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Below is the poem entitled Satellite which was written by poet Tim Ryerson. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.

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before time was time
throughout all eternity
you were always there

sending out signals
waiting, patiently waiting
for me to recieve…

Inspired by the song 'Ripple' by the Greatful Dead

'It's a hand-me-down
The thoughts are broken
Perhaps they're better left unsung
I don't know, don't really care
Let their be songs to fill the air'

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  1. Date: 7/28/2013 4:29:00 PM
    Very good write! I really liked it- Heater

  1. Date: 7/27/2013 9:54:00 PM
    A very good write, Tim, I always write with music going through my head, I don't think I could write otherwise...Thanks for the read .....Peter

  1. Date: 7/25/2013 12:43:00 PM
    Tim, this has got a lyrical feel to it, or maybe its just me? How are you doing? Hope the week has been kind to you. ;) smiles and hugs me

  1. Date: 7/25/2013 9:12:00 AM
    Nice one..I enjoy reading your poems Tim and its been quite a while..: )Quite a few yrs actually.Very creative.

  1. Date: 7/25/2013 4:15:00 AM
    Your right songs help deliver a certain poetic life tag maybe thats way we love music so much great poem poet.

  1. Date: 7/24/2013 3:47:00 PM
    this is wonderful, Tim, and to answer your question< i was in Hayward. A horrible place to raise kids. We got out just in time i think!! (it was 1990 when we left)

  1. Date: 7/24/2013 8:06:00 AM
    Fantastic! Tremendous inspiration too. There's a song from Rise Against called "Satellite". It's a great song.

  1. Date: 7/24/2013 7:01:00 AM
    great words! Laura :)

  1. Date: 7/24/2013 7:00:00 AM
    A great poem about communication and satellite, songs are the tendrils that wrap our soul, especially if it is a hauntingly beautiful one Tim, thinking of you, peace xxx