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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
1966 Saturday night, the girls make up their pretty red hair and the dirty satin clad preteen gambler lines up chances on the hood of a cherry red Rambler take your pick, take your girl out to the fair make a dream reality, between the lights, nestled there a hand made halo for you to wear you look pretty, my New York City lady in the Asbury Park evening shade as Smokey Robinson cries out into the purple sky lovers walk the boardwalk, they dance and they cry for this summertime to never ever end for the best of times to be comin' up 'round the bend we make our promises to the tune of a carousel concerto the stars climb out of the clouds, soft diamonds in their glow the 22nd street ballerina still haunts the casinos and candy rows as the late August moon blinks his code to the blue jean flamingos smiling on the beach through the dizzy narcotic New Jersey night I sigh my farewell to the awakening highway as your car dips out of sight then I kick my boothills against the dirty green wall of the arcade combing the sand out of my hair, I sing under my breath a pretty serenade that I've kept inside me for oh I don't know just how long but I know, sure as the salty waves roll to shore, it used to be our song I'll keep it for you, like brand new, inside my pocket just keep me near you always, next to your heart, in a silver locket now I need to be headin' back to the city by train where dreams aren't cheap but you can live in mine anytime, sweet Jane "Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, and tell them; and the truth of truths is love." --Philip James Bailey |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
I like the way this drifts through time and space, highlghting emotional markers that bring you to the present moment. Enjoyed. |
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Daniel Storm Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 91New York |
You kinda make me want to dig back into the archieves of my own life and find that Jane...don't we all from time to time? Thanks. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
sigh |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Ironically, I wasn't even alive in 1966. I wouldn't be born for another 13 years. But I have one of those "old souls", and I kinda wish sometimes I lived in 1966, not 2004. I'm weird that way. Anyway, thanks for the kind comments. "Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, and tell them; and the truth of truths is love." --Philip James Bailey |
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A Romantic Heart Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-03
Posts 5496Forever In Your Heart |
WOW..I have felt the same way...like I have an old soul and I feel like I should have been born ten years earlier. I wanted to be a sixties child... ~love and hugs ~ARH  Come,love all of me, mind, body, spirit..feel my passion, taste of me, be filled completely! |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
This takes me back to soft summer nights and the dances of romance, promises, and memories of first love, music and bright dreams. I still have a crystal heart necklace with an arrow through it that my sweetheart gave me to keep close to my heart. Thank you for sharing this--a time capsule which definitely made me smile. ~ Karen ~ |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
feels like a memory within my soul- My spirit will rise |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
beautiful poem ARCTIC WIND |
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