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The Letter...2

That goodbye letter
That empty room,
That bare table
So much pain to endure.

Years have passed
My hair turned grey,
A letter under my door
It's from her,

'I still love you,
May I come home.

poem by Ken e Hall
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The Letter

An empty room, the bare table,
A lonely solitary letter,
In pain, again I read the start.
.
The words mist in my eyes and
Clear, then I read ‘Another love’
‘Goodbye’ screams out at me.

Of my heart the sinews tear apart,
Of my mind the soundness ebbs,
Of my love ‘twill never wane’.

Your magnetic pulse fades,
Leaving my life’s direction no path,
What fool am I to purport loves tenor

My tenacious soul begs for
Nature’s wisdom of a forest’s leaf,
They don’t hang on,
And just know when to let go

poem by Ken e Hall
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Love Ain't Nothing But A Four Letter Word

She was waiting alone at the station praying for her train to arrive
Thinking bout her destination, the tattered bag had all she had in life
She turned her back on her family, she turned her back on her friends
She turned her back on a married man when she took off that wedding band
She said, Im giving up, silver clouds have turned to grey
Had enough, theres got to be a better way
Giving up, you know youve gotta walk
Theres some things in life still worth fighting for
Aint no big secret so forget all you heard
Love aint nothing but a four-letter word
For some its for better, for some its for worse
Love aint nothing but a four-letter word
Love aint nothing
This time he said was the last time, last time he said just the same
In your heart you know that theyll be a next time
That your battered bones would have to explain
Givin up, nothings changing but the score
Had enough, every night love turns to war
Give it up, gave it all and wanted more
It aint nothing worth dying for
Its no big secret so forget all you heard
Love aint nothing but a four-letter word
For some its a blessing, for some its a curse
Love aint nothing but a four-letter word
Love aint nothing
Forget your mamas rosary beads to get you through this time of need
You know you gotta cross that line
You take it one day at a time
Had enough, the silver clouds all turning grey
Im heading for a better day
No big secret so forget all you heard
Love aint nothing but a four-letter word
For some its for better, for some its for worse
Love aint nothing but a four-letter word
Love aint nothing (it aint nothing now, baby)
Love aint nothing but a four-letter word
Love aint nothing (nothing now, baby)
Love aint nothing but a four-letter word
Love aint nothing (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Love aint nothing but a four-letter word
Love aint nothing...
Love aint nothing but a four-letter word

song performed by by Bon Jovi
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The Letter

She retrieved the letter from the mail.
Seeing the handwriting
she grew instantly pale.
She'd not seen it for many years.
Seeing it again brought
back the tears.

Not one word that he had said
was lost in her,
inside her head.
Things were good for so long.
Remembering them again
seemed so wrong.

The letter sat on her desktop now.
Staring at it intently
she knew somehow
the letter was an attempt to rectify
blaming him alone
or even knowing why?

Two months passed and finally
she opened it. Her heart stood still.
For she did see
words of comfort, but words of woe.
'I'm sick my love
but before I go

I need to see you. Can you come?
I'm sorry my love.
What's done is done.'
He died while the letter
sat unread.
She kept the letter in her bed.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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A Love Letter

A love letter from me,
To you;
To say something important.

A love letter from me,
To tell a love story,
About you and me.

A love letter about friendship,
To strengthen our relationship,
And express our special feelship.

A love letter about love,
Love of life partnership,
Love of life friendship.

A love letter from you,
To say that;
You always miss me.

A love letter from you,
To tell that;
You always think of me.

A love letter written
For You, my love,
On this day.

A love letter written,
Sealed With kisses, and
Hug and Smile.

A love letter sends
By hand and
with much Heartfelt.

A love letter to
Say “I love You”;
Say “ I Miss you”;
Say “I think of you”.

A Love letter seals,
With a lot of love, and
Heartfelt.

A love letter written,
About love poem written,
In Remembrance of our sweet memory.

© Lawrence Hiung, January 2012.

poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Red Letter Day

(ian hunter)
Red letter day (3) mmmm...
Late at night I drift away somewhere
Im walking on the moon - talking to you there
I miss you babe, oh I miss you
In my empty room on a crowded avenue
Oh Ive been rolling down the river, girland I bump into you
I miss you babe, oh I miss you
When I come home the love is gonna last forever
cause deep in my heart, the loving never went away
When I come home, the love is gonna last forever
Its going to be a red letter day (3) oh-oh
Why oh why oh why cant we see eye to eye
All we do is argue and the years go rolling by
How on earth could it be worth such a sacrifice
All we gots each other and Im lonely in this life
I miss you girl oh I miss you
When I come home the love is gonna last forever
cause deep in my heart, the loving never went away
When I come home, the love is gonna last forever
Its going to be a red letter day (many times)
Leave your light on cause Ive waited so long

song performed by by Ian Hunter
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No Love / Just Fate

Love what is love,
is it not the confusion we create threw the misconception of another four letter word -Lust
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Lust what is lust,
but ones sensual desire to explore someone elses body with the soul intention of pleasure without commitment therefore avoiding the most important but five letter word -Trust
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Trust what is trust,
is it not the secret to everlasting friendship threw the disposal of another four letter word-Envy
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Envy what is envy,
but the one thing most capable of destroying the illusion of love for it is the main cause of my next four letter word-Pain
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Pain what is pain,
is it not what we all have to endure to to maintain that which we are mislead to desire from birth -Love
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Love what is love,
is it not the illusion we create in ones own mind to dissolve our deepest subconscious fear of dieing alone even though we have not the choice due to this four letter word-Fate
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Fate what is fate,
is it not inevitable

poem by Mike Hayes
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Letter To A Soldier

Letter To A Soldier

A soldier got a letter, from the one he loved the most,
he looked at her new picture and he began to boast,
about his lovely wife and their kids back home,
which made all his buddies, think about their own,
when he was all alone, with her letter in his hand,
he thought about the love they had, and began to understand,
the reasons he had for fighting, and the sacrifices he had to make,
so the freedom of his family, no one could ever take,
he kissed the letter as though it was his wife,
it would have to do him, through all his pain and strife,
he kept the letter with him, right next to his heart,
as if it would protect him, during the battles he knew would start,
though many men were wounded, and some of them had died,
he kept the letter with him, it gave him strength inside,
the letter told him, all he had to know,
that his family missed him, and they loved him so,
so all you married ladies, with a husband in Iraq,
send him a little something everyday, until he finally does come back,
tell him about the children and the little things they do,
tell him how much you love him, you know he misses you,
soon this war will be over, and the killing all will end,
there will be a smile upon your face, when you welcome home,
YOUR BEST FRIEND.

written by Harry Bryant
28 August 2008 ©
all rights reserved

poem by Harry Bryant
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Ten Grey hairs and a silver one

I discovered my first grey hair
when I was Seventeen years old
It had to do with broken up my first relationship

I discovered my second grey hair
when I was Twenty years old
It had to do with the quarrels at home

I discovered my third grey hair
when I was Twenty-one years old
It had to do with searching for work

I discovered my fourth grey hair
when I was Twenty-three years old
It had to do with loosing my job

I discovered my fifth grey hair
when I was Twenty-five years old
It had to do with giving up my unborn child

I discovered my sixth grey hair
When I was Twenty-eight years old
It had to do with opening my pub

I discovered my seventh grey hair
When I was thirty years old
It had to do with giving birth to my daughter

I discovered my eight grey hair
When I was thirty –two years old
It had to do with the first day at the kinder garden school

I discovered my ninth grey hair
When I was thirty-four years old
It had to do with to find out that some thing was missing

I discovered my tenth grey hair
When I was thirty-five years old
It had to do with the fights between my sisters and mum

My one Silver hair I discovered lately
Has to do with you
Because I miss you so hard …

poem by Pascale Ost
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Last Flower and Last Letter

I've just delivered to your room
the last flower and my last letter
It's a flower you no longer can behold
It's a letter you no longer can read.

You still breathe
but cannot wake up
Your body is warm
but it can never rise up.

Minute after minute
your family surrounds you
touching your fingers and forehead
and shaking their heads in disbelief.
They too must wait
for God's verdict.

And the flower I delivered
to your room stands lonely
on a lonely table
And my last letter to you
on the platter remains unread.

poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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The Letter

Your letter arrived today.
I read through it with complete dismay.
For now I know that we'll never be together at the end of the day.
The door is shut all hope is gone.
I must find a different way to carry on.
Your letter sealed what I feared many years.
You do not hold me dear,
through my heart a poisned spear.
Now alls inside is spite and fear.
A cold patch of icy disdain.
Where once upon a time supreme amounts of love had lain.

So now it's time we part and take our own ways.
To save our lives to fight another day.
Your letter cut with the deepest scorn,
but from this treachery a new life is born.

Take heed my love a feel the day.
The futures ahead and for what we fare we must not dread.
Your letter sealed all that we had,
now I put this all to bed

poem by Michael McParland
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The Return

They turned him loose; he bowed his head,
A felon, bent and grey.
His face was even as the Dead,
He had no word to say.

He sought the home of his old love,
To look on her once more;
And where her roses breathed above,
He cowered beside the door.

She sat there in the shining room;
Her hair was silver grey.
He stared and stared from out the gloom;
He turned to go away.

Her roses rustled overhead.
She saw, with sudden start.
"I knew that you would come," she said,
And held him to her heart.

Her face was rapt and angel-sweet;
She touched his hair of grey;

. . . . .

But he, sob-shaken, at her feet,
Could only pray and pray.

poem by Robert William Service
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A heart-throb and the go-between

The old man dropped his precious letter
into the isolated letter box
where it stands in the gravel road.
The notorious postman who tampers letters
comes very seldom to collect.
He found only one letter in the box
but no addressee and stamps too.
He opened the letter and read loudly.
' I am an old godforsaken man
but still not senile; good for nothing my dear.
This could be a giveaway for you.
If you read this I am sure you may excuse me.
Do you know about spiritual love?
Sometimes this letter will annoy you my sweetheart!
Take it easy honey as I am a dreamer.
I am lonely and frustrated
and I need someone with a goodwill
who comes and stay with me forever.
I'll offer you my old hammock
and I know thousands of stories
which I can read for you on full moon days
until you sleep quietly my darling.

dedication to the letter box at ' home for the elders'

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Your Dear John Letter

When you wrote me a letter
To tell me I'm better off without you

A tear ran down my face
I wiped it away
Before I thought anyone would see

I ripped the letter in little pieces
So no one would read it
But now I wished I didn't

I have nothing but your memory now
But that's slowly slipping away

And if you died
I probably wouldn't cry about it
Because I cried enough for you
In the last couple of years

I guess when you told me
I was better off in the letter
I didn't believe you then

But now I know
That best thing you ever did
Was to write the letter
That broke my heart that fateful day

poem by Beth Ann
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In A Little While

Got a ticket coming home,
Wish the officer had known
What a day today has been.
Then I stumbled through the door,
Dropping junk mail on the floor.
When will this day end?
But then your letter caught my eye,
Brought the hope in me to life,
cause you know me very well,
And I bet you wrote me
Just to tell me,
In a little while,
Well be with the father;
Cant you see him smile? (ooooooh....)
In a little while,
Well be home forever,
In a while....
Were just here to learn to love him;
Well be home in just a little while.
Boy, that letter hit the spot--
Made me think of all Ive got,
And all that waits for me.
Guess Ive known it all day long;
Wonder where my thoughts went wrong.
When will my heart believe?
Waking half way through the night,
Reaching toward the lamp for light,
Picking up the word I find;
Heres another letter
To remind me.
In a little while,
Well be with the father;
Cant you see him smile? (ooooooh....)
In a little while,
Well be home forever,
In a while....
Were just here to learn to love him;
Well be home in just a little while.
Days like these are just a test of our will.
Will we walk or will we fall?
Well, I can almost see the top of the hill,
And I believe its worth it all.
In a little while,
Well be with the father;
Cant you see him smile? (ooooooh....)
In a little while,
Well be home forever,
In a while....
Were just here to learn to love him;
Well be home in just a little while.
In a little while,
Well be with the father;
Cant you see him smile? (ooooooh....)
In a little while,
Well be home forever,
In a while....
Were just here to learn to love him;
Well be home in just a little--
In a little while,
Well be with the father;
Cant you see him smile? (ooooooh....)
In a little while,
Well be home forever,
In a while....
Were just here to learn to love him;
Well be home in just a little--
In a little while,
Well be with the father;
Cant you see him smile? (ooooooh....)
In a little while,
Well be home forever,
In a while....
Were just here to learn to love him;
Well be home in just a little--
In a little while,
Well be with the father;
Cant you see him smile? (ooooooh....)

song performed by by Amy Grant
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Table

This table is reserved an invitation for two,
only one sits alone and the other chair is bare.
He waits and waits as the hours creep through.
Stares at the empty space and wonders where are you.
He looks at his watch as another hour ticks by,
looks at the door to see who is coming through.
He feels eyes staring, probably wondering whom
he is waiting for as the minutes turn to hours.
The empty chair remains bare
as outside the sun sets as night begins to call.
This table is reserved for two, but where are you?
He thinks of all the reasons why you could be late
for this most important date.
He has rehearsed his lines of what he purposed to say.
The box with the ring within his pocket stays.
Where are you he wonders, do you love him anymore?
The negative thoughts invaded his mind
as he waits looking at the door, just waiting for you.
Finally the waiter comes along and tells him they are about to close.
He gives one last look at the door, then gets up and goes.
The reserved table for two stands empty and bare.
Those who should have sat there are gone never to return,
and as the light go out the table stands alone and forlorn.

24 September 2008

poem by David Harris
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Girl From The Pawn Shop

With a pawnshop eyes and a second hand frown
She sat silent at the table
Her boots were brown, should she leave town
To play the role of lover ex-patriot
A nod to the waiter,always her flirty behavior,
You know she always gets one on the house
She pulls out a letter from a bag
Under her sweater and before she
Reads she straightens her blouse
Theres a passion in being alone a grace in a loveless time
Theres no new cross, theres no new sign
Only the sun and the changing tide
And out of respect, well really must confess
I never lost your number I never
Lost your address
And if we remain friends at best
Sometime later no, no not yet
Well smile and remember it like this
She put back the letter,one tear
Falls like a feather and disappears
On this bar room floor
The gratuity included, you know
The letter concluded
P.s. all my love

song performed by by Black Crowes
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Girl From A Pawnshop

With a pawnshop eyes and a second hand frown
she sat silent at the table
Her boots were brown, should she leave town
To play the role of lover ex-patriot
A nod to the waiter,always her flirty behavior,
You know she always gets one on the house
She pulls out a letter from a bag
Under her sweater and before she
reads she straightens her blouse
There's a passion in being alone A grace in a loveless time
There's no new cross, there's no new sign
only the sun and the changing tide
And out of respect, well really must confess
I never lost your number I never
lost your address
And if we remain friends at best
Sometime later no, no not yet
we'll smile and remember it like this
She put back the letter,one tear
falls like a feather and disappears
on this bar room floor
The gratuity included, you know
the letter concluded
P.S. All my love

song performed by by Black Crowes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Last Letter

Thou left me in lachrymose
State when I got at my
Door letter placed with rose
And penned upon sorry…

The letter was little curled,
And was wet with pearls
Pain and rain was limpid
In words like the crystal…

Single glossy wisp of your hair
Left in enclosed pages
Burning both of us desire
Without any hope in fire…

Over any misunderstanding
Won't we change or leave hand,
Why then you did so leaving
My hand with cureless pain?

Because I loved you more
Than anything in the world,
Was that my fault to be
With you to the last breathe?

I want nothing but mine
Heart that you've taken away
From me and leaving pain
with untimely full rain…

poem by Narendra Rai
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Letter body

Everything is there in th letter
And the letter has no letter.
Your body is a letter
You have to read and float
And go further and further.

Are you feeling comfortable?
Have you ever enjoyed your sleep?
You are not at rest
And not seen your body yet
The most valuable gift given to you.

You have not kept the body
In good condition
And the body is taking your care
Read the body read the letter of the body
And go with the body to understand the letter
And make yourself ready to get the nector.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Write Me A Letter

Write me a letter
and send it with care
telling you still love me
and will always be there.

I’m across an ocean somewhere
and the days seem so long.
I wait for each sunrise
and dream of our home.

Write me a letter
so that I can be
that little bit closer
to your loving arms and thee.

They say it won’t be long now
until we’ll becoming home.
So write me a letter
telling me you’ll still be waiting there.

poem by David Harris
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