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 Creative Chieftain  Posts: 11,389 Joined: 15-June 07 From: Springfield, Louisiana Member No.: 446 Real Name: Larry D. Jennings Writer of: Poetry & Prose Referred By:Just wondered in.  |
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Wrinkles are time's gifts The footprints of its passage Erased by death's winds ·······  ·······When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John Fitzgerald Kennedy Kindness is a seed sown by the gentlest hand, growing care's flowers. Larry D. Jennings MM Award Winner       |
  
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 Ornate Oracle  Posts: 8,879 Joined: 27-August 04 From: Bariloche, Argentine Patagonia Member No.: 78 Real Name: Sylvia Evelyn Maclagan Writer of: Poetry & Prose Referred By:David Ting |
Profound, beautifully written thoughts here, Larry...wow....But you made me laugh with your comment:
QUOTE We are all, if we live long enough, going to have them so instead of having face lifts until you wind up with a belly button as a dimple on your chin; cherish them as a sign that you made it through another year without having dirt thrown in your face. I can also relate to Robin's wish about Time allowing us to 'pass' the pain and failing eyesight of age.... geez. For my part, I'm terrified of all surgery, including dental, so I'll not be having any but the absolutely necessary surgery to stay alive! Your positive attitude echoes the respect shown for the elderly by Japanese & Chinese civilizations (tho' they've been slightly 'contaminated' by various western ideas..). Maybe the global crisis will change that, no money for any luxuries! Thanks for sharing this lovely piece, Syl*** ······· ·······Mis temas favoritos
The Lord replied, my precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you. "There is no life higher than the grasstops Or the hearts of sheep, and the wind Pours by like destiny, bending Everything in one direction." Sylvia Plath, Crossing the Water, Wuthering Heights. Nominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! MM Award Winner         |
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Larry Gifts Feb 18 09, 10:42 
Peggy Carpenter Harwood Hi Larry,
What an interesting way to look at wrin... Feb 18 09, 17:16 ohsteve Larry, very nice senyru, not sure that wrinkles ar... Feb 18 09, 18:11 Larry Hi Peggy & Steve,
Thanks for dropping in for ... Feb 19 09, 01:00 merle Bring on the wrinkles! Now if I can pass on th... Feb 19 09, 04:08 Sekhmet Wrinkles are time's gifts
The footprints of it... Feb 20 09, 03:22 Larry Hi Merle & Leo,
Thanks for the read and the c... Feb 20 09, 12:27 ace Larry:
Very nice Senyru. I kept getting the ment... Feb 25 09, 18:07 
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