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[title] => Red Roses
[time] => 2018-01-10 09:38:39
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[bodytext] => Red roses from our past
Have all wilted and died
Mutual friends just faded away
All moved on
Now they are gone
Time has been so unkind
Very few memories could I still find
We/'/re growing old
So few stories left to be told
Dreams and promises from our past
Wilted like the red roses
Simply designed not to last
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Red Roses
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jamesstockdale
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Wednesday, 10th January 2018 @ 09:38:39 AM in AEST
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Red roses from our past
Have all wilted and died
Mutual friends just faded away
All moved on
Now they are gone
Time has been so unkind
Very few memories could I still find
We/'/re growing old
So few stories left to be told
Dreams and promises from our past
Wilted like the red roses
Simply designed not to last
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Re: Red Roses
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by nightwolf on
Wednesday, 10th January 2018 @ 09:54:58 AM AEST
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| The emotion was very strong in this. I loved the first two lines. They seemed to perfectly set the feel for this poem. Good write |
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Re: Red Roses
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by PreciousKitten on
Wednesday, 10th January 2018 @ 05:22:32 PM AEST
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i want to cry.
bravo.
i love it. truly can relate to this.
this is what i feel everyday since that faithful day.
please keep writing. |
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Re: Red Roses
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by softerware on
Wednesday, 10th January 2018 @ 06:08:30 PM AEST
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We were designed not to last. Our obsolesence is programmed to allow us a finite time to achieve those DREAMS AND PROMISES. Your beautiful expression of growing old, (ROSES FROM THE PAST) alludes to the failure of reaching our goals.
The secret of contentment and self fulfillment resides in appreciating what we have managed to accomplish.
Those who inspire others are often melancholy themselves. My fervent hope James, is that you fit into that category, because this write alone is a gift to inspire us to take full measure of our successes and disregard the rest.
I have found in it, a moment to honor myself, and above all to acknowledge the deep value of friendships like yours that have helped me exceed the limits of my own reality. |
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Re: Red Roses
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 14th January 2018 @ 05:00:28 AM AEST
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Heck, just now I am listening to music
King of Leon, "on the chin"
muse, music, people that we know,
And mistakes our friends might have made,
"There/'/s this boy I know who/'/s afraid of the ocean
Never quite found love he drank the love potion
I/'/ll be on the chain smoking in the basement
Shattered like the windows
All my life I was born to lead
Worry not just leave me be
I/'/ll abide till the end
I/'/ll take it on the chin for you my friend
Find my bag of bones at the back of the station
Said make yourself at home
So I started day drinking
/'/Til I believe in time after seven, eight or nine
You fall yourself to pieces
All my life I was born to lead
Worry not just leave me be
I/'/ll abide till the end
And I/'/ll take it on the chin you my friend"
As the song goes.
You know I can hear what different small
animals sound like as they move through
the brush.
Today I hiked, and worked fixing things up
around the house like a wild bear might
getting ready to hibernate,
but I/'/m just turning 57 on Monday,
So I finish up and in jeans and a T-shirt
I go to the grocery store,
I kind of look a Daniel Day Lewis, or so
people say with white hair,
but I never act, or acted before and
so anyway there/'/s this girl in the store following
me around, and she has the brightest bluest eyes,
and I am not a skunk, but she
suddenly sees something in me,
but I am not that way at all, I am a dad
and my children are all full grown.
I am who I always was, and I have friends,
many whom I have not seen in years.
It is true, that I was always born to lead,
Worry not just leave me be
I/'/ll abide till the end
And I/'/ll take it on the chin for you my friend.
I still smell the roses, always will
as long as I live,
You know I remember well when my kids
were babies, how that felt
and how it later felt after they had become
themselves, they were both two different things,
but not me.
I am a lot of things, the small animal rustles through
the brush, and you know how that feels to anticipate
The roses have thorns and they are produced En masse
though it were no crime
but you are right about the breezes, or what I think
you might mean.
I am only 57 but still I am old enough
to see I am getting old just now
And I feel it, but I am still the same
And so too are you my friend
So too are you!
Peace!
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Re: Red Roses
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by unknown_utopia on
Tuesday, 16th January 2018 @ 10:02:52 PM AEST
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hmm dreams and promises....
time is truly unkind. |
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Re: Red Roses
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by emystar on
Sunday, 26th August 2018 @ 06:52:32 AM AEST
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so true and beautiful writing even in its sadness
huggs, blessings
emy |
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Re: Red Roses
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 29th August 2020 @ 06:02:37 AM AEST
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// Whoa, man, stahp it. That`s sad!!!!
But great writing if you`re able to convey that. So, remember that. Not everyone can do it.
Thank you,
Dugan
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