Just For You Poetry

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It is so easy to fall into a routine and to forget that life can be joyous, Seema. A beautiful and timely reminder that each day is a gift, and we should not take it for granted, Ma'am.

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Trump, oh trump, fling your clarion note, my heart in my throat, and on this I dote for all time. Your call fills me with such beauteous rhyme. Rain, dance, with softest tattoo, while harmonics accrue from rooftops, renew my strength. A much-needed soothing across my afflicted soul's length. Oh, rad...

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A determination to not be weighted down by a world gone insane comes through quite clearly in this fantastic write, Nishu. To allow oneself to flit about and move with a joyous step is surely good for the soul, Ma'am. Indeed, let us dance, no matter the season, and with or without any reason, says I...

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Love the flow and action you pronounce in this great write, Steven. A captivating and entertaining write, to be sure, sir.

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A life lesson given a poetic and beautiful voice, Sandra. How we often spin about trying to attain things that are not yet ready for us to take possession of....yet, there is so much that is within reach of us, yet we cast a blind eye and realize it not. It is wonderful, Ma'am, to see you posting ag...

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Taking the time for reflection, and then allowing for peace to be known and forgiveness to be realized is fantastically shown in this softly gentle and beautiful write, Stella. So many refuse to find that quietude, which enables such stunning wisdom and tranquility to be known. A fantastic and sagac...

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A wonderful means of depicting the burgeoning and blooming that occurs as May takes hold, Fay. A delectable treat you have shared with us, Ma'am.

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We work out what is caught up in the vortex of our hearts and souls, Karin, and I would say you most certainly, and beautifully, put on display the steps taken to work out the emotions within, Ma'am. I've not seen this form before, and I appreciate Stella's comment and insight. Green is a most beaut...

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A sensual air given voice in this awesome write, Stella. When bared, our souls can shine so beautifully, Ma'am.

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A tranquil landscape and feel you give unto us in this endearing and magnificent write, Fay. Such a reverent tone, and the majestic feeling of such a place that overcomes one when we enter those beauteous gardens.

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An opulent read, with such stunning and perfect imagery to portray the scene and those feelings we must deal with, Karin. We find ourselves with tears flowing and yet we smile, too, when reminiscing about a lost love that we experienced, upon a time, Ma'am. Such a beautiful means of expressing this,...

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A moving and beautiful write that speaks to those feelings we suppress during our waking hours, Stella. Alas, we are confronted by that which we had hoped to keep tamped down and tucked away until such a time comes along when we believe we can better deal with those emotions. A most exquisite write,...

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A magnificently classical feel to this write, Cindy, and I am swept up in the despair that seizes the narrator, Ma'am. You've written this perfectly to convey that sense of loss and the undeniable anguish felt when words we wished said are left without being uttered. This is my favorite write of you...

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Watching one we love at the last is heart-rending, for sure, sir. Knowing what is occurring must be so saddening, indeed.

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Caught in that very real and frightening moment of extreme pain and distress, Tom, and you convey it so well in this riveting write, sir.

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Poetically, this brings about a sense of peace and fulfillment, Joseph. We shall know true peace once we cross over the barrier, sir.

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Utilizing such majestic imagery truly elevates this fantastic sonnet, Stella...and comparing such beautiful scenes to that of a maiden "first kissed" is exquisite. A fine gem of a write, and one that should beckon the reader to return to read it again and again, to be sure.

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I love the rhyme and flow of this majestic outing you've shared with us, Tom. It sings so well and moves so smoothly, sir. Grand imagery that puts me in the scene, and that also speaks to me about reflecting on the journey we've endured in life.

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Oh pointless night, oh slapdash sky, how wistfully you pass me by! Streaming hope in starry nets, but not for me with all my debts to pay. My heart of lead leaps not that way. Oh perfect moon, half-held above, whose crescent boon my bane in love, and so my voice, now cracked, aflame with dying passi...

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A thought-provoking write, nevertheless, Stella, no matter that you label it "a ramble", Ma'am. Contained within our own hearts are conflicting emotions and thoughts, but when we are gone, are they, too? A great write on which to ponder, for sure.

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The agony made known through this verse at the undue and untimely separation between two who have loved one another so completely pierces the heart, dear Fay. Your high skill in verse is such that we, too, feel that stab and wrenching pain within our own hearts, Ma'am. May the Lord continue to comfo...

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A beautiful depiction of that time of the day (or night, as it were) when we can reflect and remember those who had, or currently hold, a significance to us, Stella. Gorgeous imagery, my friend, and a soft, gentle feel that enfolds the heart.

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The cost, paid in the currency of our young men (and women, now), was and is such a high price to pay, Tom. The horrors of war come alive through your verse, sir.

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An outstanding write, dear Fay, singing of the glories found in Spring, which is nearly upon us....though, I must admit, it did snow here last night. The beauty and warmth of Spring surely must make an entrance, and soon, or I fear I'll wither away soon, Ma'am.

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We think that we messed things up beyond repair, only to turn around and be delightfully surprised that love did not depart, as we feared it might, Joseph. A lovely write that I much enjoyed, sir.

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Saying farewell is never easy, and we tend to hold on to and nurture the pain of loss overly long, Stella. As Joseph noted, this sadness applies whether the separation is a voluntary one or not (breakup, death, or even just when our children leave the nest). A beautiful and poignant write, Ma'am.

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A wonderful display of beautiful spring flowers and the grace they lend the land, Stella. This verse merrily dances along, bringing much joy, Ma'am.

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Too funny, and the finishing line sums it all up so well.

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Happy Birthday, Stephen...and I hope your special day was filled with much joy, sir.

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A stunning write of rare and exquisite beauty, dear Fay. The clever wording and phrasing heightens the joy found and deepens the sorrow, Ma'am. How gorgeous and meaningful a write this is, my friend!

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Mesmerized to such a degree by the light that the narrator, perhaps, neglected to refill the lamp, Prashant? Or, as Stella notes, there was no need to refill the lamp for the purpose of it was fulfilled in one filling. Very nicely done, my friend.

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A pensive write with an edge of melancholia due to the separation, Stella. You mix spirituality and reality within the heart's remembrances to effect a beautiful write that sings in sorrowful tones, yet also recalls those times of known joy, as well.

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Clever means of highlighting "Spring", Tom, and a beautiful reminder that the season is now upon us, sir.

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Wide open expanses, of plains, windswept, of rains, that wet the golden grains, in their dances. Open sky of blue. An eye, to view, the wondrous hue that cloudless skies imbrue. On hills, my heels touch not the ground. These toes sink down into a mound of loam, so deep, and barefoot, feels the cooln...

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Yes, Denys...you nailed it, my friend. Now you know why I am such an avid reader, sir. You have captured the true essence of feeling found by those who love to read with a gusto. A truly excellent write this is, Denys...and I will brook no argument to the contrary, you hear?

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Such nice imagery, Cindy...and the rain can be so cleansing and bring a beautiful scent to the air, Ma'am.

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A need felt, yet is it more a want than a need, I wonder? There is a feel of indecision that you convey so well in this marvelous write, Prashant...like we are off kilter a little and are trying to find our balance, my friend. A great write that I truly enjoyed reading and thinking on.

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The warmth allowed via the pleasure of this experience, Stella, and we would dearly love to share such moments with that special someone that we love, Ma'am. A write that calls up such beautiful sensations, Ma'am.

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Prose writing is much more difficult than it appears, Stella, and yet you adroitly pen this gem of a write with such a beautiful flow, incorporating majestic and beautiful imagery. When writing in prose style, the flow is often given short shrift by the author, but you, my friend, kept a smooth lilt...

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Wow, the picture is quite alluring, to be sure, dear Fay, and the grandiose feeling of Spring coming forth to make an appearance is quite appealing and beautifully depicted in this amazing write, my friend.

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I love the jazzy seductiveness of the accompanying song (and Diana Krall is quite a stunning beauty, I must say). The unexpected pairings you produce in imagery and word throughout this write is astonishing and enlivening, Karin. The write is alive with an innocent and frolicking gaiety that comes a...

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A melodic flow and rhyme scheme that emphasizes a heightened haunted feel, Cindy. Poignant, and tinged with sadness...a beautiful write, indeed.

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Ah, the bashfulness of Spring is so wonderfully depicted in this charming and well-told write, Cindy. I wish Spring would be just a little more bold, and come out of the shadows and into the sunshine.

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Well, I do wish Joseph a most marvelous and Happy Birthday! What a grand poem celebrating this wonderful day, Stella.

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I enjoy both rhymed verse and free verse, though, as of late, I've found myself delving more and more into the rhythm and rhyme style, sir. A great write, Joseph.

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Friendship and love definitely found within this softly exquisite verse, Stella. How lovely it is to think on being away from the world while being accompanied by a loved one, Ma'am.

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A beautiful and poignant write, Tom. Time does not negate the feelings of the heart, to be sure, and we can, years later, look upon such signs and testimonies of it and know that love is such a powerful, wonderful force.

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Even when all hangs by a thread, we can find a renewal of hope, especially if folks are not disinclined to give folks a second chance, Sandra. We still might find we have hard times to go through, but we can do what needs to be done with a lighter heart and with a smile on our lips, Ma'am.

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Nice, Tom. There are those days when we feel down and glum, and yet one burst of color enlivens us and washes those blues away, sir.

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---------- ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ ---------- ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ Inspired by Thomas Hood's verse, " I Remember, I Remember " ---------- ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ ---------- ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ Endless Night, endless Night, this place where color's drained, muted shades of grey and black, rescinding Daylight's joy, restrained...

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