+ MY POEMS

THE DANCE
Like soft music trickling thru the wind
She came into his world
She sensed he could feel her
With beautiful words, they danced together
As if led by an unknown force
As a leaf in flight in a breeze
As a flowing river, there was no stopping
He let her enter his private place
To listen & learn
To appreciate his special way
How wonderful he made her feel
Making memories to always hold close
Always wanting one more "dance"
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::FALLING::
The music of your voice
Without another choice
But to fall under your spell
Fantasy world or hell
The web that you create
Tangles, captures my fate
Spinning your silky thread
A web of love or dread
Only time will make us wise
After the laughter and the cries
The music of your voice
There is no other choice
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This is a poem that I wrote to my friend, whose
father had died. I never met his father, but he read
this at the Eulogy.
NEVER TO HAVE MET
Your dear father, in my mind
Who raised a son to be so kind
Wonderful parent of your youth
Both men of respect and truth
I feel I knew him, thru you
Tales of him so many, too few
Into your life I came too late
Bless his soul as he meets his mate
Together now to be in peace
Remember that their love won't cease
They know the children of their love
Will feel their warmth from up above
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YOU
Sweet loving thoughts of who you are
That tantalize & tempt by far
The depth of your sincerity
Your gentleness a rarity
Have we met in another life
Deja vu as sharp as a knife
Connected in a way so clear
The feeling deep without the fear
More than not it's real and true
Doubts diminish to less than few
Your joy and pain are in my heart
In my soul even when apart
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Taken from "Chicken Soup for the Soul"
Two seeds lay side by side in the fertile spring soil.
The first seed say's "I want to grow & send my roots
deep into the soil beneath me & thrust my sprouts thru
the Earths crust above me, I want to unfurl my tender
buds & feel the warmth of the sun on my petals."
And so she grew.
The second seed say's "I am afraid, if I send my roots
into the ground below I don't know what I'll encounter
in the dark, if I push my way thru the soil I may damage
my delicate sprouts, if I open my blossoms a child may
pull me from the ground. It's better if I wait til it's safe.
And so she waited.
A yard hen scratching in the spring ground for food found
the waiting seed and promptly ate it.
MORAL OF THE STORY::
Those of us who refuse to risk
and grow get swallowed up by life.
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Love is always patient & kind
it's never jealous
Love is never boastful or conceited
it's never rude or selfish
Love doesn't take offense
it's never resentful
Love takes no pleasure in the sins of others
it delights in the truth
Love is always ready to excuse,trust & hope
it endures whatever comes
.....(Corinthians 13,4-8 Jerusalem Bible)
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