Lines of our lives Converging Diverging Maps' gridlines The bars that now Keep us far apart Now the lines that I write My journey so lonely And you don't want to Wait or waste time To read all my thoughts That become words that I write I remember you near me Nailed into my brain Sharp like a pop rivet The lifeline so vivid In the palm of my hand That would sway me Each time that I touched The lines on your face As I watched you Intently to see The lines of your eyes When you'd smile Just the way only you do Still etched in my mind And the phone line Now patiently waits With me day after day For the sound Of your Voice
Aww tink's so very sad! Someone needs to start a fire under his butt! Must be blind, poke him in the eye, that will get his attention then kiss it and make it all better. :) seriously, wishing you lots of luck and love. You deserve both my friend!
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
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Regis
peace and love, Carole
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Tina
This is beautiful yet sad. Your imagery is outstanding. You guide one over each line with you.
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Felix
Best regards,
Leland
Eileen
Yupcomeonsouthafricastuffthembloodyaussies....