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A Spoonful of Dirt
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A Spoonful of Dirt |
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ShadowRider Senior Member
since 2001-07-14
Posts 1038USA 
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A Spoonful of Dirt too many bulb-burnt stars to count dismal is a sigh of a lonely night still grazing from atop a gallant mount Lest we forget, unload father's gun some keys are meant to fall and be lost Don't make nightmares out of daydreams A pauper of soul can never pay the cost. Feasting on fantasies is not a sign of wealth The strong have no need to announce their health. So go on, count your stars, gather possessions and waste your time I'll take mine, spooned out humbly with just a touch of lime |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
This was very thought provoking...In these busy lives we forget the virue in humbleness...that we may be the masters of the universe, but not the creator. I really like this. ThisDiamond |
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ShadowRider Senior Member
since 2001-07-14
Posts 1038USA |
Diamond, you are very correct! I was attempting a poem about excesses, gluttony of the soul, and how people count their blessings in all the wrong directions. Man, i am thrilled that you picked up what i intended. A 100 thank you's! Greatly appreciated, Jeff  |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
We should indeed learn to be more humble and live in simple abundance! Wonderful write Jeff! Hugs, Nancy. ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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Marsha
since 2000-07-10
Posts 7423Maidstone Kent England |
Jeff darling boy this is an awesome piece of writing, with a powerful message of count your blessings for what they really are. The wonder of a morning sky, the sound of a thrush calling in the dew soaked grass, the miracles of nature that not one million pieces of gold can buy. As always darling boy you write with such eloquence and style, Krissy will love this one as much as I do. Excellent writing truly excellent    Love and warm stuff As always Mushy To give light to them that sit in darkness..... to guide our feet into the way of peace Luke 2:79 [This message has been edited by Marsha (03-18-2002 10:20 PM).] |
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ShadowRider Senior Member
since 2001-07-14
Posts 1038USA |
Nancy the Wondrous Enchantress: ~actually eating some turkey and grave-y minus the dirt~ That is a really eloquent way of summarizing this: 'simple abundance' and a half-pint of blessings and a Master's dish is born! Thankx Nance! *smiles* Jeff |
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ShadowRider Senior Member
since 2001-07-14
Posts 1038USA |
It's always : "Maaaawsha Maaaawsha Maaaawsha" Hey, tell Krissy I said 'Ello, will you please? (notice I dropped the 'H' just for you!) I think there was something in the Turkey! And the meat had something in it too! Awww....Thankx! Jeff ~snicker~ [This message has been edited by ShadowRider (03-18-2002 09:25 PM).] |
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Rick Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 2903Victoria, Australia |
Jeff, what a wonderful poem, you have created here, life is what we make of it, its true essence should be happiness, built from the simple things and all our blessings. Great work, Sincerely Rick |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
"I'll take mine, spooned out humbly with just a touch of lime" Jeff...such sound advice you weave into this lovely array of words. Nice work, I'll be sure to look up more of your stuff |
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Marsha
since 2000-07-10
Posts 7423Maidstone Kent England |
Jeff darling boy, I don’t drop my aiches darling boy, I’m a softy southerner not a Londoner. Besides as I say I haven’t got an accent at all, YOU have. The majority of my post didn’t appear before I don’t know why but I’ve corrected it now. Krissy sends a hello darling right back to you. I read this to her and she said tell him it’s a wonderful piece of writing he should be proud of the complexity but also the simplicity in it. Xxxx with love from Krissy to her friend Jaff Love and warm stuff As always Mushy To give light to them that sit in darkness..... to guide our feet into the way of peace Luke 2:79 |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
But I feast on fantasies every time I come here. Is that wrong? It's one of the pleasures of my life.-Very nice poem about the true treasures of life. I like it. Nan |
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