Waking up in the afternoon....

[Shakesthecoffecan]

this one makes me sad. I am so shy in person....maybe I should take up drinking...

Nah, save your money!  This one is pretty autobiographical. That was me when I used to go out to bars to try and meet someone.

[Shakesthecoffecan]

Open the windows,
Let the house breath.

Let out the bad humors,
Let in the smell of sweet grass.

Let the breeze stir the dust,
So the cat will have a new toy.

[Scott6373]

Open the windows,
Let the house breath.

Let out the bad humors,
Let in the smell of sweet grass.

Let the breeze stir the dust,
So the cat will have a new toy.

Spare and quite evocative.  Very nice Truman.

[Shakesthecoffecan]

An Intro for Ones Journal:


It is good you have come,
It was long my hope some one would,
Though it has been many years,
It is my hope that any memory you have,
Will be some kind of fondness.

And the there is the possibility, real,
You have no memory of me,
Maybe I was already gone when you got here.
I think of that, when they take my picture,
It is you I am smiling it. 

However our lives overlap or not,
I welcome you, your are the next,
And perhaps not the only one.
This is my story, warts and all.
It is now a part of yours. 

 

[Shakesthecoffecan]

There was always someone with a car.
There was always pocket change,
There were places within reach,
That were not right here.

There were laughs that could be counted on,
There were smiles you could expect,
There was an expectation that one day,
But that day never came.

[fernly]

...

If we put our heads side by each,
If we touch them together,
Maybe we will have the same dream,
Maybe we will not be apart at all,
And a little more time will be ours,
Where there is never enough.

So glad to have found this thread today, Truman. Beautiful poems. Thank you so much for sharing them.

[Shakesthecoffecan]

Thank you!
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4SH

Roll up my sleeves now and reach under the cabinet,
Find just the right old flask,
I will distill the feeling of a John Denver song,
Bottle and send it to you.

Man I never met,
The son who forgave.
In my life I have come close to you often,
But until now, the lock never opened.

That bird, where did it go?
The one that had my words,
They were mine, ment for my page.
Until I forced my attention on it.

Make his wheels stay firmly on the road
Make his sleep uninterupted,
Make his time bountiful,
And his burden a shared one.

Fill his heart with joy,
As only the spirit can, when so moved.
Fill his song with life,
And his mind with peace.

And in the darkest time of the night
When the mind screams wake,
Let his heart say:
Rest.

[Brokeback_Dev]

Thank you!
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4SH

Roll up my sleeves now and reach under the cabinet,
Find just the right old flask,
I will distill the feeling of a John Denver song,
Bottle and send it to you.

Man I never met,
The son who forgave.
In my life I have come close to you often,
But until now, the lock never opened.

That bird, where did it go?
The one that had my words,
They were mine, ment for my page.
Until I forced my attention on it.

Make his wheels stay firmly on the road
Make his sleep uninterupted,
Make his time bountiful,
And his burden a shared one.

Fill his heart with joy,
As only the spirit can, when so moved.
Fill his song with life,
And his mind with peace.

And in the darkest time of the night
When the mind screams wake,
Let his heart say:
Rest.

I like this one

[Scott6373]

4SH

Roll up my sleeves now and reach under the cabinet,
Find just the right old flask,
I will distill the feeling of a John Denver song,
Bottle and send it to you.

Man I never met,
The son who forgave.
In my life I have come close to you often,
But until now, the lock never opened.

That bird, where did it go?
The one that had my words,
They were mine, ment for my page.
Until I forced my attention on it.

Make his wheels stay firmly on the road
Make his sleep uninterupted,
Make his time bountiful,
And his burden a shared one.

Fill his heart with joy,
As only the spirit can, when so moved.
Fill his song with life,
And his mind with peace.

And in the darkest time of the night
When the mind screams wake,
Let his heart say:
Rest.

4TA

I’ll reach across
The wooden table
For just the right old flask
And drink as the tune
Worms its way out of
The bottle and into my soul

That man you have met,
That son that did forgive.
How close you have come
And stayed is for us alone
As one key is alone meant
For that lock.

Caged I am, but not forever.
I will return your words soon
Not yours or mine, but ours,
As we both draw on them.

Your gentle touch on the wheel kept me driving safely
Sleep will return as peace does
Time is bountiful for it’s our time
Burdens lighter for your soul in mine

Joy will follow sleep and peace
For they all know the spirit
Of grace.
My songs are fuller now for you
And my mind freer to call for peace

So the dark isn’t quite any longer
My mind only humming a sweet tune
Its words reverberating:
Rest.

[Shakesthecoffecan]

You Bet!