Re: Two Intentional Poems

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Dear Randy,

I'm sure Vivian will love her poem. How can she not!! Anybody would

love a poem written so eloquently for them!

Love and Light,

Carole

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> Over The Weekend...

> I thought to myself; " I have not written a metered rhyming work

in years, can I still do it? " This was the result-

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> What Never Was

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> A realization to me shown;

> How can that that die which is unknown?

> Words expresed from a broken heart,

> though love was not there from the start.

> Consumed in daydreams I was blesed

> with kiss filled lips. A soft caress.

> The perfect love was given me,

> but only for the mind to see.

> Imagination running wild.

> Becoming old, yet still a child.

> Until today, for now I'm shown

> without my daydreams, all alone.

> What has happened? Now I see,

> how all that's real eluded me.

> There are no words which can lament

> what never was has came and went.

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> ***

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>

> Saturday, I was at a business I frequent. The lady who works

there always brings happiness to others but seldom smiles herself. I

mentioned this to her and asked if I could write her a poem. She said

no one ever had before. This was the result. I went to give it to her

but she was out of the office, so I just left it on her desk-

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> The Answerles Question

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> When Vivian isn't smiling.

> When hours ot mere moments

> take from her

> happiness, serenity,

> joyful sighs,

> there lies not within

> the slightest clue

> of how far this reaches,

> and simply, it is written off

> as a part of life.

>

> How does one find the words,

> not of colorful compliments,

> but truth.

> Absolute truth.

> Comparable flowing calligraphy

> which will affirm,

> and become a fuzzy warm blanket

> of acceptance?...

> To write of a star

> which holds wishes and dreams.

> Night lit vows

> from love smitten lips.

> Since time's beginning,

> appreciated, idolized,

> even worshiped,

> yet the star

> has no clue.

> Simply shining and dancing.

> Being itself.

>

> Thus is the parallel,

> the paradox

> of trying, clawing,

> to show her herself.

> The inner and outer radiance,

> so perfectly balanced.

> How even in the brightest sunlight,

> the flowers choose

> to lean toward her.

> The reason birds

> gather and sing.

> Even the warmth

> in childrens hearts

> playing, and making snowmen;

> Her presence is there also.

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> When Vivian isn't smiling,

> the clouds weep

> their transparent tears

> and she calls it rain.

> There is no wind

> waiting to carry her breath

> to suffocating angels.

> It is simply seen

> as a calm still day.

> So many things,

> endless, incomprehensible,

> including the question-

> How does one tell a star

> and get it to accept

> that indeed,

> it is a star?

>

>

> Randy

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