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Muser
The two of you overwhelm me. Thank you for taking the time to read and to read them to Max
posted by
Justi
on August 22, 2007 at 9:37 AM
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Hey, Magnolia poet lady! I just read your poems to Max. He was real quiet
for a few minutes when I finished...then he said, "Justi does indeed have a way with words...I am moved. Her style is so unique; she's a unique lady! This is her talent...
I agree, Magnolia poet lady, I agree!
posted by
muser
on August 21, 2007 at 9:18 PM
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Matie
Thank you so much. Be blessed.
posted by
Justi
on August 20, 2007 at 1:37 PM
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Wiley John
You are so right dear one. Only He who lives in us is the solution never the problem.
posted by
Justi
on August 20, 2007 at 1:37 PM
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Really great!
The theme compelled pretty much everything, and that's not an easy task when writing things like this. Great job!
posted by
Matie
on August 20, 2007 at 1:16 PM
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Justi
Marvelous poetry about such horrific sadness and I am sorry for your relatives that died. The only holy thing positive I can find on this earth is He that lives within each of us luv. God Bless you and Geroge.....
posted by
WileyJohn
on August 20, 2007 at 1:10 PM
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TAPS
It is such a sad thing. I am sorry about your Grandpa and uncle. I can see where at such an early age you would forget but the family was so burdened with this work. It is too dangerous in one way or another. People got really upset about strip mining because it tore up trees.... Trees could be re planted and grow again, people can't.
posted by
Justi
on August 19, 2007 at 5:53 PM
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Justi
My Grandpa Jelinek, an immigrant from Czechoslovakia, was a coal miner. I can remember him coming home from work so black that I could not see his face. He died before he was 50, with lung problems. My uncle also worked in the coal mine, and died there. He fell in a shaft and broke his neck, leaving a widow with three small children. I don't think about it much because it happened so long ago. I don't remember seeing either of them again after I was six. But, these mining accidents/cave-ins always make me remember.
posted by
TAPS.
on August 19, 2007 at 4:52 PM
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Troosha
They are the warriors of the working class of the world.
posted by
Justi
on August 19, 2007 at 4:42 PM
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mneme
Such a kind comment, thank you.
posted by
Justi
on August 19, 2007 at 4:41 PM
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Chilitree
Thank you I am honored by your comment.
posted by
Justi
on August 19, 2007 at 4:40 PM
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Soul Builder 101
Thank you for reading and commenting.
posted by
Justi
on August 19, 2007 at 4:39 PM
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Justi
Wow - not only a powerful social statement but a wonderful tribute to those who die in the mines..... Bravo!
posted by
Troosha
on August 19, 2007 at 2:27 PM
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Justi
Good thoughts here.. we take so much for granted.
PS - I enjoyed your poem that Taps posted. I had it worked out as perhaps being Muser, although it crossed my mind that it could have been you .. call it sixth sense :) Had I read your poetry before, I might have picked it up as your own .. you have a distinctive voice and I will read more.
posted by
mneme
on August 19, 2007 at 1:22 PM
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Justi...much love to you my friend!
Great truth you write here!
posted by
Chilitree
on August 19, 2007 at 12:38 PM
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Justi
A lot of Truth in verse!
posted by
Soul_Builder101
on August 19, 2007 at 12:35 PM
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