Open Poetry #36 |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA ![]() |
For years I have found myself living- Behind a most complex facade. Concerned more with getting than giving, Not caring on whose heart I trod. I'm taking time now to consider- To delve for just who I might be... For only in truth is there freedom, And now I desire to be free. I've learned to appreciate beauty- No matter just where it be found. The wilds of the canyons and deserts, Or the blossoms which cover the ground. The unselfish nature of friendship- A commodity getting more rare. That a book can't be judged by it's cover, Nor a heart by a face fine and fair. I often wish I were an artist, With a flair for acrylic and oil- That I might record all my travels Before I am one with the soil. |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
"The unselfish nature of friendship- A commodity getting more rare." ![]() John, I sure do enjoy reading you ![]() you are a wonderful poet! |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Excellent write cowboy... and I'm pleased to read you again so soon. Hugs~Nancy ~Time has cast a spell on you, |
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since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Always heartfelt, honest writings. Much enjoyed. hugs, Chris Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
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scorpio Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178right...there |
Well written John. It's always a pleasure to read your words. believe in what your heart feels... |
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