Your passion for soul searching Ripped a hole in your galaxy, eh?
Lovers must have hope to spare Dream your dreams, sweet poet Dance in the shadows of reason and logic Rush into the arms of your heart's desire
The jaded, cryptic excuses of the uninitiated Is just gravel under our feet
Without stars, who would ever look up Without looking up, who could ever hope Without hope, who could dream Who could love...Who could flow
Tomorrow is yesterday all over again Unless we dance Just outside the reach of mundane-ness Everydayness...Sameness
The three bullies who steal the milk of our joy On the playground of our souls
Wail against the emptiness, sonneteer Cry out against the wilderness, troubadour Rail against the pursed lips and raised eyebrow Of reason, logic, and common sense
Bro. Eddie, somehow your name was on the edge of my brain and I went to your site, and found this. It's like it just jumped off the page and said "Hey, HEY, yeah you! Over hear. . .what are ya deaf or somethin'? Got a word for ya!
Thank you my big beautiful huggable Brother of the Muse (and Jesus too)
blessin's, I LOVED the stanza about bullies, milk or our joy, and playground of our souls. Amazing! and I'm savin' it. . .
This is a teriffic piece, Eddie. Good work. Thank you.
Reviewed by Amira van Kerk (Reader)
Reviewed on July 4, 2004
Without stars, who would ever look up
Without looking up, who could ever hope
Without hope, who could dream
Who could love...Who could flow
This paragraph is excellent. I love these sentences. So wise.
Very good write.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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Thank you my big beautiful huggable Brother of the Muse (and Jesus too)
blessin's, I LOVED the stanza about bullies, milk or our joy, and playground of our souls. Amazing! and I'm savin' it. . .
blessin's
cynth'ya
Without looking up, who could ever hope
Without hope, who could dream
Who could love...Who could flow
This paragraph is excellent. I love these sentences. So wise.
Very good write.
romantic. Thank you~!! Phyllis:)
and it is a present...Love should
always be sought... then cherished...
loved this Eddie..floria