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| Please enjoy these beautiful, thoughtful works that other writers have graciously allowed me to publish on this page. | |||||||||||||||||
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How it Must Feel By Azureydldy I've never seen the tides change nor felt the pull of the undertow. Have watched nature work the sands out to the vast depths of faraway oceans, though. Waves that soften toward the bottom the deeper it gets must tire of the everlasting ebb and flow. Yet they roil and crash, rise and rock move and swell on and on. The floating embryonic state of surrender so sweet swirls from the powers seeming stronger. Bearing down, reaching substance, safety and solid truth grains of grit caress beneath my feet. Movement continues, perhaps softer more restrained. Debate forms in a split second Will I ride the tide again. This must be how the pull of the water feels. Sometimes I'm powerless as nature has her way Yet I sense the respect of the need to calmer seas. No play, says Neptune, as I strive to make deals. No play says Mother Nature its not what I allow. This is real, this is true. You are my light, my child. You will survive | ||||||||||||||||
| The following poem is a personal favorite of mine written by a great friend and web page advisor. Thanks for this wonderful contribution to The Poetry Page, Gemi. | |||||||||||||||||
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An Untitled Song From The Heart By GemiMore My heart followed when you left. I watched it disappear into the abyss. The nothingness it left behind screams through my waking hours -- draining me -- until I finally, finally sleep again. The abyss in which you sleep tugs at my soul to steal from me what is left of this rotting shell. It tugs; not knowing that I give willing to whatever, or whomever, would take my pain. | ||||||||||||||||
| This following poem is very special and was contributed by Geezluiz. | |||||||||||||||||
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WHISPERS I am listening.... can you hear it too? All you have to do is stop and listen Let me tell you of the WHISPERS..!! When I look up into the western sky at night Millions of diamond-eyed stars whisper to me Eash a separate voice with one phrase... YOU ARE LOVED. When I walk in my beloved mountains And the warm sun shines upon my face It wraps me in it's gentle voice.. YOU ARE LOVED. I am listening... can you hear it too? All you have to do is stop and listen... A friend will call with a laughing hello or seek solace in my words And whatever is said, the heart truly speaks... YOU ARE LOVED. All the music that I would share tonite be it classical or rock... It speaks so of the heart of me... YOU ARE LOVED. I am listening... can you hear it too? All you have to do is stop and listen... A flower, a bird, a sweet gentle soul at the beach...conversations with the waves... They all speak to me... YOU ARE LOVED. The wind at my face and the sun warms my back.... A tree to shade and protect... Like loving arms around me all... YOU ARE LOVED. I am listening ... can you hear it too? All you have to do is stop and listen... A true love, an old friend... A lost child, a forgotten trinket... All have their whispers .... YOU ARE LOVED. Speak to me oh happy earth.. And know that I take joy In all those whispers gentle on my soul.. YOU ARE LOVED. I am listening... can you hear it too? All you have to do is stop and listen... YOU ARE LOVED... by...."j" 9/18/98 | ||||||||||||||||
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