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Sam, I don't know your personal history but you have asked for prayers and thoughts and to you I give those freely. I hope you have no pain, loads of love and everything that can heal you.
posted by
BetsyLewis
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January 15, 2009
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Don't fret too much. This is just a passing phase. Excellent piece, though.
posted by
hardilaziz
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January 8, 2009
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Just a thought.... has brought all these creative curves out, and you've turned a fret into a wonderfully poetic teaser.
posted by
yellowrose55
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January 8, 2009
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Shelly
Are we a bit flippant here?
posted by
Nautikos
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January 8, 2009
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Well, Sam, you've certainly inspired some extreme preponderousness in yours truly. I loved the twisting, flipping, mind-bending of this.
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myrrhage
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January 8, 2009
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Well said . . . fretting is a full-time occupation for me . . . I'm glad to hear that you're eating . . .
posted by
Soaker
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January 8, 2009
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That is when one needs to meditate..and u, my enlightened friend...
know that so well :)! - Ash
posted by
ash_pradhan
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January 8, 2009
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Beautiful Sammy, Hope you are feeling better... all my love xoxoxo
posted by
Sinome
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January 8, 2009
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Another great poem
You never fail to impress with your creations
posted by
lionreign
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January 8, 2009
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too many big words for me
posted by
lustorlove
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January 8, 2009
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The only guarantee is that there is no guarantee my dear Shelly
your portrayal is awesome my friend; many blessings and thanks always
posted by
mariaki
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January 8, 2009
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Yours is a poetry of thought: the bedt tradition of the anglo-american poetry! I like it sam! Harpo47
posted by
Harpo47
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January 8, 2009
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oh! sammy sam sam
you draw out the fatigue so well. every word, lingering on the theme of pursuing something so ungauranteed. you string your thoughts so well, around the very processes we go through thinking about something to think about.
been in that mire for the last 4 days!!!! should i quit? i am thinking about not thinking of it
posted by
bythewindowsill
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January 7, 2009
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Great Poem
Always great!
posted by
Kolekshuns
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January 7, 2009
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You know I love all your work. This particularly resonated with me. I am tired of being tired!
posted by
Justi
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January 7, 2009
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yes, tired of thinking
I understand this very well. Latly...I need sleep.
posted by
Katherine_Ann
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January 7, 2009
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Tired of thinking
I really loved this poem and the interplay of anomaly and other rhyming words through out your discourse in blank verse with rhyme and a message. Rest fair one and don't worry. Worry is a waste of energy and drains our lives of prescious energy. michaudblaine123
posted by
michaudblaine
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January 7, 2009
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Beautifully said Sammy... years ago a good friend that now happens to be a big shot in Irak gave me a book entitled: " Don't worry about small things( and they are all small things)" - It was the best thing I ever read, not because the amazing writing in it but because it brought the message to me that truly to "fret" or worry about things is fruitless and futile. Your poem is amazing darling , same message but so poetically expressed. xoxoxo luuve ya
posted by
Sinome
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January 7, 2009
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Do not worry and fret over the things you can change not. The brain of a coot is not an apt description of yours LOL Good old Oxford word finder is a grand help in the puzzle of the correct meaning of the images from your mountain top . Most honourable wordsmith Shelly /sam.Applause from my hands!
posted by
merkie
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January 7, 2009
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Brood on, sam.
Your brooding leads to mind bending poetry.
posted by
metalrat
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January 7, 2009
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Fret Not!
You have made good use of your talent in writing, and the message is clear. Thanks!
posted by
Texas_Gem
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January 7, 2009
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I like to sit and stare out the window
and leave my mind free to think on things
of intellectual pursuit but,
not of worries, no frets, no anxieties,
just pleasant wanderings that finally alight
on something that stirs my soul to action.
posted by
TAPS.
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January 7, 2009
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