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[aid] => mick
[title] => Too Special
[time] => 2007-12-18 19:40:36
[hometext] => For Kids ard the World..I hope there will be less child abuse cases in the future.
[bodytext] => You are too special
No words I could think of
For them to describes you
All the joy shining in your eyes
All the love coming from your heart
Just a look at you
Takes my heart away
It breaks my heart
Watching you cry
Knowing you have been hurt
I will do anything
To protect you from any harm
To keep you safe and warm
There is no barrier in loving you
As God shows his love in your eyes and heart
You are just too special
In His eyes
In my heart
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[informant] => funnyface09
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[topicname] => Lifepoems
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Too Special
Contributed by
funnyface09
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Tuesday, 18th December 2007 @ 07:40:36 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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You are too special
No words I could think of
For them to describes you
All the joy shining in your eyes
All the love coming from your heart
Just a look at you
Takes my heart away
It breaks my heart
Watching you cry
Knowing you have been hurt
I will do anything
To protect you from any harm
To keep you safe and warm
There is no barrier in loving you
As God shows his love in your eyes and heart
You are just too special
In His eyes
In my heart
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funnyface09
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2007-12-18 19:40:36]
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Re: Too Special
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by ki on
Wednesday, 19th December 2007 @ 12:45:13 AM AEST
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| aww..thats sweet |
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Re: Too Special
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by enigma on
Wednesday, 19th December 2007 @ 03:42:26 AM AEST
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funnyface09,
...the most innocent among us; our children. I'm a retired elementary teacher. I could write a book; actually, I have. A society's level of maturity is determined by how well that society Loves its children. What parents are unable to effectively deal with, they pass on to their children.
Let me share a poem with you and then I'll be gone.
His Heart Has Ears
"You can't hear it?" he said with incredulity in his voice.
"You honestly can't hear it?"
He sighed deeply,
turned away,
brow furrowed,
breaths coming in short exhausted bursts.
A few paces distant,
twisting only his neck,
face angled slightly with the effort,
looking back,
eyes meeting…
"But, you see them, don't you?"
he asked softly,
pleadingly...
"Their faces…
their eyes…
you can see them,
right?"
Silence.
He was able to taste,
to smell,
to feel them;
bitter, pungent, excruciating sensations;
they were the children...
crippled children,
drawn by the Piper's melody,
but denied entrance into the warm, soft, protective stone of the mountain,
the rock fusing as weary, twisted, desperately struggling limbs failed,
as infant soft eyes absorbed the cruelty of the moment,
as the tedious crush of isolation's reality permeated,
as hope's warm ember dissipated...
excluded from life's fullness,
the memory of the Piper’s melody faded,
the shriveling,
once again,
resumed.
What others could not hear,
he could not mute.
What others were unable to see,
was for him a vista of panoramic proportions...
a vivid reenactment of his youth;
bearded babies,
breasted infants,
bowed limbs,
bent backs,
thickly calloused soles,
swollen, gnarly fingers,
hoary hair protruding from the nostrils and ears lobes of babes,
children of every age,
distorted,
forsaken,
unseen;
their screaming,
unheard,
denied,
rationalized
with arguments of practicality and personal comfort;
"You can only do what you can do..."
...and,
really...
honestly...
what more can you do?
Limitations are limitations.
We are not gods and goddesses.
Love only stretches so far.
Truth is Truth.
Reality...
reality,
is,
stone,
cold,
real.
But,
his heart has ears,
his soul has eyes,
and his tears are a river.
rko
May 16, 2005
ron...enigma |
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Re: Too Special
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by TheGrimReapersHourglass on
Wednesday, 19th December 2007 @ 04:15:22 AM AEST
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| I am against abuse but I am against todays society of children having no controll or respect and I am against the strict guidlines on how to correct as from 1970 to 2007.Beenig invisable is one but now times have come to-Serve The Servants Oh No-Comment fron good poem from The Grim Reaper DevilsPriest KnownAs LORD,Denver L. Jr. |
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Re: Too Special
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by Puppy_dog_eyes on
Wednesday, 19th December 2007 @ 11:07:31 AM AEST
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I've always thought it is nobodys right to abuse someone else.Where children are concerned it always creates the most vociferous response, as their innocence is stolen and then lost forever.
Nice work
Steve |
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