Saturday Share: Come One – Come All!!!
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This is the blog where folks who decided
come and post their “Collab” Poetry!!!
Earlier in the week, a blog was posted inviting
everyone to come and give “One-More-Line”
to generate lines for this “Collab” Poetry.
This week we generated 72 Lines!
These are the folks who came to give lines this week:
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This week’s line was:
Hope that you will join in on the fun with collabs and/or comments!
Everyone can participate…you need not to have left any lines.
The lines are located here: Get Lost in the Lines
Pick a few, add a few of your own…and create!
And Please…
Love & Light,
Angel
Welcome to the Saturday Share…i am running late and about out of gas these days, but will be back a little later. :love: :love: :love:
MY APOLOGIES
As I sit alone thinking of you
Rememberin the long walks on the beach
Special moments know are the ones that never grow ole
^
I remember all those soft kisses on my cheek
How the depth of your eyes did piece my very soul
I think how you melted my heart with that first hello
^
When you went away my heart was so sad
And my heart aches real bad
I look back as the years flew by
^
Never thinking youd be gone who knew
When you left I never had a clue
Yet my heart knew it was true
^
Times I could not understand why you were rude
You so put me in mine of that other dude
Always as though you were trying to start a feud
^
A side came out of you I never knew
To be loved was all I wanted from you
But you turn out to be some one I never knew
^
For the longest time then there waz no you
Leaving me all alone and oh so blue
Life is hard with out you how do I move on I have no clue
^
So much of you never shown
Wish I could redo
Are put in a jar and keep new
^
Many days I spend with out you
Love oh love where have you gone
My apologies for being so late
^
But you left me here
With out even a clue as to why
You walked away with out a good bye
^
Written By: Bettie Davis ———————— © February 22 , 2o13
httpv://youtu.be/5Ji_C94OXZc
As I Sit Alone Thinking Of You
‘CPC Collab
By Diane
Rememberin the long walks on the beach
Hand in hand each
We felt as though the moon and the stars were within reach
Sometimes with our love child
I remember all those soft kisses on my cheek
Within my heart I loved you so and still today our love flows
The love we had for each other will grow
I so very much love being here with you
As something brushed by me~ it`s you as a ghost
I know that warmth I love the most enjoying wtih me those memories we loved most
I think of how long before your return
This is all so new’ no need for being concerned
Now I know it is you above me angel I knew
You have always been with me as I view
Looking back at all the times you lifted me up feeling new
The love we have is alive and will always be true
Angel Love, Bettie, barbara k.,
Scotorum, Flossie Marcia
CPC Collab with: Bettie, Flossie, Barbara K, Diane, Wildfire
MIXED MEMORIES
As I sit here alone, remembering her,
I know that I’m much better off than I were.
Back In the days when she held me close,
back when I thought I loved her the most
something brushed by me~was it her, or a ghost,
or perhaps just a very warm piece of toast?
Remembering our daily walks on the beach,
her hand in mine, yet somehow out of reach,
with our strange love child, the son of the beach,
I felt as though moon and stars were within reach.
We spent time collecting washed up sea shells,
while ignoring the sea and it’s rising tide swells.
To find just the right shell can take years in the search.
Now all I recall is a stinky dead perch.
Such pungent reminders soon quickly grew old.
I felt that was quite a goods bill that she sold,
I remember her slobbery kiss on my cheek.
She’d have kissed my lips, but her love was too weak.
How the depth of her eyes pierced my very soul
enclosed by dark circles like two lumps of coal.
Somewhere in my heart I think I loved her so.
But I couldn’t find where; I said “I’ve got to go.”
She kept our love child, our little Humpday,
(His real name was Wednesday; we named him that way).
Back at the castle she raises him up,
with her pet dog named Hot, and l’il Bratwurst, its pup.
Sometimes I wonder how life would have gone
if we’d stayed together to share some new dawn,
But then I recall how she’d burp and then scream,
so now I’m content just to read her Facebook stream.
The Gothic sirens who cast a linespell: Angel Love, barbara k, Bettie (4), Diane (2), Flossie (2), Marcia.