, looking at me, looking at you I follow the road that will take me, take me back home And carry that load where the deer and the provincial angels roam Happiness touches me now Who knows where it came from and how, but When I hear you gently sigh I wanna, wanna take you where flamingoes fly, flamingoes fly Way over yonder in the clear blue sky That's where flamingoes fly, flamingoes fly Way over yonder in the clear blue sky That's where flamingoes fly You see those flamingoes fly Ya see those, ya see those, ya see those Ya see those, ya see those, ya see those flamingoes fly Look over yonder, look over yonder, darling Look over yonder, darling Ya take it by the ocean, ya take it, ya take it by the ocean Mmm uhhh, take it by the ocean I'm hanging on your every word |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Ah yes he is truly amazing! What an inspiration he is also. |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
Ethome, this was both a song, a ballad, a story...a poem....of tenderness and touch, such as only you can write.... Please extend my thank you to the friend who asked for this again.... as it is a keeper.... |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
enjoy your read |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
ethome--Van IS an inspiration...but so are you, my friend...amazing how you have captured such an ethereal thing as soul in this poem. Bravo! |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Thank you so much Lady In White for the positive comments and I will thank that poet for you. Thanks Vandana for taking the time to read this poem. Martie you are also an inspiration. I love this kind of work so I'm glad you can relate to it. Have a nice day all!! The role of poetry is to utter the un-utterable; to open up |
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Butterflies_dont_cry Member Elite
since 2000-03-06
Posts 3733Michigan |
Ethome~ A beautiful write that speaks to the heart, the imagery in it is enough to gain the praise of anyone but woven with the heart you wear lovingly on your sleeve...well there is just nothing that can compare to that. Awesome writing...but that doesn't say nearly enough~ |
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Parker Member Elite
since 2000-01-06
Posts 3129ON |
ethome, what an amazing write. It reminded me of Cowan and just too me away. I can see it being song by the ocean as the sun sets on one of those firery sky's. Bravo maritimer. Parker |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Thanks Butterflies for the encouraging words I appreciate your input very much. Hey Parker glad you could drop in and have a read and I appreciate the comments... once a Maritimer always a Maritimer I say...thanks again! |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
ethome...thank you for bringing this back babes...its an exquisite work of art from a premiere poet...hugs |
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Marsha
since 2000-07-10
Posts 7423Maidstone Kent England |
PT dear heart, oh this is enchantingly beautiful, I'm struck dumb love. This is what I meant about your writing love, and don't give me your modest it's nothing this is indeed something special. I'm truly speechless and YOU must know I absolutely love this one. I could try to write pages of glowing praise but they wouldn't tell you how outstanding this is. Don't tell me that you aren't a writer you may not consider yourself to be but these words prove otherwise. Fabulous writing, perfect phrases and superb sylables, PT you have outdone yourself with this Love and warm stuff take care Mushy Take back the hope you gave,- I claim |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Do you have any idea what a treat for sore eyes this wonderful piece is? I will be back for seconds and thirds, and thank you for once again doing something of a classic. I so enjoyed this and never stop the dreams for if one does they die! How abosulutely wonderful this was, you make me proud to me a Canadian eh |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
If only we didnt run out of time..before our dreams have been met..wonderful ethome...nicely done as always.. ~Victoria~
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Poeminister Senior Member
since 2000-02-26
Posts 1862Regina SK; Canada |
ethome--Loved it from beginning to end. Your imagery and thoughts flow very soothingly in this piece. Beautifully done. Poeminister |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Okay, that's it! *G* You're "out of time"... I want a CD and I want it now! *S* Your poems create a melody all their own... and need a better voice than mine to sing the lyrics! *S* This is superb, ethome... "and as the truth flowed from her I almost came apart" pretty much describes my reading the truths you wrote. *S* |
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Kit McCallum
Administrator
Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
What a beautiful and tranquil mood you've set with this inspiring piece Ethome. I always enjoy your writing, as I find I lose myself in the sentiments so peacefully as I did here. This is just lovely, really well done! Best wishes, /Kit |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Like you need another comment here Thanks for the repost. Live for love. Without love, you don't live. |
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Greeneyes
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
We do seem to run out of time, long before the dreams die...this is an excellent piece of poetry and we are so lucky you reposted it...thank you...be well and hugs to you.. Lauren~ *** Nothing Beautiful In This World |
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Titia Geertman Member Ascendant
since 2001-05-07
Posts 5182Netherlands |
Well, it got all quiet overhere in the Netherlands, just don't know what to say but aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh (sigh...) Thanks to you for reposting this poem so I could read it. Titia A rose is a rose is a rose...I guess... |
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snowpants Member Elite
since 2000-09-16
Posts 2061KS |
Well she felt weightless with no past drag when her long fingers stroked my sides and when we kissed her breath was wet and she let out a thousand sighs. As she lay there calm and beautiful I knew she'd been too kind and the only pain she'd ever feel is when she went back in her mind.' This is just beyond words, ethome! I can't tell you how I love these lines in particular...the entire poem was awesome, but these lines just hit me...fantastic write!! sp  everytime I close my eyes, |
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Ethan Halo Senior Member
since 2000-04-28
Posts 793on the roof again |
absolutely fantastic!! a story of "helping the hopeless"...a real wounded healer kind of thing. i love this kind of stuff...brilliant imagery as well. one life to live, indeed. "Many great relationships start or end in a bar. |
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inot2B Member Elite
since 2000-09-18
Posts 2205Arkansas |
I wanted to comment on certain lines as I was reading but found the more I read the more lines I wanted to speak of. So to shorten this all I can think to say is: I loved the whole poem, it was beautiful!! Never do I want to run ,Out Of Time. |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Dear Ethome, THank you for reposting this wonderful piece. I was sorry when it came to an end. I could have read on and on. It certainly does display your writing talents. THis is lovely and I also got goosebumps at the repeated lines in the middle and end - very effective and well understood by any dreamer. Your description of twilight is a memerable one, so vivid I could feel the movement of light and color. Excellent, my friend. Thanks for the wonderful read Lzi |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Thank you Paula for the kind thoughts that you always seem to bestow upon me! Thanks Mushy you're a sweetheart and your replies are so wonderfully exuberant! Mysteria I'm happy that this was a treat for your eyes and thanks for all the kindness! Victoria I agree it's too bad that we have to run out of time! Thank you Poeminister I appreciate your soothing words in your comment. Hey Suthern I don't have that CD yet but you'll be the first to know when I do and thanks for coming apart for me just this one time! Kit it's always good to read your input and I thank you so very much. Come back eh! Thanks interloper for the comment and you're welcome. Yes you're right Lauren we never seem to have enough time to do all the things we want...Thanks for the comment also! Titia that's a sweet comment......but I bet the Netherlands is cooking with activity again today! Thank you enjoying those lines Snowpants I really appreciate your comment so much!! Thanks Ethan for the fantastic word I really appreciate it!! inot2B thanks for liking the whole thing and for the encouraging remarks...much appreciated! Elizabeth my dear poet friend I welcome you as always and I thank you so much for the upbuilding comments...Have a nice day dear poet lady! The role of poetry is to utter the un-utterable; to open up |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
*sigh* Eric, you are so very right this one is one that I lost myself in as if it were a part of me. It felt like you were weaving the most magical and healing of dreams. *sigh* sweetest of men...this poem gets printed off to be kept with poems that are forever treasured by me. Thank you so very much for this magnificent poem that touches me so very deeply. {{{BIG HUGS}}}Much love to you from me. Love I leave with you my friend whether it be in your life or of yet the essense of your dreams. |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Thank you Startime for the warm and friendly words in your comment I appreciate it so very much! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Well she felt weightless with no past drag when her long fingers stroked my sides and when we kissed her breath was wet and she let out a thousand sighs. As she lay there calm and beautiful I knew she'd been too kind and the only pain she'd ever feel is when she went back in her mind. She said, "If you want someone to talk to I can spend some time, I know all about moonlit nights and dreams that never die, and people don't run out of dreams they just run out of ==================================== I could read this one till I go blind.... and E-babes you MUST KNOW I am smiling and happy as I can be about the response to this.. everyone who reads it is just as taken with it as i was I just love when poetry land proves me right This is one very special body of work... thank you for reposting it...and not getting tired of me nagging ya to do so LOL Youre Van-tastic !!  I'm hanging on your every word |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Janet you are such a dear friend and I'm glad I posted it again. I have to admit you were right and I appreciate your input. I sure appreciate all the comments and wish everyone the very best in all their future writing! The role of poetry is to utter the un-utterable; to open up |
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