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Cozy Contemplations - 7. Chapter 7 We Pen

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Cozy Contemplations

 

 

Chapter 7

 

 

Something Lost

 

Does anyone know

Where I can find my bliss

Could it be hidden

In some shy lover's kiss

 

I've searched forever

But to no avail

Traveled far and wide

Over hill and dale

 

Learned some lessons

Along the way

Life can hurt

When regrets hold sway

 

I won't give up

I'll keep on my quest

And the day I find it

Is when I'll rest

 

 

 

 

 

 

delusion

 

the sun doth shine and the birds do sing

the world’s for my pleasure, and I am king

bring forth the bells and let them ring

and set free the eagles so they can wing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We Pen

 

 

 

Writer's write

It's what we do

Words that bite

Or ones that coo

Fertile minds

Are free to roam

Remove the blinds

Or have seeds sown

It's a joy

And it's a pain

We can be coy

Or we can flame

Limits fall

Each time we pen

We answer the call

For our fellow men

 

 

 

 

Nostalgia

 

There is a rhythm to this life

That can be hard to hold on to

Out of step just causes strife

And colors us in blue

 

Knuckle down my Dad would say

Mom would sense my mood

Don't let crap get in your way

It's damn easy to get wooed

 

Now they are long dead and gone

But they left me little pieces

I took the time to watch the dawn

And prayed my malaise ceases

 

Thank you Mom for all you did

And Dad you tried your best

Sometimes I feel that little kid

And at times I still feel messed

 

Thanks for reading.
Copyright © 2017 Headstall; All Rights Reserved.
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Such varied yet thematic pieces. I love Something Lost, as it corresponds closely to my thinking. Delusion and Pen engaged me, especially the bit about what fertile minds do. We roam constantly, it seems. But Nostalgia is both the best and most challenging of all. Those we love and lose leave parts of themselves behind, stones built into the walls of our own houses. Beautiful, Gary. 

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3 minutes ago, Parker Owens said:

Such varied yet thematic pieces. I love Something Lost, as it corresponds closely to my thinking. Delusion and Pen engaged me, especially the bit about what fertile minds do. We roam constantly, it seems. But Nostalgia is both the best and most challenging of all. Those we love and lose leave parts of themselves behind, stones built into the walls of our own houses. Beautiful, Gary. 

Thanks, Parker. Nostalgia means the most to me... happy and sad... I appreciate the comments... cheers... Gary....

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A collection of smiles today, my dear friend.  Some verged on laughter, others bittersweet, yet each one brought back a memory of younger days for me...of people who came into my life, stayed a while and then moved on.  Each one gave me something new to ponder, and often something I needed--sadly now, more than a few of them exist only in my recollections, which brings a tear to my eye and an ache to my heart.

Sometimes your words act as a brilliant searchlight, highlighting things we'd prefer not to contemplate, but in these, I feel only the warm glow of dimmed atmospheric bulbs, bringing out the fonder thoughts of those people and events which mean so much to us.

Laughter, and a few sad sighs, my dear friend...if I dwell on it, tears may come--but they'll be ones of nostalgia rather than sadness.

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On 6/13/2017 at 4:23 AM, ColumbusGuy said:

A collection of smiles today, my dear friend.  Some verged on laughter, others bittersweet, yet each one brought back a memory of younger days for me...of people who came into my life, stayed a while and then moved on.  Each one gave me something new to ponder, and often something I needed--sadly now, more than a few of them exist only in my recollections, which brings a tear to my eye and an ache to my heart.

Sometimes your words act as a brilliant searchlight, highlighting things we'd prefer not to contemplate, but in these, I feel only the warm glow of dimmed atmospheric bulbs, bringing out the fonder thoughts of those people and events which mean so much to us.

Laughter, and a few sad sighs, my dear friend...if I dwell on it, tears may come--but they'll be ones of nostalgia rather than sadness.

I love how you get me, CG... if I'm repeating myself, oh well :)  As always, my love and my fond respect :hug: 

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36 minutes ago, raven1 said:

I read each poem many times.  They form an intriguing grouping.  It was like I was reading bits of your soul.

Whenever I read poetry I read it more than once. I think because of the economy of words, they are to be savored so we can discern all of what they mean to us. As a poet, we must be prepared to bare our souls at times, because anything less than honesty shortchanges what we do, and what people see, so then what would be the point? Poetry is important to me, and I think it is for many reasons, but one is that there is no tap to turn on when we want to say something. It must come unbidden, often unexpectedly. :)  Is this confusing? I do sometimes talk to much. Thanks, Terry. :hug: 

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I also read most poems more than once.  Mainly the first time is to savor the words.  The second is to try to understand, and also find meanings that I may have first missed. Your point was clear, but that may be because we often exchange information in comments and PMs.  I like the fact that you both honest and talkative.  It make it a pleasure for me to read and talk back.

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17 minutes ago, raven1 said:

I also read most poems more than once.  Mainly the first time is to savor the words.  The second is to try to understand, and also find meanings that I may have first missed. Your point was clear, but that may be because we often exchange information in comments and PMs.  I like the fact that you both honest and talkative.  It make it a pleasure for me to read and talk back.

Sometimes I think my responses are more than readers want, but my writing makes me passionate. I enjoy interacting, though, so it is what it is. Thanks, Terry... you are always a joy to talk to. :hug: 

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