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I think with my heart....

 
 
Letty
 
Reply Wed 3 Mar, 2010 10:22 am
Instead of my head.

Some words that I hear,
Should never be said.

A light in the window,
A dark moon at night,
A somber collection
of fear and delight

Occasionally stippled
With strange second sight.
 
Francis
 
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Reply Wed 3 Mar, 2010 10:25 am
Miss Letty wrote:
I think with my heart....

It happens to me too..

Nice poem, Miss Letty.
Letty
 
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Reply Wed 3 Mar, 2010 10:32 am
@Francis,
Thanks, Francis. Most of my poetry comes from the heart.
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Wed 3 Mar, 2010 01:43 pm
@Letty,
I think with mine too.
Letty
 
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Reply Wed 3 Mar, 2010 03:26 pm
@edgarblythe,
I think it's the three of us here
That hold our hearts so dear.

Francis with his mastery of romance languages
You with your verse that always enhances
the mind, and the soul, and the grit to take chances.

I know there are more,
Have we opened the door?

Let us hope they'll come in
With word lances.



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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Wed 3 Mar, 2010 06:13 pm
My number one rule in writing is, "Don't be afraid to be bad." Even the most respected writers are certain to have written a fair share of drivel. So I do my best, hoping the best portions of my work is what gets noticed.
Letty
 
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Reply Wed 3 Mar, 2010 07:49 pm
@edgarblythe,
Even drivel's a start,
If it comes straight from the heart.

We learn as we grow,
Inspired by our glow

That we get when
in a moment of art.


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tsarstepan
 
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Reply Wed 3 Mar, 2010 07:56 pm
@Letty,
I would like to return to thinking with my heart but these days, my account balance is a tad too low. I can't draw anymore funds these days.

Still, what an emotionally earnest poem. Thank you Letty.
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ossobuco
 
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Reply Wed 3 Mar, 2010 08:03 pm
@Letty,
Neat one, Letty.
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msolga
 
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Reply Thu 4 Mar, 2010 03:26 am
@Letty,
Lovely, Letty.

And not a bad way to think at all, in my humble opinion. Smile
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 4 Mar, 2010 05:09 am
Thanks, osso and msolga. You have been very encouraging.

Tsar, When a heart is broken,
Often that's the needed token.

Think of Poe and all his troubles,
Writing amid his bursting bubbles,

" ...whom the angels named Lenore.."

I have been where you have been, Tsar, so I can identify with you.
msolga
 
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Reply Thu 4 Mar, 2010 05:11 am
@Letty,
That was not encouragement (on my part), Letty.
It was appreciation. Smile
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Thu 4 Mar, 2010 08:44 pm
letty, I hope you don't mind. I need a place to put this, but do not wish to start a new thread.


me my thief and my song

a thief would ransack my heart
much like aladdin in the cave
but found terrain of stone -
and a lonely tune

the thief laid down some art
the heart had looked so like a grave
there was naught but a moan
to greet my only tune

said thief would not keep apart
but composed a new stave
the loveliest i have known
to harmonize my tune

now thief cannot leave my heart
for naught else in life does crave
so in love we have grown
me my thief and my song

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CalamityJane
 
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Reply Thu 4 Mar, 2010 09:17 pm
Words, so pleasant and subtle like a gentle embrace
can only come from the grande dame of a2k - Miss Letty.



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Letty
 
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Reply Fri 5 Mar, 2010 05:11 am
edgar, that's what the heart is all about. Great lyrics, and I especially liked:


the thief laid down some art
the heart had looked so like a grave
there was naught but a moan
to greet my only tune

Ah, C.J. Grande Dame? What a nice remark. Thanks, gal.
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Rockhead
 
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Reply Mon 8 Mar, 2010 09:51 am
I stand all alone atop this icy hill
it takes all of my effort, my iron will
I must not fall down,
I must just stand still.
forever alone on this rugged old hill.

Letty
 
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Reply Mon 8 Mar, 2010 10:07 am
@Rockhead,
Wow! I knew you could do it, mooseman. "..it takes all of my effort, my iron will...". Love that line.

I stand alone with you,
Looking at the sea,

With a heart that is empty,
But one that is free.



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Rockhead
 
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Reply Sun 4 Apr, 2010 09:43 am
Spring has come, and melted the snows
small spotted fawns following fat mama does
a noisy brook proclaims it's joy
as squirrels and groundhogs hurry by
the owl just watches as though he knows
how I'm longing to plant my green garden rows


Happy Easter miss letty




Letty
 
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Reply Sun 4 Apr, 2010 10:28 am
@Rockhead,
Lovely, Rockymoose. " a noisy brook proclaims its joy" is my favorite line.

No flowers at all in my front yard,
But inside are two lilies of white,
That brighten up the darkest night





firefly
 
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Reply Sun 4 Apr, 2010 11:02 am
@Letty,
Lovely poems on a Sunday morn
Add sweetness to my cup of tea
I think of Letty's white lilies
And she shares their fragrance with me
 

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