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[title] => Where The Violets Blow
[time] => 2005-06-17 22:41:15
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[bodytext] => For not beneath a graven stone
does she plead for tears with sunken eyes,
nor solemn cross does stand alone
and say that here a Mother lies
in peace beneath the peaceful skies.
But timeless trees with giant limbs
have spread their soothing shadows 'round
to make the scorching sunlight dim
about the greenness of the ground
and drop their leaves upon her mound.
Where over branches squirrels run
and through the leaves the ravens call..
while ripened in the autumn sun,
the acorns and the chestnuts fall..
and she will heed them one and all.
For her, this morning choir sings
it's melodies to where she lies..
where every lovely voice of spring
shall wash throughout the bluing skies..
Her pain, no more in echoed cries
But alas! The roots of all these trees
will find the prison where she lies
and bear her buried dust to feed
their leaves and blossoms to the skies-
So may her soul forever rise!
If anyone, on any day
should ask: "What lady lies below?"
I'll only say: "A tender bud
tried valiantly, but couldn't grow
and lies withered.. where the violets blow.
M.O.H.
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Where The Violets Blow
Contributed by
Man_On_High
on
Friday, 17th June 2005 @ 10:41:15 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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For not beneath a graven stone
does she plead for tears with sunken eyes,
nor solemn cross does stand alone
and say that here a Mother lies
in peace beneath the peaceful skies.
But timeless trees with giant limbs
have spread their soothing shadows 'round
to make the scorching sunlight dim
about the greenness of the ground
and drop their leaves upon her mound.
Where over branches squirrels run
and through the leaves the ravens call..
while ripened in the autumn sun,
the acorns and the chestnuts fall..
and she will heed them one and all.
For her, this morning choir sings
it's melodies to where she lies..
where every lovely voice of spring
shall wash throughout the bluing skies..
Her pain, no more in echoed cries
But alas! The roots of all these trees
will find the prison where she lies
and bear her buried dust to feed
their leaves and blossoms to the skies-
So may her soul forever rise!
If anyone, on any day
should ask: "What lady lies below?"
I'll only say: "A tender bud
tried valiantly, but couldn't grow
and lies withered.. where the violets blow.
M.O.H.
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Man_On_High
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Re: Where The Violets Blow
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by pUnKa_RaCh on
Friday, 17th June 2005 @ 10:50:36 PM AEST
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oh my gosh!!! Simply AMAZING, just beautiful Man On High..
Absolutely sad in every sense, but captivating nonetheless.
Every word moved me. Well done to you! |
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Re: Where The Violets Blow
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by foxfire44 on
Friday, 17th June 2005 @ 11:49:10 PM AEST
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| very well verst...you have good insite...I like this poem alot keep up the good work |
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Re: Where The Violets Blow
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by MorningDove on
Friday, 17th June 2005 @ 11:51:45 PM AEST
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Brilliant tribute to a beloved. Reminds me of where my brother is buried. Trees and birds and trickling stream, cattle grazing over him. He tried so hard in his life, losing much until his death. We lay them to rest, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, until we meet in Heaven above. They stay with us in our hearts where we continue to remember and love till we meet again.
Rita |
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Re: Where The Violets Blow
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by nanb294eva on
Saturday, 18th June 2005 @ 12:06:34 AM AEST
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Billy
That was just a beautiful tribute to your mother, I am sure she is looking down on you now thinking what a wonderful son you are, and proud to be your angel above. I really do wish I got the chance to meet her. It saddens me that I didn't although I know she is watching over you and knows we are happy again.
I Love you
Nancy
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Re: Where The Violets Blow
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by Bruce on
Saturday, 18th June 2005 @ 12:14:17 AM AEST
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| My words could never express how meaningful your words are.Great write |
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Re: Where The Violets Blow
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by DorianChambers on
Saturday, 18th June 2005 @ 12:23:28 AM AEST
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This is extrodinarly beautiful, as well as touching, and conjurs up in me some realy
deep recent emotions, needless to say a
true poetic master peice, very effective in evey
sence of the word . . .
Ben |
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Re: Where The Violets Blow
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by jyssvw22 on
Saturday, 18th June 2005 @ 02:21:19 AM AEST
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that was a so good
im a bit lost
but i love it just the same |
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Re: Where The Violets Blow
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by gwenevere on
Saturday, 18th June 2005 @ 08:00:40 AM AEST
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| What an absolutely beautiful write.so descriptive and so moving.Wonderful Work,Ros |
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Re: Where The Violets Blow
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by hauntedscorp on
Saturday, 18th June 2005 @ 08:52:51 AM AEST
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Oh wow Billy....Am I wrong or is this about your Mom? This poem is heartwrenchingly beautiful. So sad and loving. The vivid imagery is spectacular(!!!) You truly did an excellent job with this write. Kudos to you!
Scorp. |
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Re: Where The Violets Blow
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by wizard on
Sunday, 19th June 2005 @ 12:40:00 AM AEST
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bro,
i know how much this means to you, and to post it here for others to read indicates to me that your wounds are healing somewhat. i hope they are.
that aside, i am again at a loss of words at how extraordinarily talented a poet you are. i always give a chuckle after reading your work because it is sometimes difficult for me to to believe how great it is. it seems that every word was chosen perfectly.
great job bro,
love,
the wiz
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Re: Where The Violets Blow
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by brew on
Wednesday, 22nd June 2005 @ 08:00:51 AM AEST
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What feeling in the writes........and sorrow as well. I know how it is.I lost my mom 2 yrs ago, never thought she would go at a early age.wasnt even really sick. But to know her wish was fufilled, by being sprinkeld in the ocean...gives a peace to the whole.
WOW.....you are a great writer. I enjoyed this.Thank you for sharing.
Brew~ |
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Re: Where The Violets Blow
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by Jenni_K on
Friday, 1st July 2005 @ 05:03:35 PM AEST
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Holding back some tears here...this was really a lovely tribute.... sad but so wonderfully expressed...
Jenni |
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Re: Where The Violets Blow
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by Eternal_Dreamer on
Wednesday, 3rd May 2006 @ 08:06:57 AM AEST
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Billy~
Tears flood my eyes as I read ur write. I commend u on posting this my dear friend. I could just imagine how hard it would have been for you. One day u shall be united with ur loving Mother again Billy~, but for now she's always watching over u and has u under her beautiful gossamer white wings. She lives on inside ur beautiful heart. She's mighty proud of u as she smiles down at u from heaven.
*heartfelt hugs and much love to u*
~*suzie Q*~ |
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Re: Where The Violets Blow
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 1st January 2007 @ 06:22:27 PM AEST
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Gentle and beautiful poet-
I don't know much, but without a doubt I know she
is proud of this, (and you).
Such a beautiful, albeit pained, tribute. Your painted words
explode with grace and beauty, love. A remembrance
like this is actually comforting though I know it is painfully sad.
Your love and compassion are most beguiling, sweetheart.
Humbled and always touched by your beauty and skill
~Breezy
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