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Jane
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Jane Won't you come see me Queen Jane won't you come to me in the morning, in my mourning of love's last breath of spring won't you bring me a bottle of rain a vintage port of a childhood April my smiles pressed in scrapbooks my miles fading back over the hill down yonder, beyond the New York dawn over on 4th & Sullivan, playing the pawn for you for you I'll always feel the same so won't you come see me won't you come bleed me darling Jane Won't you look into my eyes sweet Jane won't you look and see in the evening, in my leaving of this old Greenwich Village scene won't you take me away from pain of losing my self to an adult December my smiles pressed to your cheek my miles fading, far away to remember when last I rested my head on a shoulder of a girl who carried my heart, she was older than me than we crumbled, for I fell for you I had to remember your name so won't you remember this for me won't you come plant your seeds in me pretty Jane Don't you see who I am, crazy Jane don't you see only me in the daylight, or under neon lights deep inside the New York night won't you bring me a bottle of wind a vintage port to fill our sails again and cruise around the Hudson our smiles facing the cold dawn our miles fading, moving on from those tired old crowds dragging us down so with you with you I'll always spend my time for we got all the time to entertain our love, standing, kissing in the rain so won't you come and stay with me Queen 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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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
this was so enjoyable, perhaps b/c I love New York City so much...you've painte familiarity for the readers whom have been there, to walk within those streets of a marvalous playground... Incredible write |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Thank you. The funny is, I've never been to New York City. It's all me imagining what Greenwich Village might be like, either then or now. I'd love to go there sometime. "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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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
It is funny, that you've not been to NYC, for to me, you took me there - this was well done-  SusanHappiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
S.D. A very lyrical poem, a love song ballad of sorts...well expressed, enjoyed reading it -------ice ><> Come read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling And banish the thoughts of day. Longfellow |
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