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All These and I Today Are One

ALL THESE AND I TODAY ARE ONE All these and I today are one Two blocks The neighborhood Supermarket flower shop bakery music school Drug stores creamery burger stand Baptist church Restaurants stationery shop Emerson School dime store Filling station alley-garage theater apartment houses Downing Street 16th Colfax many trees and many houses Is to value childhood pleasure happiness naïve, This child in later years, From habitual convenience bound? The solemn English horn of memory Reviews it all in minor key I urge you see A child’s dissolved personality, See him surely slowly integrated, Become a part of street and trees, Mingling with the axle grease, As well the milk and cheese While dying of mere summer games, Played out through years of yearning for lost times, A crowd of ghostly voices call By unexpected means Through the veins AND Surely do they course my veins As blood congested Races in reverse Old neighborhood’s almost too much a part of me – Walking running skating SHOUTING! The infinite as boundary

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 8/19/2011 9:32:00 PM
a great write, enjoyed. I'm leaving soup because we have to do away with the internet. may be back later. thank you for commenting on Farewell for now Soupers.
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Date: 8/1/2011 9:31:00 PM
Loved that "horn of memory" line. A wistful trip into the past and told so well.
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Date: 7/29/2011 2:01:00 PM
oh, so this is Denver!! Gosh, I was picturing the good old midwest with this one. LIfe is not Mulberry anymore, is it?
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Date: 7/28/2011 3:18:00 PM
Your "crowd of ghostly voices" crying out at the sumer games of yesteryear gaveme chills, Daver. Our personalities are formed by the activities and encounters wehave in youth. How sad that theold neighborhoods disappear. Thank your for this journey back to childhood days, my friend. Love and blessings, Carolyn
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Date: 7/28/2011 11:12:00 AM
And I mean wow ! Awesome write dear poet ! I ammmmm filled with fond mems when I read this, 'for the second time sir ! Wow....this write has the awesome flow of a true poet ! Have a wonderful journey Dave ! Much love, james
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Date: 7/27/2011 10:43:00 PM
This is truly excellent and cleverly done. The imagery here is gret. Can see the children as the grow up and are truly marked by their experiences. The adult personality is formed by the experiences of the child. Great job here. God Bless, JB
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Date: 7/27/2011 10:32:00 PM
this is a pleasure to read, Daver. And what an interesting closing line. You did not live all your life in that same town where you live, did you? it fits very much the personality of someone who never leaves home. Glad to see you put up a new poem. YAY!!!
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Date: 7/27/2011 2:48:00 PM
A vivid portrayal of an indelible part of you. The streets and buildings of my childhood are etched deeply in my mind also--even though some of those places no longer exist in the real world. Regards, Robert.
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Date: 7/27/2011 2:07:00 PM
Hi Daver!! you are in a reminiscent mood I see. Enjoyed reading your thoughts.
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Date: 7/27/2011 1:58:00 PM
Love the minor key part. Isn't life in that state today? This has a sadness to it of past times that sounds like a part of you. I did enjoy your words so much Daver and don't think of you as an "Old Dog" as you say. I have a different picture. :)
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Date: 7/27/2011 1:48:00 PM
Thank you for sharing your wonderful poetry today Daver. I enjoyed reading it and will be back again soon to read more. Love, Carol
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