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Post by mysticbluebell on Aug 23, 2015 21:30:46 GMT
Everybody knows it: Longing |
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Post by puddles on Aug 24, 2015 13:17:20 GMT
A Longing
A longing I no longer bear
is now a memory of my past
unhealthy food gave me cheer
made me think my health would last
Now I live a more healthy style
have lost some much needed weight
which gives me hope in this trial
to shrink my body for my sake
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Post by doreen23 on Aug 24, 2015 17:35:11 GMT
Never too Late (a Longing)
It was something that
I had always wanted.
but my parents
could never afford.
A piano that is
Far too expensive,
lessons too dear
I was told.
Of course I was
disappointed
But I was young
and I soon got over it.
I was at an auction
many years later.
Lot 13 a piano
in good condition.
Seventy five pounds
Such a good price.
OK start me at fifty.
a hand shot up
It was mine.
I had bought a piano
My husband just said.
but you can't play
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Post by mysticbluebell on Aug 28, 2015 17:03:46 GMT
Your food on 'more healthy style' will serve you with some additional years of a good life, Roland, I'm sure and I know you do very well! Thanks for putting your words into poetic shape.
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Post by mysticbluebell on Aug 28, 2015 17:05:56 GMT
Aw, I can so well understand your longing, Doreen and I am sure that this purchase is making you happy furthermore.
The contrary here, I always had a piano, then in my later years due to arthritis that crippled my fingers, I was no longer able to play the piano and this was a constant hurt, so I decided to sell it, just to find some peace of mind again...
Beautiful poem of your little story, thank you!
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Post by mysticbluebell on Sept 1, 2015 9:34:01 GMT
Longing
It’s where the songs fall asleep after being sung,
Longing awakes from the sound of wishful dreams.
Melodies remain with us, a sound forever young,
Enriching gifts to heart and mind by all means.
The time we met now seems so long ago.
Our song is resonating to never lose,
Eavesdropped by trees old like Methuselah
Reminding me, back then we sang in twos.
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Post by puddles on Sept 7, 2015 15:45:28 GMT
"It's where the songs fall asleep after being sung"
This longing you've created do awaken wishful dreams, enriching sweet melodies makes one forever young, nice flow my friend.
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