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 Apr 2016 cleo
raine cooper
maybe
 Apr 2016 cleo
raine cooper
maybe love is to watch a thousand winters pass, and still stand by his side because you know he's made of spring
©rainecooper
 Apr 2016 cleo
Scott T
London haiku
 Apr 2016 cleo
Scott T
Cranes accuse the sky
As people swarm like ***** in
A ******* jungle
 Apr 2016 cleo
Eliot York
Untitled
 Apr 2016 cleo
Eliot York
The meaning of leaves in
a refreshing cool wind
He chose to live
for friendship
Not for that
other thing
Refreshing cool wind on a cross and died. He chose to live for friendship, live for survival, not for that thing any more. This is the meaning of it clung to her old leaves new myriads? Of lingering leaves
[coco, 11 nov 2011]
 Apr 2016 cleo
Holly
How To Love
 Apr 2016 cleo
Holly
There's a million ways to love a soul.
And I'm done holding back, just so you know.

Because I love so many people in this day to day life.
I can't hold it back, just to be someone's wife.

There's the way I love you.
I want to have our home.
I want to go on adventures.
Never leave you alone.
Make silly faces.
Caress your hair.
Make goofy videos.
Cuddle our pets.
Maybe a baby...
Fancy that.

There's the way I love you.
Always messages a few a times a year.
Happy birthday. Merry Christmas.
How are you my dear?
How is the wife? How are the babies?
I found your letter.
Man, we were crazy.

There's the way I love you.
You taught me so much.
A better way to think.
A better way to touch.
How important it is to value myself.
And how to let go.
That's why I love you so.

And there's the way I love you.
The unapologetic ways.
In which you take my hand
But make everyone the same.
The way you say,
"I just want to see you"
And even though it's temporary,
You make time seem brand new.

There are too many ways to love a person.
How you can be so sure what is real?
Which one is forever?
Which one would should we feel?

But I wouldn't be me, with out all of this painful action.

I want a world that's not afraid to love.
Not sure why I wrote this one
 Apr 2016 cleo
Cynthia Jean
My child
Give it all
Give it all to Me

Is anything
too hard for Me?
Anything at all????

Trials
are
for you to trust Me.

Not
to be abandoned
by Me.

Trust.

cj 4/2/16
While meditating these words came to my mind.....
 Apr 2016 cleo
Cynthia Jean
Birth
comes whispering
her way
into the world.
The passing
of the days
are unmentioned,
unnoticed,
forgotten sounds.
And then,
with no forewarning,
another faint whisper,
and we have
death
at our fingertips.
In vain
do we grasp
desperately
for the fleeting
moments,
sounds,
of which we were
oblivious to
only yesterday...
which were
Ours
only yesterday.
Alas!
All is gone
far
beyond our reach,
save only yesterday's
murmuring
echoes.

cj  1971
when we are young we all think we will live forever....
 Apr 2016 cleo
Cynthia Jean
I am slowly
beginning
to realize
that to love
can be easy,
but also very
difficult.
It can be
innate,
and sometimes
it must be learned.
It can be
as a well-mothered
baby
and also
be orphaned.
It can be oppressed,
and it can be
welcomed.
It can be hoped for,
and its flame
can also be
smothered
with doubt.
If
you have the strength
and courage
you may
trust
in its donor,
even as a small child
blindly puts its
faith
and hope
into the hands of a
kindly stranger.
Initially, it is
seed like,
and how it is nurtured
depends
on you...
whether you wish it
to reach
its maturity
in the form of
a dandelion....
or
a rose....

cj 1971
 Apr 2016 cleo
Cynthia Jean
Poetry is
life...
passion....
which spills
and explodes
and spews forth...


it can get really messy

imagine the mess inside
when for
years
and years
and years

it doesn't get expressed

and when it
finally
does

you have to look
high
and low

for someone

to
receive it

you see the glazed over eyes
as you speak
your
words

your heart breaks

seeking for
that
knowing
kindred
spirit

and when you find
that
one....

how
fortunate
you
are
!!!!!!

cj
How often in life we carry things inside us because we have no place to give them....
 Apr 2016 cleo
Cynthia Jean
Words of life

Oh let me
spread them

Fill me with
Your Spirit
....Father

Let Your Life
and love
flow through me...

Let Your Goodness
bubble over....


Let Your Joy
within

renew me.....

cj
Renewal is not just for ourselves...we are meant to pass it along
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