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father recalls

my father in heaven where
hello my son
this is your father from heaven
since we parted so many have I adopted
so many lie on my lap all day
sleeping and snoring
so many want to stay with me
so son as long as you can
do remain with your clan
ere you come and then miss them too
as now we all do you

but some day when you arrive
shackled old and decrepit
how will I recognize you
O son, I am now fresh fighting
no more blue

but come along anyway when you are through
we will play football
they now call soccer
bring a gas bloated ball or two
here we only play imaginary ones
hope you all on mom earth knew….

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You will not return old and decrepit as you call it, you will glide into a universe that knows you and knows of you.
There you will see all you have done and know if it was good or not, then after all your things have been sorted, there you will find your like Spirits that will teach you anew how to talk and be.
I have been told of a few of the places that are, and where to find those that are for you, you will find also that place where you will be able once again meet those that loved you.
All the ones that you would want to see, just call their names and they will be there as you remembered them, until such times as you learn of the new ways, then there will be no need to call their names, you will be home and belong,
Yours Ian.T

.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

i know
my name shall live
even when i don't
thats written
in heaven
and
don't now ever say
won't

'''''I have been told of a few of the places
that are, and where to find those
that are for you,
you will find also that place
where you will be able once again
meet those that loved you.
only so very few...
you alone Ian wll do

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Someone has whispered in my ear that there are many that you have touched the lives of, in a good way, and they will gather together with you.
The Lady that told me of a love you gave to her was something special,will be there waiting.
We tend to forget all the people whose lives we have touched but all those thoughts are as if written in stone.
Go well young Bard, and walk with a lighter step it is time to tend to those memories, as some need to be revised,
Yours Ian.T

.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

''''some body... whose body ....any body'''

well with this title
you too compose
then ask that lady of yore
who will she wait for

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I don't read you. I don't read Geremia. I don't read. Sure wish the mentor pages would upload soon so I can get back to work.
This is very weird. Just like normal. I like it.

W. H. Snow

A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. Percy Bysshe Shelley

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but on another site
daily 1000 plus peruse
all my poetic ruse
so I am happy
yeah profuse...
hahaahaaaaaaaa
glad you came by to say
what you had to
why waste time on me
as a busy bee you may still be
epicurially
am happy 4 u
briefly

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''some body... whose body ....anybody''
wait for a while at the corner of the road
switch all lights on
then sound the bugle
someone shall play the tune
slowly at first
Abide with me
then switch off all lights
and move on to the hill
someone will ask
whose body
stand still
halt and keep vigil
then say move on to the church hill
someone is bound to pray
someone may bray
some body
whose body
and
someone else will say
anybody
never mind
the colors now you drape
as the coffin lower you lay
then cover the ground
with fresh sand
let someone sing a song
ere I can hear no more
all seem to have gone
angels alone surround
and
then play the last post
and
say
somebody has finally gone away…

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Say it isn't so.

W. H. Snow

A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. Percy Bysshe Shelley

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YOU JUST CAN'T

In her poetry book
'''say it ain't so'''
in some library
you may like to peruse

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I often wonder how many will be waiting for me, if any. I don't seem to ever see where I touch people's lives for the better, always felt more like a black sheep, dark cloud. Your writing makes sense to me as we wonder about alot of the same things :) I like it....

Keep Writing,
Carrie

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

I ask these guys all of them on earth… you didn't say hello …how in heaven you seem to be getting a bigger fellow…
just tell me
have you not seen a dead rat
no life any ….that's all about birth and death…. human know it will ye
but sad enough none listen to me …they want to be on earth …full of pain and misery
and
hope in heaven they will live a life of luxury …they suffer from mental ailment on earth….
sorry for them
we all ought to be….

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