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If you have a poem or poems you would like to submit , please e-mail them to [email protected]. I will be happy to read them and to post the more expressive and qualitative writing on these pages. |
"If only" I would have loved you well I would have loved you dearly And lovingly and long So sincerely I would have held your hand And walked beside you And made a vow of love Forever true You never saw me Never held me close You never kissed me Now you have missed me Heaven knows I would have given you Love worth remembering All the sweet passion You might dream of If only you and I Had been in love Donalou Editor's Note: Donalou passed away shortly after sending me this poem. She was 53 years of age and apparently was taken by heart failure. Although I had never personally met her, I corresponded with her for several years. She would send me her poetry to critique and sometimes she would tell me I was far too harsh with her but she thanked me anyway and was constantly improving in her work. She was responsible for introducing me to PoetHeart.com which we both thoroughly enjoyed. I will miss her. Her sister Jude wrote her feelings in a poem about her sister' death and I am reprinting it here. Weeping Death's moment undefined absolute in stillness. An infinitesimal process approaching unnoticed. Stealing through our hearts. Mourning in levels of sorrow. The knowledge of her death Her irreplaceable gifts gone Monstrous the youngest dieing first An accumulation of grief. This sad knowing. Terrible is what was left unsaid. Sharp regret in needles of grief. In death she is oblivious As I weep on Jude |
The Ballad of Rex... A farmer's dog came into town his Christian name was Rex, a noble pedigree had he, unusual was its text. And as he trotted down the street twas beautiful to see, his work on every corner and his work on every tree. He watered every gateway too and never missed a post, for piddlin' was his specialty and piddlin' was his boast. The city dogs looked on amazed with deep and jealous rage, to see this simple country dog the piddler of their age. Then all the dogs from everywhere were summoned with a yell, to sniff the country stranger's ore and judge him by the smell. Some thought that he, the king might be, beneath his tale arose, so every dog drew near to him and sniffed it up his nose. They smelled him over one by one they smelled him two by two, and noble Rex in high distain stood still, til they were through. Then just to show the whole shebang he didn't give a dam, he trotted in a grocery store and piddled on a country ham. He piddled on the mackerel keg, he piddled on the floor, and when the grocer threw him out he piddled throughout the door. Behind him all the city dogs lined up with instincts true, to start a piddlin' carnival and see the stranger through. They showed him every piddlin' post they had in all the town, and started to, with many a wink, to pee the stranger down. They sent for champion paddlers, who were always on the go, who sometimes did a piddlin' stunt or gave a piddlin' show. They sprang them on him suddenly, when midway into town, Rex only smiled and polished off the ablest white of brown. For Rex was, within every trick, with vigor and with vim, 1,000 piddles, more or less, were all the same to him. So when he was wetting merrily with hind legs kicking high, most were hosting' legs of bluff and piddlin' mighty dry. On and on he sought new ground by piles and scraps of rust, til every city dog went dry and piddled only dust. But on and on went noble Rex and wet as any real, and all the champion city pups were peed to a standstill. Then Rex did free hand piddlin', with fancy flirts and flits, with double dips and "gilly twists" and all the latest hits. And all the time this country dog never winked or grinned, but piddled lightly out of town, as he had piddled in. The city dogs convention held, to ax what did defeat us, but not one ever put them wise, ol Rex had diabetes. Submitted by an old friend who wished to remain anonomous |
The Blossoming Amidst an endless field of billions she rises from the earth's surface reaching towards the heavens instinctively each passing year bringing rebirth with fresh, enlightened buds The roots of her soul spreading deeper with time gaining strength as they branch out so many different directions buried deeply and safely from lifes many storms Each season she awakens and looks to the sky all of her nourishment contained therein golden rays of heat penetrate gentle breezes caressing precious moisture absorbed Layer upon layer of delicate petals gather sweet, tender beauty surviving the elements her multitude of colors blending creating such rare essence a wonder awaiting An occasional admirer pauses to observe her touching her, feeling her, inhaling her an alluring, complex kaleidascope with each touch, she grows closer to full glorious bloom Suddenly, unexpectedly, a glorious eagle appears knowledge and intensity blazing from clear eyes she feels his strength and feeds upon it blossoming to full magnificance she silently calls to him As he draws closer, the force of his wings sweep over her amazed and captivated, she opens completely serenity and completeness fill her he grips tightly and pulls her free carrying her to infinite blue dreams Submitted by Beverly Lewis Copyright 2001 |
Way Out There Suspended here - I'm so spaced out Shooting stars scream out with a squeal Floating here in fantasy Guessing what I feel No engine's jets propel me No tether ties me in place Orbiting in dreamy darkness Stardust sprinkled on my face No human has connection Nor understands my whims The moonbeams are my companions In the solar system's limbs No gravity forces in outer space Weightless slow motion has me spin I'm dizzy -breathing no oxygen The atmosphere's so thin. All the galaxy - my playground Meteor's shower me-What a blast! I'll be rocketing for light years In universal love-at last! Oh, heavenly bodies guide me, Planets of star-trekked infinity, Tell the Man in the Moon I want him He's my only reality. Submitted by Patty Lynn |
LOVES DEEPEST SECRET TRUE LOVE IS MUCH DEEPER THAN EMOTION OR THE BEAUTIFUL WORDS THEY SAY IT'S TOGETHERNESS, SHARING THE GOOD AND THE BAD AS WE STRUGGLE WITH LIFE EACH DAY SURELY IT'S MORE THAN THE STARLIGHT OR A QUICKENING PACE OF THE HEART IT'S ACCEPTING EACH OTHER, JUST AS WE ARE AND A FEELING OF LOSS WHEN APART TRUE LOVE IS PATIENT WITH OLD TRAITS ENCOURAGING THE BEST ONES TO GROW PLANTING AND WEEDING, IN TIME THERES A ROSE FOR TRULY WE REAP WHAT WE SOW TRUE LOVE IS A DEEPENING FRIENDSHIP ACCEPTING THE PAST WITH THE NEW IT'S FAR MORE EASY TO BELIEVE WE'RE IN LOVE THAN TO HONESTLY SAY "I LIKE YOU" HEREIN LIES LOVES DEEPEST SECRET PROTECTED FROM A WORLDLY POINT OF VIEW IF WE CAN'T LIKE EACH OTHER WE CAN'T BE IN LOVE THE LIKING IN LOVE IS THE GLUE Tammie |
Nobodys' Love Nobody really cares for you, Yet someone shares your nights And nobody wants to hold you Until morning spreads its light Nobody loved you before And Nobody loves you more Than someone. Nobody hides the feelings that Someone is allowed to show And someone gets to take you Where nobody wants to go Someone is all that he can be And someone holds the envy Of nobody. From: "Jim Jenkinson" Date: Tue, 15 Oct 2002 |
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