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thinking about
what use to be...
a feeling
keeps coming back
taking me
to when love was so sweet.
I thought
I saw her face
in the clouds
loves ghost is haunting me,
Last night
I thought
I heard her voice
then I felt her touch
as I fell asleep.
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Crippled Pilgrim Blues

Contributed by unknown_utopia on Saturday, 27th April 2013 @ 09:37:58 PM in AEST
Topic: LoveRemembered

Spending to much time
thinking about
what use to be...
a feeling
keeps coming back
taking me
to when love was so sweet.
I thought
I saw her face
in the clouds
loves ghost is haunting me,
Last night
I thought
I heard her voice
then I felt her touch
as I fell asleep.

Copyright © unknown_utopia ... [ 2013-04-27 21:37:58]
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Re: Crippled Pilgrim Blues (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 27th April 2013 @ 11:35:25 PM AEST
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With your title I thought of John Wayne calling the lawyer in the Man Who Shot Liberty Valance, Pilgrim, or tenderfoot. It was legend, but in fact the lawyer didn't actually gun down Liberty, it was John Wayne's character who did. He was later buried with his boots on by the then Senator, the peace abiding lawyer, who was then an old man.
Her face, Hallie's face, in all the clouds, for John Wayne's character at least, married the lawyer.
John Wayne's character sauntered off back to basic cabin outside of Shinebone to live with his ailing friend, played by the Afro American, Woody Strode. A hero who never got or needed any credit fir shootin down the likes of Liberty.
I was, I suppose, thinking when I first saw the movie,
imagining what you wrote just now.
Wayne's character was haunted by this love that came to him each night once the last sip of whiskey dripped out of another bottle.
Chivalry, bravery, shadowy, unschooled big and tall.
Of course I later learned even though John Wayne was very cool on screen, and actually very cool in a lot of ways as a person, his politics were absurd. John Ford, James Stewart, the great story and great actors...
Crippled Pilgrim Blues. brilliant to me what you wrote.
Good work.

Peace!

Re: Crippled Pilgrim Blues (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Monday, 7th July 2014 @ 07:59:46 PM AEST
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this title drew me in, and after reading your poem i find
it is timeless, a pilgrim could easily have felt the same
way, it is so beautifully penned,

hugs n' love nessa

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