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I'm listening...

When another makes the effort
To reach out and touch someone
There are ears that listen
To the message in all sum

No matter the rejection
Keep trying to be heard
Just try and try again
Someone reads your word

Loving and being loved
It’s not easy, so I’m told
In a world that does not hear
In a world that’s cold

There is warmth here, in some hearts
for those who pay attention
Just who they are and where
There is no need to mention

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Structured: Western
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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Just a few words of encouragment for those who keep trying to spread the love.
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Your love precedes you in this piece as you look out for others.
Watch out the love is after you...
Yours Ian.T

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

all the time. It makes itself known. I only have to respond. ~ Geezer

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There are some people that never find love, because they do not recognise it when they see it. ~ Gee

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this is good on at least three levels. You could well be referring to the world in general, your world or even this site. ..........................stan

and is on all three levels, as you suggest. Remarkably astute of you, as usual! ~ Gee

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its essence gives rise to flavor
of love like an art
then the rancid ruin
of a scorched and bitter
heart

the heat of being burnt
brings rise to the texture
of experience and magic
then crispey capacitor
of take no risk
a mere lizards twitch
then an emotion
wended bewitched

i am grateful for my route
and journey here
then to be alone
in love with the
fowl of my own
jowel
for the flock of friends
make wise its way
keeping away that
which is best away

thanks MR geezer!

This is written in quatrains but not presented as such, which merely has the effect of interfering with the flow of the read. That apart, it is quite a good and clear poem.

Keith Logan
the happy chappy
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this poem in preparation for inclusion in a book of poems and messed up the spacing. I never really meant for it to be re-published here. I'm glad that I did however, because I got some new feedback and was wondering if it is good enough to include. Maybe I can get a few more comments?
~ Gee.
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I like it very much and would be pleased to read such quality in any book I bought.
One little typo, there is an extra "one" at the end of the second line.

Keith Logan
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I wonder how I missed that? I thought that maybe I would let this be the first poem in the book, sort of like an introduction? ~ Gee.
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I reread the poem and think it would fulfill that office perfectly.

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