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BobAs evening graced my deck I looked up at the sky through the leafless branches of the sweet Maple Trees knowing the days ago Their Golden Leaves fell All Around Me, Loving me like the Lyrics of Your Songs. xo I stood in the moonlight All Alone in This night with you, Mr. Dylan. Loving you with All My Heart In the Moonlight @ Midnight For t he Letters of your Words meant Everything, To Me. And I told God how much I loved you, reguarlessly X~ ~ of how you felt about it and the Rest of It. Everynight is a Good Night when It comes to My Love, for you. Thank you for All Your Words. I Love You, Mr. B. Dylan ---------------------(---@ Sherry B

It's time in our neighborhood to say hello to everyoneFrom window to window, call and response voices cast welcome to the wind. Everyone who passes through is renewed with the revival of the hearts best intention Acts, true to the way of love, bind similarities amongst species, aglow in the light of their lord. Soul's reflective in the midterm, giving thanks for this transition of season Amongst the sacrifice, as kind (light) mind of universal understanding beckons. Bravo, it's time to listen again to thee provocateur of master verse Maestro, lessons were given, students were taught. Unfamiliar animals laugh over solutions neither of them know that much about Formulating a sense of shared improvement proven upon the chance to smell lucky. Do tell, let the people be heard, "gas is for losers" so says the highway of deduction Back seat beauty tips, being certain is better, engine size isn't as important as driving hard. Miscellaneous dilemma developed a complicated knot of a north corner's dyslectic k turn Defeated in its delegated limitation, who ever does the most with the least wins. From a measure of regurgitate exhausted, cough coal's scientific disappointment with the dull flat earth We are free to maintain intervals of penetration, causing an effect upon the firmaments maintenance. Yield, no say over content, arguing over the right of way in the passing lane In the war against innovation, medical technology and energy independence. Industrial trail, lost road home, sharing the cud of a fuel source, future modern Will lead us to follow, with the blessings of hot sauce and winter wheels. They've painted a painting of a rear view mirror, think they can see themselves? Being intuitive as air discovered inside the modern day myth of melted glaciers. Ghostly grain of the night flower where once only roots took hold Of our family and friends who've died have left us behind to dignify each other.

Came by to read some of your words,like I always do but never post here. Thank you All who post your poetry in this thread. I shouldn't have been silent with my praise for so long. It's such a great thread! Inspired by the evenings moments and my old friend who has now has reached his ultimate high and new location, I'll leave one here. He was a songwriter and guitar player. We rocked out a great Me and Bobby MeGee. He sang Put Another Log On The Fire with a grin that you couldn't help smiling with. He's gone...so this one is for him and y'all. This poem was written in the early 1990's after an old lady I knew died that spring. She was very poor and rented a small second floor apartment that the landlord never updated since he bought the place in the 1950's. She lived alone and seldom complained. She loved God and prayed to a picture of Jesus in a garden by a hill. She was resilient to her poverty. Her clothes were often torn or tattered, though she wore them proudly. This scene is her funeral. Her family pooled their money together to give her this gift. The Poor Woman Dies It was warm in the room, the lights were soft and comfortable. The walls were papered with rich golden felt-stenciled diamonds. The chairs were hand-crafted leather and they embraced your exterior when you sat noble in them. The carpet under-foot was an elegant pattern of roses in bloom, double padded underneath. The tissue boxes had their own brass holders. The scent of fresh flowers surrounded each person and it penetrated their clothes. She was at the far end of this incredibly large room. So tucked in her silk-lined coffin. She was stunning. Her blonde white hair was magnificant and not one was out of place. The make-up she wore softened the years underneath. Her dress was dreamy, a pastel color, with an overcoat to match. And placed precisely where it should be, the most beautiful brooch I'd ever seen. The kneeling bench beside her casket invited me to gaze longer. This woman had never lain in such a fine place. She had it all, every last thing. Her pillow was brand new.

It's time in our neighborhood to say hello to everyone.From window to window call and response voices cast welcome to the wind. Bravo it's time to listen again to thee provocateur of master verse Maestro lessons were given, students were taught. Soul reflective in the midterm giving thanks for the transition of the season. Amongst the sacrifice as the kind (light) mind of universal understanding. They painted a painting of a rear view mirror, think they can see themselves? As intuitive air discovered inside a myth of melted glacier. Miscellaneous complications, defeated in their limitations delegated Engine size isn't as important as driving hard. Industrial trail, lost road home sharing the cud of a fuel source future modern Will lead us to follow, with the blessings of hot sauce and winter wheels.

Oh my goshGolly gee What is this feeling That has Come over me; It's too thick to be Melted butter, Runs too fast To be an egg; It's a warm wet feeling Sliding down my neck. Working its' way back slow Flowing right into my spine Now I gotta move Cause it's starting to climb That is probably A good time Good time. I got stuck in Reno Just before the fall And I had to Take it all I had to take it all. I got a condition That ain't gone bad Where is my physician For when I'm feeling mad. Silly me, I left my Heart in the bay Washed up on the shore of dreams. Nothing remains Not what it seems. More like the reverse In a funny upside down Inside out world Of circus fleas And dirty underwear. I got stuck in Reno Just before the fall And I had to Take it all I had to take it all.

If (Waters) If I were a swan, I'd be gone. If I were a train, I'd be late. And if I were a good man, I'd talk with you More often than I do. If I were to sleep, I could dream. If I were afraid, I could hide. If I go insane, please don't put Your wires in my brain. If I were the moon, I'd be cool. If I were a book, I would bend for you. If I were a good man, I'd understand The spaces between friends. If I were alone, I would cry. And if I were with you, I'd be home and dry. And if I go insane, And they lock me away, Will you still let me join in the game? If I were a swan, I'd be gone. If I were a train, I'd be late again. If I were a good man, I'd talk with you More often than I do.

Within You Without You - George Harrison We were talking About the space between us all And the people Who hide themselves behind a wall Of illusion Never glimpse the truth Then it's far too late When they pass away We were talking About the love we all could share When we find it To try our best to hold it there With our love, with our love We could save the world, if they only knew Try to realize it's all within yourself No one else can make you change And to see you're really only very small And life flows on within you and without you We were talking About the love that's gone so cold And the people Who gain the world and lose their soul They don't know They can't see Are you one of them When you've seen beyond yourself Then you may find, peace of mind is waiting there And the time will come when you see we're all one And life flows on within you and without you

stupid powerwar and hate whoo hoo run as far as you can with it it still gets you no where when you're using dead flesh to haul your load around how smart can you get? you're working with nothing but meanness and anger that ain't got no smart in it running around town to tell everybody, but you got no idea how to run your own show you just set off at the first thing that lets you blow your smokey smoke while the gardener quietly gardens and the flowers steadily grow what a season for wild flowers the streets were full of the heavenly rainbow glows now it is time to rip up what won't make it through the winter while I rub your neck with oil don't think that I don't know one piece was made for the other piece so right to take it slow walking on love power no need to run on stupid power anymore hate don't thrill me walking the line won't kill me if you weren't listening I wouldn't be higher without the death of my desire upon the spit of your fear without your frightful actions I'd still be splattered across your windshield of tears until the wiper's swipe washes the picture clear she was just a city girl you are a princess of the paddies walking ankle deep in water bending to pick a lotus near the iridescent carp twisting out of view let the fear dream dissolve to reveal what was happening all the time your dreams already come true walking through the city of light a touch of your thought raising shatters the dream all about you and so the sick man puts away his bed and sits at meal and stays away from stupid power and walks in the light following always his best sense of right he meets her in the clearing in the woods and they have a picnic while the animals of the forest sit about and watch as the afternoon light pierces the canopy with its golden hues

Behind Blue Eyes - Pete Townshend No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes No one knows what it's like To be hated To be fated To telling only lies But my dreams They aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free No one knows what it's like To feel these feelings Like I do And I blame you No one bites back as hard On their anger None of my pain and woe Can show through But my dreams They aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free When my fist clenches, crack it open Before I use it and lose my cool When I smile, tell me some bad news Before I laugh and act like a fool If I swallow anything evil Put your finger down my throat If I shiver, please give me a blanket Keep me warm, let me wear your coat No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes

My great big love song ooooh, baby, yeah Pick any three chords To back it up I'm so tired I'm going to sleep Play it like you mean it And bring it with a Big finish ooooh, baby, yeah ooooh, baby ooooh, baby, yeah