i love you more than a river runs than rain is wet and sky is sky more than the wind blows thunder rolls lightning strikes i love you more than rock is rock i love you more more and more
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grateful
Posted on Sun, 04 Oct 2020
I once met a very old man and still healthy I asked him how he got so old, he said he counts his blessings, every day. He had been a municipal bus driver many years ago.
Why does everybody write about summer and spring, now? It's a bit early if you ask me, well here it is really on the threshold of summer. It's wonderful you know.
This is lovely Rhiannon! Although I cannot really speak but I do know people married for so long. Maybe the secret is in acceptance and being tolerant. Mostly in the marriages I've known it is a healthy clean honest life
John Denver has a beautiful song of the eagle "I am the Eagle I live in high country .. . .. I am the Hawk and there's blood on my feathers .. " He wrote such incredibly beautiful songs and many of them almost exstatic.
The poem is lovely, it reminded me of my childhood, and then nearer towards the end the fight for survival, harsh, cruel "eat or be eaten". Anyway it is beautiful.
The poem makes me think of Ingrid Jonker who wrote of her own tragic death where she walked into the sea and in the end her body washed out on the sand in sea weed and grass the same as she foretold. It also makes one think of Van Gogh and Eugene...
grateful
Posted on Sun, 04 Oct 2020
I once met a very old man and still healthy I asked him how he got so old, he said he counts his blessings, every day. He had been a municipal bus driver many years ago.
Beautiful words, lovely quote Rhiannon &
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spring
Posted on Sun, 20 Sep 2020
Why does everybody write about summer and spring, now? It's a bit early if you ask me, well here it is really on the threshold of summer. It's wonderful you know.
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in a nutshell
Posted on Sun, 09 Aug 2020
More to it than meets the eye . .. . it could be spiritual or romance, or both, and even more then, the title hey? There are different levels.
In a nutshell, a lovely little poem, a gem!
See you Donna! Nolan &
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acceptance
Posted on Sun, 16 Aug 2020
This is lovely Rhiannon! Although I cannot really speak but I do know people married for so long. Maybe the secret is in acceptance and being tolerant. Mostly in the marriages I've known it is a healthy clean honest life
All the best stay...
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intimacy
Posted on Tue, 11 Aug 2020
How beautiful! I think few people ever experience such intimacy.
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a flower blushed unseen
Posted on Wed, 05 Aug 2020
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, and waste it's sweetness on the desert air -Thomas Gray
Well Richard, at least we saw your poem hey? And a good one at that. Congrats with the Cherries!
&& Nolan
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song of the eagle
Posted on Sun, 26 Jul 2020
John Denver has a beautiful song of the eagle "I am the Eagle I live in high country .. . .. I am the Hawk and there's blood on my feathers .. " He wrote such incredibly beautiful songs and many of them almost exstatic.
See you Richard!...
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Yes Rachel
Posted on Sun, 26 Jul 2020
Yes Rachel, and do you know that old song "Picking up pebbles and throwing them into the sea .. ..
And also to you for your kind reply I thought you could pehaps misunderstand my comment.
See you! &
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childhood, and survival
Posted on Sun, 26 Jul 2020
The poem is lovely, it reminded me of my childhood, and then nearer towards the end the fight for survival, harsh, cruel "eat or be eaten". Anyway it is beautiful.
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desperation
Posted on Mon, 13 Jul 2020
The poem makes me think of Ingrid Jonker who wrote of her own tragic death where she walked into the sea and in the end her body washed out on the sand in sea weed and grass the same as she foretold. It also makes one think of Van Gogh and Eugene...
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