Many times did I love But no one like you None as deep None as true It ended one day For we drifted apart Each to go separate Two broken Hearts Each in our hurt Lashed out to cause pain Widening the gap Never touching again
And now as life closes I dream of those days The long loving nights The laughter the tears The birth of our Daughters The pleasures, the fears, The sadness of partings The joy of returning The warmth of your touch The Love ever burning
"Tis memories now As the sands trickle down The hourglass nigh empty And the dreams start to fade I loved you then And Love you I do No other so deep No other so True.
Camac, I wish I could be near you and strong enough and give you a hug so big (without cracking your ribs of course) that it could take away the sorrow in your heart. But I know some deep wounds just can't heal no matter what. And on the spur of the moment things happens and sadly realize it when too late.
Thank you for sharing that beautiful poem of deep love and sorrow. LOA
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"Few men are brave:many become so through training and discipline." Flavius Vegetius Renatus
"I think a hero is an ordinary individual who finds strenght to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles." Christopher Reeve
Thank you for the heartfelt response. It has been 25 years this month that my marriage ended. Neither one of us got a divorce, maybe we should have because the pain would not have lasted this long. It is strange but we have both tried to move on and had other partners but it never seems to last. Thank you again.
Many times did I love But no one like you None as deep None as true It ended one day For we drifted apart Each to go separate Two broken Hearts Each in our hurt Lashed out to cause pain Widening the gap Never touching again
And now as life closes I dream of those days The long loving nights The laughter the tears The birth of our Daughters The pleasures, the fears, The sadness of partings The joy of returning The warmth of your touch The Love ever burning
"Tis memories now As the sands trickle down The hourglass nigh empty And the dreams start to fade I loved you then And Love you I do No other so deep No other so True.
Dear Camac, divorce is certainly something not to be made light of, but if you do ever get one, (I’ll marry you myself). Just kidding of course, but not about the poem, it’s both said and lovely rolled into one.
Thanks, JC
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We’re all poets, only some of us write it down. JC 9/27/08
Anyone who has the courage to disagree, deserves all do respect. JC 4/28/08
Life is a loosing battle, so you might as well live it up. J.C. 3/29/08
Life should be like skiing, you have the most fun on the way down. J.C. 8/17/07
Take their word for it, and that’s just what you’ll get. J.C. 3/19/07
Only the truth is worth the ultimate sacrifice. J.C. 1/26/06
Compared to the far right, the far left is somewhere in the middle. J.C. 2/22/06
I’ll be the first to apologies, as long as I get one back. J.C. 3/7/06
It’s a happy man, who can laugh at himself.
If you’re looking for a new experience, don’t hire someone with a lot of it. J.C. sometime in 1990
Thanks for the offer. Next time around if I'm recycled as a woman I'll take you up on it. I was saying to some of our fellowship that I was going to take a break from writing poetry but I find myself unable to put the pen down can't bide an idle brain.
That was so beautiful. Thank-you for sharing it with us.
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"He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart.
dang, such a longtime to have longings. Thx Camac again for sharing
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Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle. Plato(427-347 BC) Philosopher and Educator
Three things in human life are important: The first is to be kind. The second is to be kind. And the third is to be kind. Henry James (1843-1916) Writer
When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people. -Abraham Joshua Heschel (1907-1972) Theology Professor
I was saying to some of our fellowship that I was going to take a break from writing poetry but I find myself unable to put the pen down can't bide an idle brain.
I was talking to my Aunt and it seems she has kept some of my poems from back when. Also my oldest Paula says she thinks she has some. If both are correct I will see what they have and if any good will post them. Some are from back in the 60s' and 70s'
Camac, I think I've awakened something that was sleeping eh! And that's great you know. I think when sorrow or loneliness or happiness, any mood for that matter, need to be express somehow there is nothing better than putting it into words. I do so just for the release of physical pain mostly. But for somebody else it could be freedom of speach or for you it's the longing of your beloved birth country.
Well I'm off to bed now for I have two hard days work ahead waiting for me.
After considerable inner debate I have decided to take a hiatus from writing poetry and concentrate on writing a History of my family at the request of a cousin in Scotland. I will offer the occasional poem now and then but the history will have priority as she is compiling the same from her side. I have promised to have most of it completed by the beginning of August. Fear not Dear Lady I will not let my number one fan down.
LOA; I wrote this in Oct. 70 a few days after my oldest was born. Thought it had been lost but it seems my ex kept it and some others gave them to Paula and Shannon. Paula Hello little one With the deep blue eyes Scrunched up face And tiny nose. You lay there before me All bundled in pink A stealer of Hearts A Rascal I think. I stand there looking All proud and aglow That's my daughter I boast so others will know You lay there and take it All in with a grin I've hooked him now I'll just reel him in He'll struggle and fight But he knows he has lost When it comes to his Heart I'll be the Boss. A front he'll put up All stern and abrupt But I'll just smile a smile And laugh when he jumps. Well little one I just read your mind I'm on to you now and I know your kind. Your Father I am And always will be So be done with your tricks They won't work on me.