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James Gale
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A poem I wrote for my wife .
Remembering
As you stand there in your peaceful, graceful way .
As the wind blows through your hair , I am reminded
of the first day .
You came to me so sudden and so shy . When you
spoke to me , I had to ask myself why.
When you touched me on my face , I thought we were
once joined in another time, another place.
I could not believe that this was happening to me. Then
again with you it was was easy to understand you see.
You looked into my eyes and entered my heart and soul .
We became two into one , we became whole.
When you hold me tight I can feel the love you have
inside .You make me realize theres no need to hide ,
but to carry on with pride.
You give me the strength to go on , the power within .
You always show me the light , the way to begin.
So now when you touch me softly on the face , I can
remember back to that time and place , It was so many
years before , I was lost and nobody loved me , so I
imagined you opened the door .
J. G.
Remembering
As you stand there in your peaceful, graceful way .
As the wind blows through your hair , I am reminded
of the first day .
You came to me so sudden and so shy . When you
spoke to me , I had to ask myself why.
When you touched me on my face , I thought we were
once joined in another time, another place.
I could not believe that this was happening to me. Then
again with you it was was easy to understand you see.
You looked into my eyes and entered my heart and soul .
We became two into one , we became whole.
When you hold me tight I can feel the love you have
inside .You make me realize theres no need to hide ,
but to carry on with pride.
You give me the strength to go on , the power within .
You always show me the light , the way to begin.
So now when you touch me softly on the face , I can
remember back to that time and place , It was so many
years before , I was lost and nobody loved me , so I
imagined you opened the door .
J. G.
Marie Mallory
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Nice poems Joe, I'll come back later and read the others.
Joe Riley
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Found Poetry by Erin Marie Hall (link)
Joe Riley
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Excerpts: 'The Poetry Home Repair Manual'
NPR | By Ted KooserPublished February 21, 2006 at 4:08 PM EST
Can You Read Your Poem Through Your Poem?
"When my sister and I were small children, perhaps five and eight years old, our parents took us to the Wisconsin Dells, a popular tourist attraction just a few hours' drive from my grandparents' home in northeastern Iowa. These picturesque rock palisades on the Wisconsin River are a smaller, flooded version of Colorado Springs' spectacular Garden of the Gods."
"I remember very little of that trip, but we can be almost certain it was one of our family's daylong outings with a predictable lunch of cold meat, mayonnaise, and Wonder Bread sandwiches. I have forgotten most of that day, and have long since lost whatever souvenirs I wheedled my dear parents into buying, trinkets that would have been paid for slowly and painfully, coin by coin, from a purse that my mother always held tightly in both hands."
"I probably went home with one of those little souvenir Indian tomahawks in my lap, one with a black rubber blade painted aluminum and a few brightly dyed chicken feathers tied around the handle. Or perhaps it was an Indian drum made of pieces of inner tube stretched by shoelaces over a cardboard cylinder." READ MORE
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Mary Stetler
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Uhmmmm....