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Array ( [sid] => 27260 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => one of life's quandaries [time] => 2003-11-16 18:47:20 [hometext] => [bodytext] => if the reverend had a dollar
would he still beg me for quarter
after mass would he count the coins
like a greasy greedy banker
the field is swelling with hidden meaning
as our feet find the way home before dark
not until we see a light in the window
do we dare to laugh and run
the last hundred yards
into the safe and familiar
circle we have come to love
every crack in the wall, leak in the roof
and squirrel in between the walls
if the teacher read to us in latin
would we learn to speak it too
could we twist our tongues around it
turn the sound into a language that we knew
the rain comes soft and silent falling
kissing are upturned noses
while filling the rivers to boiling
wash away the unsuspecting and those
who think the rain is gentle
will surely never know
the answers to life's annoying riddles
before it's time for them to go
it surely is a quandary to think upon
the answers n'er come easy
and the time to ponder quickly gone

merry



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one of life's quandaries

Contributed by merry on Sunday, 16th November 2003 @ 06:47:20 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



if the reverend had a dollar
would he still beg me for quarter
after mass would he count the coins
like a greasy greedy banker
the field is swelling with hidden meaning
as our feet find the way home before dark
not until we see a light in the window
do we dare to laugh and run
the last hundred yards
into the safe and familiar
circle we have come to love
every crack in the wall, leak in the roof
and squirrel in between the walls
if the teacher read to us in latin
would we learn to speak it too
could we twist our tongues around it
turn the sound into a language that we knew
the rain comes soft and silent falling
kissing are upturned noses
while filling the rivers to boiling
wash away the unsuspecting and those
who think the rain is gentle
will surely never know
the answers to life's annoying riddles
before it's time for them to go
it surely is a quandary to think upon
the answers n'er come easy
and the time to ponder quickly gone

merry







Copyright © merry ... [ 2003-11-16 18:47:20]
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Re: one of life's quandaries (User Rating: 1 )
by Rakerman1999 on Monday, 17th November 2003 @ 01:20:33 AM AEST
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Ya know...I;d like to climb inside your mind for just one moment and see these thoughts as they arise. Your words always leave me pondering.
Well done


Larry


Re: one of life's quandaries (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 17th November 2003 @ 04:46:18 AM AEST
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Dear Mer,
This reminds me of a good riddle...except I have a fiddle.....the music is there...and I love the words, and care....but where I end up is not fair? I'm not sure....but Iike the feeling...
my head is reeling...and I could read so much into this poem....as my life experiences help me to roam. I like where you take me Mer....but it's not your home?
Great Write....
I'll always wonder what you have in your sight?
Warm Love,
ConSue


Re: one of life's quandaries (User Rating: 1 )
by kolbrun on Monday, 17th November 2003 @ 08:34:36 AM AEST
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Sometimes its the things we do that say more than our spoken words...good but sad write...

always Kolbrún




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