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EnchantedWoodsGirl
True Blue Farmgirl
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Kathy
New Jersey
USA
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 Posted - Jun 14 2006 : 12:04:44 PM
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To Savor You
I've grown to savor each moment with you
like a connoisseur
who savors a fine old wine.
The thoughts in my mind
always reflect on you,
as patiently I wait to hold you in my arms -
to say I love you one more time.
I savor the words you speak to me
as if a secret message were hidden there.
I replay the mornings
to get me through the nights,
till the next time you are there
and I am by your side.
I cherish the laughter that billows forth
in your gusty way,
like the smoke that now billows forth
from the chimneys
to warm the inhabitants of a chilly home.
I savor the taste of your lips pressed to mine
and the feel of your skin
beneath my fingers -
with a desire to give myself
completely to your soul.
I've even grown to enjoy the rain
like it was on the morning
we walked along
reading the poetry I'd written for you.
I've grown to savor you
as I do my favorite things,
for you've become a part of me
that I can savor forever.
Katherine J. Weber-Turcotte
Dedication - D. Kneiblher 1981
Kathy of the Enchanted Wood
http://enchantedwoodmusings.blogspot.com/
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EnchantedWoodsGirl
True Blue Farmgirl
959 Posts
Kathy
New Jersey
USA
959 Posts |
Posted - Jun 14 2006 : 12:13:20 PM
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Dancing on Daddy's Shoes
I remember when I was a little girl
how my daddy and I would play,
even after a hard day's work
he would put all his cares away.
Though I mustn't had been
more than four or five
when I looked up to his face
I'd see his eyes full of love
his heart filled with joy
as his hands reached out for me.
And facing towards my Daddy
I'd stand up on his feet
that had worked all day
in those worn out shoes
But he still had time for me.
And we'd waltz around that kitchen
while the radio played a tune
And I felt as big as a grown-up then
as I danced on my Daddy's shoes.
But time moved on
the years flew by
and those memories I'd tucked away
in my heart with all the others
that I knew I would need some day.
Fate came along and dealt a blow
and it took my dad away
and the memories I had came flooding back
And I never had time to say,
That a little girl, a woman now
still remembers to this day
looking up to his face
with the love in his eyes
as we danced all his cares away.
He never saw me marry
or dance with me on that day
But he gave me a lifetime of memories
That death could not steal away
and I close my eyes
and I go back home
to the kitchen in that old place
and as I look up above me
I still can see his face.
And he held my hands
like I were a princess
as we waltzed around in place
And I felt as big as a grown-up then
as I danced on my Daddy's shoes.
And at forty-four my heart still breaks
when I think of what I did not say
How his memory fills my heart with love
and I miss him to this day
and I long in my heart
for the day to come
and that radio in heaven plays
and I'll look in his eyes
as he takes my hands
and we'll dance all our cares away.
I love you Daddy.
Katherine Weber-Turcotte
Kathy of the Enchanted Wood
http://enchantedwoodmusings.blogspot.com/
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jpbluesky
True Blue Farmgirl
6066 Posts
Jeannie
Florida
USA
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Posted - Jun 14 2006 : 12:36:33 PM
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Well, I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE poetry. Your poems are exceptional. The dandelion one really took me back to those summer days my mom sent me outside to find my own way to be interested in life. She always said, only boring people are bored!
And Kathy - my daddy passed when I was 19 and your poem really touched many of my same feelings. Beautiful.
Here is one I wrote a few years back. I have written poems since I was 13, but this one I wrote when I was about 52.
Whatever happened to that flower in my hair?
The one I picked from an open field -
Yellow petals big and bright...
It spoke of love and freedom
And taking to the back roads, washed in sun.
Whatever happened to that painted denim shirt?
The one that I embroidered -
It kept me warm while listening
to sweet guitars at twilight,
on porches in the Nantahala hills.
Whatever happened to those braided leather sandals?
They let me feel the heat beneath my feet.
They reminded me of Jesus,
Whose toes had to feel that earthly warmth
While he walked the path to God.
Whatever happened to that long-haired girl I knew then?
I never see her anymore.
But I know she's still around,
Listening to the Eagles
And rolling down car windows all the way.
Peace |
Edited by - jpbluesky on Jun 14 2006 12:41:54 PM |
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EnchantedWoodsGirl
True Blue Farmgirl
959 Posts
Kathy
New Jersey
USA
959 Posts |
Posted - Jun 14 2006 : 12:46:36 PM
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That was beautiful and I am crying over here - so true those words are - ahhh, but as we get older we have the uncanny ability to embrace our inner crone - I have not cut my hair since my sister died (at 51) in 2003 - it is long and I have not colored it and is now getting lovely streaks of grey - I am ME I CRIED - and the way I see it now, is either take it or leave it - the Eagles huh? how about blasting some Bad Company?
Kathy of the Enchanted Wood
http://enchantedwoodmusings.blogspot.com/
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_Rebecca_
True Blue Farmgirl
568 Posts
Rebecca
OK
USA
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Posted - Jun 14 2006 : 12:52:06 PM
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"Coffee"
Whenever your dark brown warmth I drink
With subtle hints of lactose swirl
Into your murky depth I sink
With sober thoughts about the world.
Within my monstrous mug you steam
Rich aroma, frothed white and brown
Ground and crushed, expressed from beans
In liquid hot my thoughts might drown.
Softly blurred and indistinct
Through caffeinated brew
Saturated thoughts release
And bid my mind adieu.
(I wrote this in 1996)
.·:*¨¨* :·.Rebecca.·:*¨¨* :·.
Wife of Jonathan, Mother of Joel, Caitlyn, Elia |
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EnchantedWoodsGirl
True Blue Farmgirl
959 Posts
Kathy
New Jersey
USA
959 Posts |
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jpbluesky
True Blue Farmgirl
6066 Posts
Jeannie
Florida
USA
6066 Posts |
Posted - Jun 14 2006 : 12:58:15 PM
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| Something you said reminded me of a Neil Diamond song. It is good to get to the place where we are ourselves, and we can let go of what we might have been trying to hide. I bet your hair looks great! |
Edited by - jpbluesky on Jun 14 2006 1:03:23 PM |
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Aunt George
True Blue Farmgirl
1476 Posts
Georgann
Midlothian
VA
1476 Posts |
Posted - Jun 14 2006 : 3:14:15 PM
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I love the poems! I'll comment more later...but fabulous!! Thought I'd inject a total nonsense poem here: Warning..really stupid content!!
Bears Aren't Naked.
Bears aren't naked.
They wear a furry coat.
I even know a billy.
Who's name is Charlie goat.
Penquins write with pencils
A lion never lies.
Ants can be an uncle.
And magpies don't bake pies.
Cats can be dog tired,
And dogs can be catbirds.
But a bull would rather steer,
Than follow in the herds
So look within a name,
To see what’s hidden there.
And hotdogs never bark
So eat one or a pear!
I'm almost embarrassed to claim that poem! LOL I have one about frozen snot too. |
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EnchantedWoodsGirl
True Blue Farmgirl
959 Posts
Kathy
New Jersey
USA
959 Posts |
Posted - Jun 14 2006 : 4:28:57 PM
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I like the interesting play on words Aunt George - tell me again what Highlights magazines you are in and under what name, I have a whole pile in the garage I want to look for you in-
Kathy of the Enchanted Wood
http://enchantedwoodmusings.blogspot.com/
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