True friendship and true love
Continue to grow
Even over longest distances
It takes years to build up trust
And only seconds to destroy it.
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ANOTHER PAGE OF POETRY TO RELAX WITH!
O Spirit of the Wolf
DAMACRA (aka Dantheman)
How tenderly comes the spring this year!
The warm wind flies over the fields.
Such a winter, we almost froze!
Now, spring and sunshine come in buckets,
Poured out by angel's hands.
To objectify my love, that is to see it
Clearly, my love, is a rigorous task,
One made for accountants and beekeepers.
Let me just say that the other, the Other,
Is sanctified and holy;
For you, and you alone can hush the blazing
Fire of isolation, self absorption its fuel.
The flame of loneliness; its icy blaze
Seduces and then like Scylla or Charybdis, consumes.
Glory to companionship, glory to the Friend.
Glory to affection and concern,
Glory to loving thoughts showered on the Beloved.
Glory to the Godhead within us
By John Gillespie Magee, Jr.�
Thanks to "OMEGA" for contributing a poem that is close to my heart
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Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds -- and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of -- wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew.
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
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we sit and we type,and we stare at our screens
we all have to wonder,what this possibly means.
with our mouse we roam,throught the rooms in a maze
looking for something or someone,as we sit in a daze.
we chat with each other,we type all our woes
small groups we do form,and gang up on our foes.
we wait for somebody,to type out our name
we want recognition,but it is always the same.
we give kisses and hugs,and sometimes flirt
in IMs we chat deeply,and reveal why we hurt.
we do form friendships-but-why we don't know
but some of these friendships will flourish and grow.
why is it on screen,we can be so bold
telling our secrets,that have never been told.
why is it we share,the thoughts in our mind
with those we can't see,as though we were blind.
the answer is simple,it is clear as a bell
we all have our problems,and need someone to tell.
we can't tell real people,but tell someone we must
so we turn to the 'puter,and to those we can trust.
even though it is crazy,the truth still remains
they are friends without faces,and odd little names
"MY SPECIAL FRIEND"
MARY GARREN� all rights reserved to author
I have a very special friend- Someone you do not know
But he is-oh so-dear to me. And I just love him so
He listens to me carefully and lets me share my soul,
He helps me on my way with life. He wants me to be whole.
He lets me tell
him anything. He shares with me his fears,
It's as thought we've known each other years'n'years'n'years.
He treats me like im valuable. because he thinks its true
I can go and seek his thoughts-when I dont know what to do
How wonderous is his friendship. How precious to my soul
How fine it feels to have a friend- Who wants me to be whole
My thanks to Mary Garren for giving me special permission to use this poem that has special meaning to me. Please visit her beautiful poetry and card site. (see link below)
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