Just For You Poetry

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Quite an exuberant way you have of painting this, Denys...you nailed it clearly, in black and white, my friend.

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Both the picture and the writing are breathtakingly beautiful, Karin, and I love how the narrator extols and adjures us to not tear down the grapevine...there is much still to be found in its beauty and what it has to offer, indeed. Even our memories would want us to leave well alone, and preserve, ...

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Sometimes we realize too late what it is we took for granted for so long, Sandra. This touching, heartbreaking write certainly brings that to mind, Ma'am. If the mother, however, is able to recover, it would be fantastic to see this young lady change her attitude and actually show her gratefulness.

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That is a gorgeous painting, Stella. Wow, your talent knows no bounds, my friend. The poem, accompanied by that awesome painting, really gives depth to the emotions being felt. I love how you give the two viewpoints in this write, Ma'am....she, who "sees only the darkness", and those other...

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A sublime feel you apply to this outstanding write, Fay. A spiritual component combined with the sense of communing with nature, and how the descriptiveness of this utterly wonderful verse speaks to my heart and soul, my friend. So many beautiful phrases that give voice to the glory found in "t...

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A write with a very different feel from you, Seema. You positively capture that helpless feeling of being lost and not understanding why. My own grandmother went through this same thing, her body healthy while her mind and memories slipped away...so much fear and horror in her eyes, especially durin...

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Sometimes we just need some time indoors, without the distractions that accost us when it is we venture out of doors. Let us not make a habit of it, though.

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You capture the scene so well and the sense of being both separated from and being a part of this procession, Tom. Indeed, who might we meet on this journey, sir? Most excellent.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yii1ufTyOWs ---------- ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ ---------- ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ Reflections of mine upon first seeing my wife almost 30 years ago, and knowing that it was she who owned my heart from that very first moment. ---------- ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ ---------- ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ ✂ a peekaboo moment presents i...

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Oh, and Karin....the accompanying image perfectly complements this wondrous write. Wow!

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What an absolute treat this fabulous write is, Karin. So soft and romantic, a sheer joy to behold, Ma'am. Each line and stanza accentuates the blossoming love that is so felt. Your third stanza sings so majestically! "See! how our first eyelift-look locked love, see / How I dotted your violet e...

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Oh, indeed! I do hope that Dorothy had the most blessed and wonderful birthday, Stella, and that she enjoys many, many more!

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A heart-touching write that provides such hope and serenity, Stella. In this way, we can find the strength needed to face the new day, and to face it with much joy in our hearts. Bravo, this is a gorgeous write, Ma'am.

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That the narrator prays on the worries that beset him shows that he still has faith. I love the line "faith without works must take the blame"...that pronouncement surely should give folks something to think on, Joseph.

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A true friend will kick that door down in order to bring assistance in our most dire of times, Ma'am. Whilst our hearts are steeped in sorrow and we put on airs and a facade of false joy, our true friends will know and do their utmost to reach us. An engaging write that speaks to the truth of the de...

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We walked hand-in-hand over the dew-dropped grass, the sun mounting the sky like a proud warrior mounting his steed. Our path took us to a shadowed, wooded valley where the crickets still chirped and this crevice in the crust of the Earth held onto the night with the grip of a thousand men. Here, in...

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Erosion happens and ways become cluttered, Nishu...but that is never an excuse to abandon hope and heart whilst we still have the strength in our bodies and bones to draw breath and celebrate Life, truly, Ma'am. This is an uplifting and magnificent write, Nishu.

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Indeed, Denys....a great story that merely waits upon us to turn the pages. Love, Hope, and Inspiration await each of us as we are swept up, line by line, within the narrative that unfolds, my friend. Anticipation brings about much patterings of the heart, whose beat is quickened dramatically, good ...

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How grand you present this heartwarming write depicting the tenderness and fragility found in this beautiful month, Stella. You capture the eye with your soft imagery and you touch us with the tender tactile feel you convey so majestically, Ma'am. A beautiful write to experience this most fine morni...

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Love the form and the picture that complements this appealing write so well, Stella. To awaken to such bliss is surely divine, Ma'am.

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You mention His humble beginning and His cruel demise, but what has always captured my heart and attention is that Jesus took on flesh, both man and God, and willingly took on the cross for our sins, Joseph. He, the innocent Lamb, who, without sin, took upon Himself our sins, and who, upon that cros...

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You’ve bound me, soundly, within your weave, wielded iron, edged to reave the chambers of my heart. Your knowing smile tears me apart. In boundless worry, I bleat like sheep, retreat from sleep, and, in defeat, I weep. Can you not know this song I sing? Within my innards, an incessant sting. Catch m...

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The highest of highs and then the lowest of lows are realized by this debutante whose beau is lost to her, Karin. A stunning form, Ma'am, which you put to exquisite use in capturing the utmost joys known, and then the floor drops out. Why must war interfere so rashly and wantonly? A beautiful and gr...

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Oh, how gloriously you detail this utter wonder and beauty when Dawn comes to the fore of the horizon, Fay. Such colors and hues you provide while dressing out the landscape that ever-so slowly takes on the tints of life, my friend. A stunning display of adroit skill in penning this most magical and...

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A magnificent write and dedication to those who put Liberty before their own lives, and shed blood, lost lives, that we may be free, sir. Having worn the uniform of my country's armed forces (and which one of my sons wears right now), too, many of your lines speak to me of my own personal experience...

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The joy you present to us through this write is exhilirating, Dorothy. We are alive with words, with such spectacular feelings and experiences...indeed, the Lord is to be given the glory for all that He has bestowed upon us, Ma'am. God bless you.

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Boys, though slower to mature than women, certainly try to make up for it, with gusto, when they discover that the tree is not quite as much fun to climb anymore. A breathtaking write on the discovery and emergence of Love, dear Fay.

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Oh, I like that, Stella! Flawless in form, spectacular in imagery and conveyance, Ma'am. It will be nice to have Spring back with us, my friend, and the call and cry of many of our feathered friends to listen to.

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What a beautiful rendering you've given unto us with this verse, Dorothy. Winter, too, is filled with much beauty.

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Indeed, I agree. Let us put behind us that which is meant to be shelved, and let us allow for our joy to be unbound at the outset of this New Year. Happy New Year to you, and may it be filled with bliss.

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Not in private, not in bed, the wedded bliss will not be fed by such. No ubiquitous keys will find my touch. Mobile is as mobile does, tying strings that cut and buzz your life; I’ll not be made to know such strife. Tablets, pads, and newest trends cause friction, removing calm, rescinds much peace;...

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A grand view you had, Fay, and you captured it so well in stunning fashion, Ma'am. May life be joyous in this New Year for you, my friend.

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The restorative power of this beautiful verse is astounding, dear Dorothy. Indeed, let us go forth, with much joy, and allow others to be blessed by the positive aura that encompasses us and our glee, Ma'am.

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Such a query carries with it the essence of true love, Nishu. Aye, when youth reigns and vigor spills forth so triumphantly, it is easy to answer this query with a resounding, "Yes!". When we find ourselves on the waning side of years gone by, the answer takes on more importance and the cr...

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Glowing, how her cheek, refined,
grabs hold and reflects the light.
Grinning, she, knowing not of her
grace, majestic, yet shines she all the more.
Gorgeous, aye, her infectious joy,
gives unto all in view a warmth so
Godly-gained, my wife is ever-more so precious.

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Oh, but how very sensual this poem is...it touches so many senses, bringing to life such an ecstatic feel, Karin. A true treasure of a write this is, Ma'am. May the New Year see you ever-so inspired and smiling, my friend.

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The clouds, and your wonderful imagination, make such a lovely and joyous combination, Dorothy. Bravo, and thank you for the smile this day, Ma'am.

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A marvelous, wisdom-laden list you share with us, Seema. I especially want to work on how I can best "Crow a happy tune", Ma'am. May your New Year be filled with much joy, Seema.

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A beautiful way of ushering in the New Year, Stella. Such lovely verse, so soft, whose flow is quite exquisite, Ma'am. May that beauty last the whole year through. A most Happy New Year's to you, my friend, and God bless you.

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I love your take on those classics, Karin. Hilarious, and I think I agree...it might be best to avoid throwing one of those "home parties", and allow for time out on the town (or at your favorite birthday establishment, methinks).

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A stunningly beautiful write that contains such heart, Stella. Remembrances need not always be mournful things, for we certainly have memories of such uplifting joy that keep us going. A heart felt write this is, Ma'am.

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An infectiously joyful verse you've shared with us here, Denys. Get those two feet, and ten toes, out to the park and enjoy the day, my friend!

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A cutting verse, Dorothy, that pierces the heart truly, Ma'am. Beautifully written, indeed.

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Ah, but alas, that Winter is not our shortest season in Alaska, Sandra. I appreciate how you present the turn of season in this wonderful write, Ma'am. The joy at the cooling allowed can be felt through your narrative, my friend. Try not to let the chill get too cold, however, okay?

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The playfulness and companionship found within this group of characters you've created is quite heart warming, Stella, and lovely. Each of them has their own unique personality, and you allow them to shine. A most Merry Christmas it was for this group, and I hope your Christmas was lovely as well, M...

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Love the song and video that accompanies this marvelous write, Karin. I must admit I've felt the same whilst wearing my kilt, hahaha! What a joyous verse you have shared with us, so I thank you, Ma'am, for the warm smile you caused to sprout upon my face. I do hope you had a very Merry Christmas, an...

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What a great visual picture to accompany this wonderful senryu, Stella. I adore the adoration found within this beautiful verse, Ma'am.

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feel these eyes, my Love. reach out and run your hands over a face that beckons your touch, that has been irrevocably changed for the better by you, my wife. take upon yourself the need to reach out with your softest hands and indulge in the touch of my skin, my sockets surely waiting as your finger...

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A great picture to go along with this joyous verse, Stella. 'Tis the season for much joy, indeed, Ma'am. May your Christmas be very merry, my friend.

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Hi Fay, and this is, indeed, a most beautiful write that speaks honestly to the whole experience of Life, all that is found in Life, and through both pain and peace, through sorrow and joy, can we know that we progress forward in a direction that is worth traveling toward. Your inimitable writes alw...

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