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D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
Do tears feel the birth of a son? Will a son’s tears ever stop as your time nears? Sadness damming emotions still clinging reservoir of hope depressed soul needing a mother’s cuddling. Cradle of change, mother’s undying love never meant to be forgotten even if the Lord taketh your breath away. Memories rocking the crib the special love within mama’s boy needing you. From the spirits that bore me to fly in the winds of time exploring the emotions evolving a child turning into a man, accepting the gauntlet from a crippling miracle the child arose into a mother’s lap to face the challenges of the world. In the grief I may have given, you taught me to stand tall never diminishing my esteem every mistake needing encouragement your shadow holding onto me letting me know the love you had for my dreams. If I could give you a special gift words of creativity within me. Dynamic garden of delight floral arrangement of imaginative beauty floating rainbows of tender wings humming birds buzzing of nectar wild flowers of sensual designs fragrances of perfumed pleasures blossoming affection of Nature’s treasure mother deer nurturing her young dancing dawn of innocence aging owl of magical wisdom hand picked bouquet of words showing mama, I love you! Tears then showering warmth moisture of divine respect hoping for another miracle, creativity with father time the epitaph of motherhood blessing this ole soul turning him back into a child needing his mom’s smiles. Dad is flying high awaiting you my brother, your son next to him having too recently departed creating great discomfort within you and your two remaining angels. My sisters love is so special she shares my feelings understanding my many faults. So I will take family leave to be by mom’s side giving comfort in the same way she stayed by my side in childhood illnesses. Mother, I love you. Depression has set in, dark arms of living nightmares creeping shadows of gloom, must stay strong in appearance holding back the tears hurting continue to write poetry from a broken heart so fragile shattered in serenities turmoil writing roller coasters amusing the minds of time blessed with the love given by others bearing children. Note: I am trying to finish a book called Writing Roller Coasters that will be dedicated to my mom. Poetry about living in non-conformity, riding roller coasters of life’s pleasures. Obviously it has its down side and may show too much of a now recluse poet, by showing all his faults. In dreaming about success, I keep finding way to falter in living opinions. With Mom driving me harder now, I will publish soon hoping to show my special dedication and maybe even sell a few books to those that never failed me. For all those poets who have silently seen me grow, hoping to see me climb the mountain, I am in the foothills of the challenge. I feel guilty of dreaming for it is really not all about me, just something I must finish for the love of those still believing in that I have something to offer. I must give thanks for the miracle that made me walk after crippling polio. (That is what they said I had.) That upon seeing a Christmas tree I stood up and walked to my mother’s lap pointing at it, while their was tears of happiness streaming down her face. Maybe in a fantasy, I can created a Christmas tree for her to enjoy, sparkling with so much love it will melt her heart, as we hold hands into eternity. May God bless the one’s we call mom, dad, sis and bro, for they are all family united in each other’s feelings. Give a poet a hug for sometimes they need it to feel worthwhile. D.Lester Young Somewhere in America not on company time 07/02/03 |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
*sniff* This really made me shed tears, so much emotion.. Very powerful, and great write.. |
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KoKo Senior Member
since 2003-02-15
Posts 995Inside the shadow's shadow |
I gotta admit...I'm pretty terrified in replying to this. I don't think anything I could say could add up to this amazing piece. I'm afraid of not adding up. I don't know how to express how I feel about this...I just want you to know that...I read it...And...I tried to reply...But I can't find the words. I'm sorry. I'm wishing you all the luck I can with your book! That's impressive!!!!!  I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I wish I could get in my car and drive up to Tuscaloosa and hug you in person, my friend. I do know all about what you've written here, very sad, very depressing, very well described pain. You will do well in your book, I can tell. Write on, and share the roller coaster rides with me. An outstanding piece of writing here! You have my heart. |
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Jennis#1 Member
since 2003-07-08
Posts 112IL, Usa |
Wow.  wonderful poem. It made me cry so hard.keep on posting, you have talent.  |
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