I think with my heart....

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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.

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[+4] - Letty - 04/04/2010Lilies and roses and flowers of blue, Spring just like a firefly With lanterns so true Encased in a heart as they always will be, To all of our poets Who seek to be free Happy Easter...
[+3] - tsarstepan - 03/03/2010I 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...
[+3] - edgarblythe - 03/04/2010letty, 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...

Miss Letty wrote:

I think with my heart....

It happens to me too..

Nice poem, Miss Letty.

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@Francis,

Thanks, Francis. Most of my poetry comes from the heart.

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@Letty,

I think with mine too.

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@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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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.

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@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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@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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@Letty,

Neat one, Letty.

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@Letty,

Lovely, Letty.

And not a bad way to think at all, in my humble opinion. Smile

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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.

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@Letty,

That was not encouragement (on my part), Letty.
It was appreciation. Smile

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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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Words, so pleasant and subtle like a gentle embrace
can only come from the grande dame of a2k - Miss Letty.

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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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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.

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@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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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

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@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

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@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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I think with my heart....

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