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The Tree Feels No Pain Poem by Gajanan Mishra

The tree feels
No pain when cut,
Is it true?
So also is it
Not true, I have
Not forgotten you.
In between birth and death,
I act as a hero.v

The true cost of war- not the glamor at the grave or in the movies or parades. Watching someone die next to you, a stranger or friend, ripped apart or mutilated. Watching as shock takes over from blood loss, the stare you wont see other than someone in the moment of a brutal death a life taken. That is war. The soul afterwards trying to survive a different life in civilized society. ~LArry
The Undying by Robert William Service

The Undying by Robert William Service

Then everyone in the world started to wake up. ~LArry
There was this girl, there was this poem, there was this Love. -- There was this song, there was this feeling, then it was gone. ~LArry
This is from me to you for someone very special to me whom we have filled in each others souls. Happy Thanksgiving -- ~LArry

This is from me to you for someone very special to me whom we have filled in each others souls.

Those whom I have met to date and have discarded me, you have also been discarded. Those who seek with fun, humility, emotion, and Love are always welcome.~LArry (Especially Fun) *snickers*
Those Winter Sundays - For my children when you start to think for your selves, and not from her or them.

Those Winter Sundays -- Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from…

Thought you were barricading yourself in. Then saw it was a barricade of Love. ~LArry - dedicated to Fee & Jackie
Threads of the Weave.

Threads of the weave to See, Threads of the Web to Foresee, Thread of the Weave to Be

Threadsuns

Threadsuns
By Paul Celan
Translated By Pierre Joris
Threadsuns
above the grayblack wastes.
A tree-
high thought
grasps the light-tone: there…

Time | Michael Agnew | Spoken Word -- For the young lady that I connected with today, you are a beautiful soul <3 *

Time | Michael Agnew | Spoken Word

To My Mother

By Robert Louis Stevenson

You too, my mother, read my rhymes

For love of unforgotten times,

And you may chance to hear once more

The little feet along the floor.

To My Mother

By Robert Louis Stevenson

To Paulina from Eirini's Lambertville NJ. What I think of you. ~LArry

A Shield of Steel, A Heart of Gold,
A woman stands, her voice so bold,
When shadows fall, and doubt takes hold,
She'll face the storm, a story…

To some really good friends of mine, Death protects you, until you are ready. For some. ~LArry
To The Girl With The Beautiful Eyes

To The Girl With The Beautiful Eyes



To the girl with the beautiful eyes
There is a beauty unbound within you
A muse to my poetic verse
A…

Too Lag or not Too Lag

Too Lag, or not Too Lag

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Poem

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To Lag, or not to Lag, that is the question.



Whether tis nobler in the IP to suffer…

Too Love is Too Lag, Too Lag is Too Love. ~LArry
Tuesday Poem: Car troubles – for Raymond Carver.

Tuesday Poem: Car troubles – for Raymond Carver.

Two hearts, two pairs of eyes lost in adoration.

Two hearts, two pairs of eyes lost in adoration.

Two hearts resonate sweetly like drumbeats,
Love's rhythm never falters.
Heaven-made perfect…

Ulysses

Ulysses

Unconditional Love will always last forever.

Unconditional Love will always last forever.

Variables from my perspective.

Variables from my perspective.

Lady in tow with two; two parents nearby.
Little girl stands next to me with her eyes white/gold glowing. See and…

Vicissitudes of Time

Vicissitudes of Time

Ten thousand miles apart, a chasm lies between us. Life's tides ebb and flow, separated by the vicissitudes of time. Only in…

Vines Have Thorns and also The Scarlet Ibis

Vines Have Thorns

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