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Array ( [sid] => 183706 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Looking Out Through Loves Outlook [time] => 2016-10-31 10:32:22 [hometext] => PreLove-PostLove POV [bodytext] => More dyin than livin,
More takin than givin
Surrounded in towns
I found myself in.

Blue pill poppin people,
Swallowin sheeple,
Believin things that are good
In this new age are sins.

Hard to find smiles,
A thousand faces and miles,
Surrounded by frowns
Wearing hard on my grin.

Recollectin my youth,
Believin folks spoke the truth
Like, I could be anything I wanted to beÖ.
But decades have shown in storms blowin and blown,
Itís only true for the few, born in the right wind.

Years ve piled on days-
n Iím so amazed,
Gone is the bitter, just memories of sad,
No longer frettin for money, reachin for wrong,
I hum only happy, Loves sweetest song
from the day rollin round...a little gold band,
and the blessings that came...to me with her hand.

[comments] => 4 [counter] => 109 [topic] => 2 [informant] => invierno [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
Looking Out Through Loves Outlook

Contributed by invierno on Monday, 31st October 2016 @ 10:32:22 AM in AEST
Topic: LovePoetry



More dyin than livin,
More takin than givin
Surrounded in towns
I found myself in.

Blue pill poppin people,
Swallowin sheeple,
Believin things that are good
In this new age are sins.

Hard to find smiles,
A thousand faces and miles,
Surrounded by frowns
Wearing hard on my grin.

Recollectin my youth,
Believin folks spoke the truth
Like, I could be anything I wanted to beÖ.
But decades have shown in storms blowin and blown,
Itís only true for the few, born in the right wind.

Years ve piled on days-
n Iím so amazed,
Gone is the bitter, just memories of sad,
No longer frettin for money, reachin for wrong,
I hum only happy, Loves sweetest song
from the day rollin round...a little gold band,
and the blessings that came...to me with her hand.





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Re: Looking Out Through Loves Outlook (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Tuesday, 1st November 2016 @ 08:35:54 AM AEST
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Great poem Mike. Be warned younger folks as you approach 50 years old this is the way you think no matter your lifestyle. I guess reality comes forth.
Life is short, enjoy your youth. well said Mike!

James


Re: Looking Out Through Loves Outlook (User Rating: 1 )
by ming on Tuesday, 1st November 2016 @ 08:20:15 PM AEST
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This is a beautiful love poem. Hum only happy indeed!

ming


Re: Looking Out Through Loves Outlook (User Rating: 1 )
by unknown_utopia on Saturday, 5th November 2016 @ 11:52:36 PM AEST
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It is great when you reach that level
hmm memories
I heard someone say something that has stuck with me
as I grow older
"youth is wasted on youth"
to know then what we know now.....


Re: Looking Out Through Loves Outlook (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Wednesday, 9th November 2016 @ 10:21:04 PM AEST
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This has a western, aw shucks twang and a sing-songy rhythm that winds along your tale! Layer upon layer you help us recall the assaults of life that rub away our sharp edges and leave behind a mellow weathered wood.
The last two lines tie it up like a ribbon and leave us the most generous of gifts = hope.
A gentle, funny, wise, resilient, and enduring spirit
dances us to his tune! Thank you for sharing the backroads of your journey. softerware
softer ware




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