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mike-pilarte ...
First time that I have read your poems ~ I can't even imagine what it is like ... Thanks for writing them, sharing them ...
posted by
Dark_Dreamer
on February 4, 2005 at 12:18 AM
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My friends, I am not looking for death. In fact I am too young to die and have many thing to do. The poems that I have written is about times that Death has knocked in my door or looked at me in the eye and told me that my turn is up or is coming. Yet, I have defied that, I am still here after many close calls!
posted by
michael_pilarte
on January 29, 2005 at 2:18 AM
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What a poem for me today. It is the reality for my 44 year old daughter-in-law that each day gets weaker and has more pain and weeps as I sit hour after hour and hold her hand without talking, for there is nothing to say except, "I love you." Your poem is a very vivid description of exactly what she is expressing.
posted by
TAPS.
on January 28, 2005 at 3:40 PM
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Death
Can I ask a question why are you looking for death? Is life that horrible? Are you sick? Talk to me! Girlfriend troubles! I felt that way myself very depressed and did not care no more about living. Life seemed so suffereing all the time. But I had to rise above those feelings because they were truly destroying me. I had to count my blessings from God. But I do understand who wants to talk about God when you feel so horrible. i have a story of a child! This little girl about 5 years old had spinabifida! A spine desease. This little girl plyed with little twigs! A little twig to make her happy! Well she saw children playing across the street! But she could not join them ! She was in body braces. Watching these other children playing. How do you think she felt? You can only imagine. But one day this little girl was sitting on her front porch! These children came over started playing ball together. Right in front of her. But this little girl was a strong child. She said I want to play ball. Help stand up! So I helped her stand up and she leaned against the building for back support! For 5 minutes that child got to play ball. But that was a dream come true. Sometimes thats all it takes to help a person 5 minutes. How many can you help! Think about it.
But I hope sincerely you feel better. Don't Give up.
I also have a blogs of Poetry! Please tell me your empression of my PoetryThank You
posted by
Experience
on January 28, 2005 at 3:32 PM
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hello mike..........
very powerful poem........
posted by
electric_light_ambition
on January 26, 2005 at 6:21 PM
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you have a beautiful soul
posted by
_Symphony_
on January 25, 2005 at 11:15 AM
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Wow!
posted by
poeticspoken
on January 25, 2005 at 8:28 AM
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Your angst and bravery create a haunting blend Mike.
Very nice work!
posted by
Katray2
on January 25, 2005 at 8:10 AM
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Been catching up on your poems...good work, Mike.
posted by
Ariala
on January 25, 2005 at 8:09 AM
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