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He was all the things
I wanted to achieve in life
And then some.
How may I give tribute to the man
I miss more than the air I breath?
I could say that he was loved
Or that he was the smartest person I knew,
I could talk about endless lessons
Told and repeated over the years
In his absence.
I think it is important to say
That throughout my life
He was always there.
As a child I would sit with him
And I remember how much
I loved his reading to me,
And oh yes his face,
Those blue eyes
And his dramatic expressions
While telling his story.
We had a bond he and I.
Stronger I think than most perhaps
But then all little girls love there Dad's.
I don't remember him
Ever raising his voice to me
Other than to call for me
To come in while outside playing.
Everyone loved my Dad
And he in turn loved
Everyone and life in general.
He taught all of us so much
Over the years.
Even as a young adult I remember calling him
On several occasions for his input
In one way or another.
He would say...
"Never go to bed angry" and
"Don't cry over material things,
They can always be replaced".
I think out of all the things he taught me
And above all else
That I hold dear.
I miss him saying simply
"I love you"
And of course that was
Accompanied by a big hug.
My father, my friend
My mentor
For all my life.
Oh how I miss him..
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i found a love,so rare and
true.
a love only read about in books or seen in
movies.
a special person,whos very touch ,puts me in another
world.
one single kiss from her.makes my whole body jus go
liquid
if shes away from me for one day,i feel so empty without
her
i cant even find the words to tell her how i feel and what she means to
me.
but i look forward to a lifetime of showing
her.
i love you S and look forward to growing old with you
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Berceuse was of the hummings I did hear
next to the breast of a matriarch so fair.
Born was a maternal love beyond sheer;
tainted,never to be,endless for our share.
Thus,incessant is your wisdom of life
that I continue to apply with my days.
Those were the filial times of my life:
neonate-joie de vivre to present phase.
And so we remain in such felicity,
never to be aberrant from our hearts.
Trial of me in my own iniquity
never diminished the love that mother imparts.
Harsh changes in time have only found us
with timely endeavors,and we prevailed!
My mother,who can deny and discuss
(as dare one baring zucchetto or veil)
that you are not a saint within the eyes
of hearts you showed kindness to throughout your life?
Yes it is true of this poem's imply
that you'll forbear the worst of pangs and strife.
There is not enough words,nor stanzas to
express all the love that keeps teeming within.
With paramount sincerity,"I dearly love you."
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Gone almost half a millennium ago,
Here comes one of your kind;
A mind ever ridden by the chariots of Muse
And who rest never can find
Until he ceases to refuse
And empties the weight of pen.
Your great grandchildren still love your art
And so dear you shall forever remain in my heart,
Each day I read your eloquent verse
When low moments I want to pass.
' To His coy Mistress' methinks was your best
written under Muse's forceful behest,
For no mortal can such a nugget craft,
Unless they intoxicate the throes of superior art.
If I were the Giver of breath to the fallen,
Andrew, I would resurrect your noble soul;
But your shall remain forever stolen
By the quiet and bliss of the tomb,
Perhaps till the congregation of the chosen few
Who include repentant gurus of letters like you.
Now two things we share in common,
That were to me recently known:
That your father was a honored clergyman,
And mine a revered reverend who served his turn;
The second thing we both love the beauty
And the dazzling splendor of art's alacrity.
Now, rest in peace and in undisturbed bliss
And let your offspring's rhyme your spirit please!
...inspired by 'Reveille' by Joseph Brodsky
Songs unsung will disappear,
as breathless as a stone, the fear
of Armageddon fills the air
and gathers strength against the prayer
that withers, fizzles into nought,
despite the lessons we were taught
to love our neighbours as ourselves,
not disrespect our worthy lives,
or take His name in vain, the strain
of bleeding from another's pain,
the art of empathy forsaken,
carefree paths so quickly taken
Thoughts are squandered, so are souls
who sanctify disparate goals
and chase false dreams on sand consigned,
the facts misjudged and misaligned.
Cause and effect, a law of nature,
who to kill and who to nurture,
what to crucify or kiss?
the measure of our helplessness.
There is no try, there's only do,
and I'll expect the same from you,
to strip away dishonesty,
the hallmark of our misery.
To live in love and purity
we'll neutralize our enmity
and join together, hand in hand,
no hurtful lies, no contraband.
The answer lies amongst the stars
unnumbered in the universe,
a child's first breath, the blushing rose,
where hatred cannot interpose.
We met apon this very site to strangers in a room.
Just two names apon a screen hello would lead the way.
Many will wonder but we keep are mystery no longer.
We found comfort in one anothers arms.
but most of all we found love something neither one of us
had known very often.
The road we have travled togther has taken many twists.
two best friends who soon became lovers we fell into
this without question and stumble happily togather along the way.
Now with a ring apon your finger and a promise
at a life niether thought we would know I look forward to every
passing day.
To hearts clasped togather.
Two loves one passion cast in stone by eyes that shall never betray.
This is not so much a poem as it is a true statement of the
little spitfire who stole my heart who in so many ways saved my life
its really no secret to anyone who knows me yet truley only one really
does you may know her As Julie Loveless
But that name will soon change as I did propose
and she did except so to any who may wonder
she is the other half to my heart.
I love you Jules
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It’s Maysville Kentucky’s own,
Laurie Ginn writing her poetry.
Snuggled down in the hills,
There’s no other place to be.
With an active happy life,
Her heart overflows with joy.
She loves our Heavenly Father,
And has two 6’2” teen boys.
She has a love for nature,
Being in the midst of conifers.
Hiking deep in the woods,
Is a spiritual experience to her.
Sitting outside under the stars,
Illuminated by the fire’s burning logs.
Listening to the beautiful music,
Created by the crickets and frogs.
No on can leave the campfire,
Until the fire burns out naturally.
For she can stop dead in the road,
Amazed by the beauty of a tree.
With a freedom to love and give,
She aids church and disturbed kids.
And when her music is turned up,
To turn it down she forbids.
Her words flow like the Ohio River,
Poetry Soup showcases her skills.
Her inspiration is all around her,
Nestled in the Kentucky hills.
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This poem is for Laurie Ginn,
a fellow souper and friend.
For her suppotive comments...
Born and raised in Brooklyn,
with a poetic heart to write.
Anticipated in making friends,
all poetic forms bring him delight.
With a love for ice skating,
at the Franconia Notch Lakes.
Inspiration is set to verse,
from the photographs he takes.
He winds down with opera music,
Carmen and Turandot are his fav’s.
With a natural love for writing,
his poetic words get great raves.
Enveloped by English gardens,
and spending time in museums.
A yearning for reading poetry,
led to spending time in athenaeums.
His stomach has it‘s craves,
and asks for Italian delicacies.
Being with family and friends,
are his utmost priorities.
Ann Sexton & Ogden Nash,
are his timeless inspirations.
Annie Lennox, a favorite musical,
concludes this dedication.
With sincere gratitude,
and poet-to-poet respect.
I chronicled the honest likings,
of poet, Mr. John Heck.
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Dedicated to a fellow Souper,
John Heck for his support.
If a bird never spreads its wings
Then it will never fly
Just as when we learn to love
We also learn to cry
If a baby never learns to stand
It will never learn to walk
It’s more important to learn to listen
Than it is to learn to talk
The things that matter most in life
A friend is teaching me
How to not only open up my eyes
But open them to see
He teaches me to love all things
With tender loving grace
Everything that shares this earth
Has a special place
Every time I read James poems
I can clearly see
That the Lords greatest gift of all
Is loves simplicity
James has taught me through his poetry
that love is the simplest of all things, it
is us who over complicate it. It should
quite simply be freely given to all things
for it is much easier on us to love than
it is to hate. His understanding of things
like love, compassion and appreciation
quite simply amaze me.
I married her because she gave me what I wanted
most.I felt the warmth in every kiss,touch and hug.
Her heart was full of love me.Two young adults madly
in love,all we saw was us together forever,never thinking
about the for worse or for better.We went in with good
Intentions,so blinded by love and affection that we failed
to pay attention to the obvious.More money,more problems,
young and unprepaired we couldn't solve them.When we
had nothin that's when we were the happiest but as she
moved up,I stayed stuck and things got rough,what I
had to offer was no longer enough.As she distanced herself,
I was losing her mentaly and when the affection died out I
lost her emotionaly.The kisses and I love yous no longer
came from desire or passion,it became a routine of basic
actions.We are trying to hold on because the love is still
strong.Its a risk but all is worth it if love still exist.
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