God he misses her (poem) by Randall Davis Barfield on AuthorsDen

God he misses her
by Randall Davis Barfield → (All Poetry by Randall Davis Barfield)
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God he misses her today Some days more than others And how She was like his little rock Since God Himself is the big Rock (Of ages, right?) She was more than a friend She was there, just that� Always No questions She had a vested interest in him You could say You can�t go back, however Like it or not You have to keep going forward Toward your own, he realizes Toward your own transition He guesses it is Transmission? God knows what it is What�s in a name anyway? And labels are bad God he misses her today The solution Take drugs? Smoke pot? Pull the trigger? Ouch! For crying out� No Those acts aren�t cures Aren�t panaceas They�re escapes they are Without the valves No Talk to Him Tell Him He�s the Rock Your needed drug He is Who�ll understand Take your hand even Bet ya didn�t know Rocks could hear Did ya? Guess most can�t But one can The old Rock Not Gibraltar Not Rockport, Maine The one of ages, Man.

Reviewed by Gwendolyn Thomas Gath

Reviewed on September 1, 2007

Quite intriguing and yet gently delivered.
This write possesses a quiet beauty, enjoyed partaking.

Sincerely and with blessings,
~Gwendolyn

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on August 24, 2007

Wonderful writing,enjoyed...Hugsssssss

Reviewed by Shirley Cook

Reviewed on August 23, 2007

I like this ,ironic but with deep meaning,moving...

Enjoyed reading your web site.

(thanks for review)

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Taking the easy way out, this sounds like suicide...a messy, selfish act friends and family have to clean up...God he misses her is rock solid. Yes, all labels are bad and so are hypocrites. "The one of ages, Man" perhaps today's Man is weak in that he segregates the ones he don't like and casts them aside as undesirables...like lepers of the past age and lower caste people of India, thrown to clean sewers...just might be a poet or two in all this crappy banishment...the real deal is to make people feel welcome and not so God uppity phanatic that ones don't cast the poet who will change lives and uplift a starving nation...turn water into wine and feed the populous...yeast rising...God he misses her...

Sage

Reviewed by Joyce Bowling

Reviewed on August 22, 2007

Hey friend, your write is a bit mystical, a bit mysterious, and also has an abundance of reality and wisdom within! She...must've been quite the companion...for the other is enduring much suffering. Reminds me of when my grandparents passed away...my grandfather died on a Friday and my grandmother died the following Thursday...the only explanation was that she had grieved herself to death! One couldn't live without the other...sad...however, you've penned a solution, the only solution...go to the rock! He is our rock, our shelter in the times of storm, our friend when all others have forsaken us, and our companion when we are or think we are alone! My friend you've penned a poem of intrigue, one that is thought provoking and profound...enjoyed! Just enough information about the female character to allow the reader to draw their own conclusions, can fit several situations...well done!
Blessings,
Joyce B.

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Heart touching, beautifully bittersweetly penned.

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

If we were able to go back we could had passed through stone walls, but, the write was in the wall, the only thing needed is to read the words and kept going forward with the missing embedded like a little thorn that soon will be forgotten by the pain of a bigger thorn.
Great writing!
Georg

Reviewed by Larry Lounsbury

Reviewed on August 21, 2007

Love the message in this one. Sometimes ghost can talk. It's believing the right one when it is important that counts.

Reviewed by Linda Hill

Randall,
Heartfelt tribute. Advice to be taken, my friend. Talk to Him Tell Him He's the ROCK. Keep your spirit and your faith. Awesome work.

Blessings,
~Linda

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

There's a lot of faith expressed here, Randall. Thank you. Love and best wishes,

Regis