Open Poetry #21 |
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Still Good, and Young |
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ShadowRider Senior Member
since 2001-07-14
Posts 1038USA ![]() |
![]() Still Good, and Young Christmas in candlelight Pyramid pines piercing skylines like a hundred steeples in Church-Town A place to hide and shed my sins like snakeskin Weeds die, recede showing farmer Parkhurst's nude earth I'm sitting on a map of my future drinking clear water, baptismal sweat pouring from me still finding the origin of circles still puzzled why it is taking so long to grow old It lags, disallowing me to trace clouds in flight It has brought me to my need the Countryside where I'm still good ... and young (image of a young boy at the end of summer in Indiana) (C) Picasso Lyrics 2002 [This message has been edited by ShadowRider (08-02-2002 08:02 PM).] |
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Mistletoe Angel![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
![]() ![]() ![]() (smiles) Oh my gosh, you portray the essence of youth wonderfully in your lovely words, sweet friend, I too imagined that sweet little boy praying to Jesus on his knees on Sundays and every night and hopping in the fields, sweet friend, this is beautiful, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Jeff, thank you for sharing! ![]() May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Marsha![]()
since 2000-07-10
Posts 7423Maidstone Kent England |
Jeff darling heart what this was doing so far down the page with only one reply baffles me, still I’ll take it that it fell quickly because of the time it was posted not because it lacks quality, since you know and I know it does not. Exceptional writing, and I love the image, again you’ve written something incredibly special. I love it as I love all your writing. Send my love to Dulci and to Batman, tell him that he needs to get you to write for him since he can’t manage the keyboard with his paws. But I know he talks so he must have poetry in him Something alone the lines of Sleepy I am for most of the day But when it’s night I like to play At rise of moon hear me sing Praises to that beautiful thing When you want to sleep I’m about Don’t worry if you hear me shout I’m just joshing with my mates We’re discussing our feline dates But when its morn I’ll go to sleep Now to work Jeff you’ve me to keep Marsha for Batman But you could definitely do it better. I really do love this it is an excellent poem darling man ![]() ![]() ![]() Love and warm stuff As always Mushy ![]() ![]() Breathe through the heat of our desire |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
the picture and the poem are wonderful...helen |
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ShadowRider Senior Member
since 2001-07-14
Posts 1038USA |
Noah, you always have the right attitude. Its admirable, and contagious! Pass those good germs this way, ANYTIME, old buddy! Helen, Thank you! I was fascinated by the duality of the picture, too. On one hand it seemed slightly scary, and comforting at the same time. Weird, huh? Awwwww Maaaasha,.....sheesh....i am out of anti-blushing creme, and have no defense against your praise this morning! hehehe Love that Batman poem! How well you know my fur-faced friend. He was loving my feet to death this morning....until i figured out he wanted his special canned food.....what a Hambone he is! I WILL write something about him.....great idea! Thank you so much for the Kitty Poem! That was ultra thoughtful of you and funny than all get out! Give the Gals a hug from Dulcy and I and Batman for us! jeff |
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