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Hunger

Walking down a crowded street with a cool breeze at my back smells from a food vendor linger and I stop for a seafood snack I sit upon a nearby bench and stare off into the wayward night the moon she peeks around the clouds and a lonely star is shining bright My mind drifts off into that wayward night to a time when all the stars would shine a time when it was just you and me and everything seemed right Oh how I hunger I hunger for those times when words were loud and feelings strong and nothing could go wrong Oh how I am starving starving for those simpler days where thoughts roamed free and easy the winds were soft and sweet our muse was much ablaze and not a feeling was asleep

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 8/22/2017 10:10:00 PM
The title intrigued me, loved this poem!
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Date: 11/22/2015 10:25:00 AM
Oh! nice memories of the past. Loved much the last two lines. Loved always my lovely friend,bl
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Date: 11/20/2015 7:42:00 PM
Oh, for the memories, Tim. You show that strongly in this poem!
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Date: 11/20/2015 3:38:00 PM
Change can be harsh but the memories will always remain. Very good Tim. Cheers, Connie
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Date: 11/20/2015 2:48:00 PM
- Thoughts back in time that everything was simple and nice - Beautiful, Tim - I wish you a peaceful weekend, enjoy :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 11/20/2015 1:15:00 PM
This is quite sentimental, but beautifully executed, Tim. Yes, there is a deeper hunger that grates beyond our stomach linings. And it's that kind of hunger that can hurt more. I really enjoyed the images you put in here as well. Thank you as well for passing by my post, Tim.
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Date: 11/20/2015 2:56:00 AM
Hi Tim, it is real and I love your poem. Love SKAT
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Date: 11/19/2015 8:48:00 PM
Not all hunger can be satisfied with food. Love is such a rich and intoxicating food. loved the poem Tim! Missed reading you.
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Date: 11/19/2015 5:30:00 PM
Ummm..that 'wayward' night !!! I feel a tinge of sadness connexting with memories from the pas t when 'the winds were soft and sweet '..Sad yet so beautiful indeed.
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Tim Smith
Date: 11/19/2015 5:40:00 PM
Thanks Charma. It is a tad sad but the memories are beautiful and the muse will speak strongly once more in time.

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