I LOVE POEMS
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Wow! is all I can say you've really made my day with meringues of sweet dishes and far away wishes I can't believe I can play dancing around with the words tripping up, avoiding the curve slipping into my mind set and yours oh what great messages heard so I will come to you often cause my mind is a furnace of sounds around and around they some times collide but I've firmly my feet on the ride x
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you said' never leave me' there were tears in your eyes and I knew that it wouldn't be me, to walk out on our love and this bittersweet thought, held the truth of our destiny and so came the day you departed I acted like I didn't care cause the shipwreck you left was Titanic but my head held my heart to the pier close the window to birdsong lock me away from the air my lovers a leaving and I am a grieving leave me to slumber for years and still you return to my mind sensing sweet breath and presence of time why can't I let you go? find another cause I meant when I gave my reply 'yes I will never leave you' even save portals of dreams
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Wow, just so wonderful poems, dear quail! I always wonder how we can find something close to our hearts in someone else's creativity - songs, poems, movies... Thank you for the aesthetic pleasure!
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Dear Lana I have missed you, hey so good to hear from you. I have met Paul on a couple of occasions this is a poem I just wrote of our first time at Tate Liverpool a modern art gallery, for you as ever xx You kept turning your head as I waited to catch your attention to speak looking over your shoulder you looked puzzled our eyes met, was it a freak? we didn't talk then but later as the art danced around the room all I could see was your kindness soft chestnut glaze in full bloom. more than a fans glance I thought but silly, like love songs you wrote for there you are jetting around the world whilst I sit alone, what a joke! Out There Out There Out There is your girl who is ever remote. xx
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Lana Walder:
Wow, just so wonderful poems, dear quail! I always wonder how we can find something close to our hearts in someone else's creativity - songs, poems, movies... Thank you for the aesthetic pleasure!
She is quite creative. Our common sentience and similar life experiences seem to bind us. Is WATER LOW on Youtube? You should tell me of your thoughts and ponderings on spiritual progression some time.
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The tide comes a lapping and flows out again the moon does the waning Canute but spirits flow through me once in a while at a wardrobe when i'm up on the roof Why do I get there? who knows the truth? but get there and stay there I do and I feel the gentleness of their breeze and my heart skips a beat or two They're all around us whispering out of the sea from it's fathomless depths and the shore just listen to, soft drumming and beat they are living their lives once more
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The light in the room was quite hazy the cloth on the chair was soft fur 'I remember this room' thought the young girl but who was I meant to meet here? A ladybird perched on the window the looking glass echoed the lair as the dust of a moth slowly vanished she unravelled her memories clear For there on the wall hung a picture of a forest, spun silver, gold, thread and a bird, in a tree that stood weeping, sheltered hawk like, some speckled green eggs 'Don't worry I've not come to steal them' she whispered through the pain of her grasp for these emeralds belong to the free birds and now we are free at last
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A ladybird perched on the window the looking glass echoed the lair as the dust of a moth slowly vanished she unravelled her memories clear Quail I am really enjoying your poems, so freeing of the soul
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That one was really good, Quail! Beautifully rhythmic!
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Oh why, when I sit on the sofa do the cushions get screwed up and worn? my mosaic tiles no longer shimmer and the wallpaper looks like it's torn The cottons come out of the lampshade is it just, a sign of repair? Then the candle wax snuffs out the wick head these little things cause me despair! The tape measure, measures only inches the second hand passes the time all of this detail never noticed before now you've left me i'm out of my mind!!
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Cloud me in sweet sorrow pattern me with rain please me in the sunlight take me high again bring me down before you laugh and call the game paint pictures from the words Out There colour me into the frame keep the story simple complex in it's depth spin and weave and alter until, just clouds are left.
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Addictive mind is aching to be an addict again addictions become such a dirty word but where did love begin? Addict me to your sorrow i'm not afraid of pain for me there is no tomorrow i'm in the addicts frame Of mind I am a hero, i face the fight from within for you i'll be your saviour just whisper where to begin and begin and begin and begin
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SurSteven:
Our common sentience and similar life experiences seem to bind us. Is WATER LOW on Youtube? You should tell me of your thoughts and ponderings on spiritual progression some time.
Absolutely agree. And here's the information about WATER LOW http://maccaboard.paulmccartney.com/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?t=90578 Would be interesting to talk with you about spiritual progression as well!
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Dear quail, it's such a pleasure to read your beautiful poems, especially about one musical Genius from Liverpool. Thank you for sharing your stories with us. Your metaphors are so expressive, wow, like this one: '...your kindness soft chestnut glaze in full bloom...' And your new poem about addiction is wonderful. Recently I woke up with a great song "Free As A Bird" playing somehow inside my head and it was pleasant to find out that on that day you posted a poem about: " 'Don't worry I've not come to steal them' she whispered through the pain of her grasp for these emeralds belong to the free birds and now we are free at last"
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Dear Lana I actually worked on the 'Free as a bird ' video, part of it was filmed in Liverpool and I come from a TV Film background! it was a magical experience and I love the end result, was I cheeky expressing the line or did you and I have karma? who knows kid. it is so good to see your face you are a beauty. I thought 'Addiction' may be a bit on the dark side but i'm so pleased you liked a bird passed through my dream it's wings echoed oh so loud, yet the comfort was one of a mission and so I stood there, quiet and proud I stood still and it slowed down to speak and my mouth opened to it's beak it suckled quite sweetly we were so completely two spirits caressed cheek to cheek but I knew it would die without water so I lifted it out from my mouth and climbed up the ladder, to order a container that I could dose the drought but so many choices confused me some too big, some too square, some too round, and I turned to my bird that lay thirsty and there it was bereft on the ground this was a real dream Lana don't ever let your own escape you. xxxxxx
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dear Lana, just watched and listened to Casandra quite a few times, I love it! da da da da da da , da da da da da da da. ethereal and magical and now in my head. loved the direction of the video also, fantasy meets goth. by the way my first name is Sandra xxxx so it has a special resonance for me.
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quail:
Cloud me in sweet sorrow pattern me with rain please me in the sunlight take me high again bring me down before you laugh and call the game paint pictures from the words Out There colour me into the frame keep the story simple complex in it's depth spin and weave and alter until, just clouds are left.
I really enjoyed this one Quail!
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Lana Walder:
SurSteven:
Our common sentience and similar life experiences seem to bind us. Is WATER LOW on Youtube? You should tell me of your thoughts and ponderings on spiritual progression some time.
Absolutely agree. And here's the information about WATER LOW http://maccaboard.paulmccartney.com/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?t=90578 Would be interesting to talk with you about spiritual progression as well!
This is a little poem thought I had once when pondering the concepts of...structure and freeform. Some of our friends play with circles and some of our friends play with squares while most of our friends have taken their circles and squares and... put them together to make gears and cogs and flowers and pinwheels It is neat how your freebird dream awakening song in your head and quail's poem synchronized... It just even further confirms my thoughts that we can intuitively communicate our feelings at the magical instantaneous quantum level...very very cool...these phenomenal things seem to be part of our collective spiritual progression...love your good works!
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For the holiday... those who are traveling have a safe trip there and back... THE BAY HOUSE It's so hard to leave this house One sure place that's filled with love Spirits guide from high above Straight to our hearts, and lots of hugs Children smile with happy faces Dappled sunbeams, benevolent graces The joy of food, with love prepared Heavenly smells, they fill the air The sounds of waves to sooth our worries Slow us down, become un-hurried The gulls they soar invisible currents Salty air, we love the scent Beach badges, sand pails, boat sails the colorful sights that fill our eyes Each day unfolds, a new surprise My heart it opens oh so wide Love rushes in, upon the tide Heartfelt, it melts, everything LOVE IS ALL
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love2travel:
For the holiday... those who are traveling have a safe trip there and back... THE BAY HOUSE It's so hard to leave this house One sure place that's filled with love Spirits guide from high above Straight to our hearts, and lots of hugs Children smile with happy faces Dappled sunbeams, benevolent graces The joy of food, with love prepared Heavenly smells, they fill the air The sounds of waves to sooth our worries Slow us down, become un-hurried The gulls they soar invisible currents Salty air, we love the scent Beach badges, sand pails, boat sails the colorful sights that fill our eyes Each day unfolds, a new surprise My heart it opens oh so wide Love rushes in, upon the tide Heartfelt, it melts, everything LOVE IS ALL
Beautiful! Quail, love yours, too