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Raising Ecstasy ....
Let me be young again...
In the summer of my life...
in bikinis or without...
in seas wide and deep
and you will feel the rods inside out ...
as you will nod
and in ecstasy...
rebound only
if I could turn back the key...
the lock could open.easily ..
if you were as exotic
too...
Style / type:
Free verse
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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Comments
Ian.T
Wed, 2013-11-13 18:37
Loved
See! you can write some good stuff when you put your mind to it.
Loved this one it had such a lot in a few words,
Yours Ian.T
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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
loved
Wed, 2013-11-13 11:55
hi Ian
you help step a pace ...
hows the grandson all's? well
you jumped I saw
loved
Ian.T
Fri, 2013-11-15 03:47
Loved
I suppose with the way I talk sometimes it would seem that life has been straight forward, but Young Bard we all have crosses to carry.
The message was for me to be a friend but at the same time it brought some sad times..
Though since being more in the Spiritual field things have been good in most ways.
There are some things that cling on to me some good some bad but all are treated with love.
As I said to Jayne I was married first time for 37 plus a bit years, and to many this would seem a lifetime, but just a first life to me, but I cannot go with the things I would like to go with.
One day before I journey on, I will probably tell the story that I hold in the sanctuary of my mind, if the children say it will be OK to do so.
Love is a strange creature it is a thing we need most times so I will leave things as they are.
You take care young Bard, will talk later, of mysteries and thoughts that are stored in memory banks, that are more like safety deposit boxes and safer than the normal LOL, Yours as always Ian.T
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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
loved
Wed, 2013-11-13 21:23
But did the unfortunate 37th year
fall in between 91-94:???
do let me know
loved
loved
Wed, 2013-11-13 21:23
But did the unfortunate 37th year
fall in between 91-94:???
do let me know
loved
Ian.T
Fri, 2013-11-15 03:49
Loved
No that would have been 2000 didn't quite make 37 years, divorced in 2000, Jan, just thought a new century a new life lol..
I was originally married in 1963 Dec, the person this is on about was from 1978, I must edit the 31 to read 35.
I remarried in 2003 there was no hurry lol.
It's a long running story young Bard.
I wrote a PS to comment this was written as I commented, I have now as you do put it on stream as a separate poem. but have taken it from here lol
Take care, your astrological charts need an edit, I shall send you some Fortune cookies, lol Yours, Ian.T
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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
loved
Thu, 2013-11-14 11:13
no I am a scientist ...an instant computer
''garbage in and garbage out''
your 37 years were misleading .....regret ..
the time frame of occurrences
is between 5 to 7 years
all else is conjecture
Some day we will converse.
loved
Seren
Wed, 2013-11-13 07:41
Loved
Like Ian said you can write when you put your mind to it, I really liked this one cant see anything to crit, you will have to wait for your edits I am busy for the next few days :)
love JC xxx
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats
loved
Wed, 2013-11-13 11:56
Thanks and shall
till all
the cows come home
loved
mand
Wed, 2013-11-13 09:13
Hi Loved
As the others say! This is good poetry - and I love the title - just perfect.
Love Mand xxxx
loved
Wed, 2013-11-13 11:52
Well the same mind coughs so very often..very often
Well the same mind coughs so very often...very often
some music flows in some ears
while for else it’s a cause of tears,
when poetry flows from seamless fathoms
none can critique on rhyme or rhythm,
this one emanated
as I scanned in ecstasy,
at some ones video so exotic
that my mind also became
equally erotic
thus I composed this so poetic,
ere I became neurotic
loved