A line that could never bee described, however both are necessary to have a loving friendship of any kind.



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Quietly this morning, I read a blog or two,
As I hear a warming word saying I love you.
While I see the words, dancing in my head,
Tears of joy and happiness, hearing what you said.

Many things are written now, from a mind inside,
Long ago a special place, all my words did hide.
Hidden down deep inside, my mind it was asleep,
Words of joy and happiness, hidden way too deep.

Deeper then the eons past, I could not write a word,
Now to have trusted friends, I’m writing all these blurbs.
Writing has become a friend, once held deep inside,
Friend of mine, a written word, itself will never hide.

To all those friends who helped me find, a simple word or two,
Smile with me, and know within, I write these words for you.
You my friends who gave me hope, a place to sleep and rest,
Hold these words closer now, deep within your chest.

To learn the many things we did, sometimes we did a jig,
Other times we danced around and broken several twigs.
Now I think of friendship past, I read about a friend,
He who helped a gentle man, with food enough to lend.

He gave a man some food for thought, feeding of the mind,
Gently smiled to know a friend, is like this man in kind.
The two of you were coupled so very long ago,
Now I see a smile within, only love could know.

Now I see the words I wrote, for two within my past,
Glowing words do come true, from love forever last.
Lasting now forever more, my words could never hide,
Know that you did help me, find these words inside.

Words that I have written, about my dreams and friends,
Knowing I have written words, this heart forever mends.
Mending now with a love, who holds my dreams so true,
Truly now words of life, I write a thing or two.

Things I write for those of you, soon to see inside,
Memories of angels, I hold to you and glide.
Gliding thoughts of angels, holding to my dreams,
Pictures of those angels, who let me rest and scream.

While I rested all the things I saw did come around,
Looking very carefully, I looked upon the ground.
If I had looked around in places I had never seen,
Always looking far away in places I hadn’t been.

As I look around me now I see the things of love,
Guided by the friends I met, and by the one above.
Never before did I see things as clearly as are now,
Quietly I remember those who saw me as a cow.

Moo with me in knowing of a simple wish,
Love in friendships binds us with a simple kiss.
Simple kisses from the past, forever did you lend,
Thank you for a friendship, forever from this friend.



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Tuoche'

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Life is too short to hide away, to grow in tears and happiness is the price we pay for unrelenting Love. The price has been high yet it was well worth the tears I have shed.



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All to often those great memories come to the surface, it seems we never forget the first one who held such a special place in the heart.



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I am happy I was able to help Poet, it is what this place does that inspires even the loneliest of hearts.



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I am amazed at how you made me feel your words once again.



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Once again I sit alone,
On a pew that’s made of stone.
Over there a pew of brick,
Made of love, here it’s thick.

By the pond is one of wood,
Made of friendship that is good.
There is one that’s made of straw,
Strong as stone we made a law.

Sit here and enjoy a dream,
Close your eyes, enjoy the stream.
The stream of life feeds the pond,
Filling full our love of song.

Sing for me the door we signed,
Feel the love of every kind.
Kinder here than other places,
Love is golden on these spaces.

Space of time, time of space,
Open wide a smile of grace.
Graceful as a setting sun,
Come to find the only one.

One of these pews I sit,
Meditate with tea of wit.
Wit of sorrow and advice,
Here I sit with friends so nice.

Nice to know these stories are free,
Who will sit n listen with me.
Me, myself, or friendship two,
Now I sit to contemplate who.

Who will read and sit with me,
Upon a pew and maybe three.
Three or more here at a time,
Upon a pew in grace divine.

Watch the fishies in the lake,
Sit in silence can be great.
Greater than a room inside,
Here I see the world wide.

Wider on this pew of fate,
Filled with love, not of hate.
Hate will only blind your sight,
Meditate can be the light.

Lighter now as I remember,
Of a love found in December.
Here I sit as she is near,
On this pew so very dear.

Dearer as my friends who see,
Someday when she marries me.
On that day your all invited,
Now we plan were so excited.

None of this could be attained,
Without friends of you I gained.
Gaining strength from every pew,
Thanks to friends my dreams come true.

Never alone do I sit,
Thinking of this place of wit.
While I will pass the day,
Always passing here this way.

As I turn away from here,
All my friends are very clear.
When I drop in to say why,
I drop in here to Just Say Hi.

I can see you, and I can feel you. Hold my hand as you dream, and remember they can come true.



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Feeding is always part of life, Living for these moments makes the wait easier.



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Someday dreams are fulfilled, and the bigger the dream the more satisfying it is.



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"Wed 07/25/07 09:13 AM
(((((((((Mom)))))))))))

I love you too Mom



I'm ok now, the words came back and the silence is broken, I am whole again"


I am glad you are whole again, I know how it is to feel something that is missing.

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Very nice, I wonder how many there really are who play this game.
Glad to see you again my dear friend Jenn.



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Here I sit alone tonight,
Waiting for the tea in sight,
To boil n brew from this cold pot,
Enough to quench this lonely lot.

To each of you who wish to drink,
Sit with me now just to think,
Of the times that have passed,
Memories long that always last.

Longer now from this earthly pew,
I write these words and think of you,
All the friends I've made here,
Closer to my life is clear.

Thank you all, we are close friends,
Tears we shed to the bitter ends,
Ends of time and passing grace,
Passing times within this space.

Now this space must last forever,
Here it is a sweet endeavor,
To bump this thread to the top,
Of religion and not stop.

Stop the bickering, its a waste,
Stop n listen without haste,
Peace and tranquil evermore,
He has taught us open the door.

Doors of life that are closed,
Never open and are disposed,
Like beliefs throughout the night,
Hear the whisper from the light.

Hear a whisper in your ear,
He will guide you it is clear,
Clearer now if you need
A Holy book you can read.

It can answer every word,
Close your eyes to be heard,
Listen closly as you read,
Prayers heard softly, answered in deed.

Now I close a simple poem,
Now my thoughts forever roam,
In and out of the night,
As I read about the light.

For ALL my friends who read this, Love has many more spellings than just 4 letters.




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Here I sit alone tonight,
Waiting for the tea in sight,
To boil n brew from this cold pot,
Enough to quench this lonely lot.

To each of you who wish to drink,
Sit with me now just to think,
Of the times that have passed,
Memories long that always last.

Longer now from this earthly pew,
I write these words and think of you,
All the friends I've made here,
Closer to my life is clear.

Thank you all, we are close friends,
Tears we shed to the bitter ends,
Ends of time and passing grace,
Passing times within this space.

Now this space must last forever,
Here it is a sweet endeavor,
To bump this thread to the top,
Of religion and not stop.

Stop the bickering, its a waste,
Stop n listen without haste,
Peace and tranquil evermore,
He has taught us open the door.

Doors of life that are closed,
Never open and are disposed,
Like beliefs throughout the night,
Hear the whisper from the light.

Hear a whisper in your ear,
He will guide you it is clear,
Clearer now if you need
A Holy book you can read.

It can answer every word,
Close your eyes to be heard,
Listen closly as you read,
Prayers heard softly, answered in deed.

Now I close a simple poem,
Now my thoughts forever roam,
In and out of the night,
As I read about the light.

For ALL my friends who read this, Love has many more spellings than just 4 letters.



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Its been 6 yrs since he passed, yet I can still hear his laugh and remember some of the things he used to sing and play.

The bad times have faded and the good times seem to last forever. As this poem lives so does he.



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I still love the things you right, some day these words will come true.



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True friendship starts with these feelings, I am Happy to call you friend. I hope there are others that will cross this threshold of your life.



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Thank you for the kind words, I just hope Dad sees and feels what I wrote for him.



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