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d-eric-pettigrew
d-eric-pettigrew
64/M/London
This is not about I This is not about me This is about us This is about we This is about fighting an enemy Untouched and unseen Whose power resides in the fear This can mean This is about coming together While staying apart And closing your door While opening your heart This is not about your house But the space you call home Not about your colour Or the place you came from This is about finding a way To share someone’s load Or helping the neighbour Who lives down the road This is about easing a burden To help someone to cope This is about purpose and meaning And compassion and hope This is about listening carefully To the voice from above This is about living This is about love This is not about I This is not about me This is about us This is about we
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Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 1:56 AM UTC
THIS IS NOT ABOUT I
Throw a stone into still waters When I am gone And think of me And watch each ripple outward flow And disappear Never to return But know too That somewhere on a distant beach Away from here A wave will break upon the sand And there I'll be Alone Forever waiting For you
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Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 7:49 AM UTC
STILL WATERS
I am lying in the dark I am flying through space And I am falling, falling I hear his voice I am glad you are my Dad I am in his arms and I am falling, falling I hear his voice I am glad you are my Dad I am crying I am crying I am crying I am falling I hear his voice Again and again I listen to his song And I am falling I listen to his song And I am listening to the music in my heart.
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Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 4:17 AM UTC
THE MUSIC IN MY HEART
1. If you please you can call this the first rule of Biddle, tis: Twixt beginning and end, there is always a middle. 2. The door to the mind should be open, but 
 There are times that it’s best that the door remains shut. 3. Live life each day to the full, and then some
 But know yesterday came, and tomorrow will come. 4. Count on yourself and you’ll stand out in a crowd
 But to others be humble, and inside you’ll feel proud. 5. Some people find pleasure in some money or toy
 But it’s family and friends which will bring your heart joy. 6. The most important seven words on the way to the top, are:
 Never never never never never give up.
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Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 10:01 AM UTC
THE SIX RULES OF BIDDLE
Should you but decide to climb That peak towering to the heavens You will find there is a pathway To its very summit. Ah, but the first step.
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Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 4:42 AM UTC
WHITETIGER
No longer two ships pass in dead of night Their signals crossed as if by unseen hand Same course Same stars While yet unplanned Led them to dreamlike moments Torn by hasty flight While holiday's bells toll away Enraptured hours The boy sets sail to be a man And leaves in port behind His thoughts In part In whole His heart Forever touched.
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Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 11:21 PM UTC
TWO SHIPS
Down the corridor of your mind are many doors Who knows what lies behind them? Life makes you choose. In youth, hungry to win, afraid to lose Not wanting to disappoint, and eager to please You open them with ease. Some bring you failure, or its twin, success Some seem a certainty, others a guess You find many unimportant Or only means to ends Behind some lie enemies, A precious few hide friends. The trip down this corridor is a test To prove to yourself you have what it takes Focusing on your goal, ignoring the rest Savouring your victories, exposing mistakes You press on to be best. At some point down this corridor, far from the start When you least expect A new door opens to a journey apart You meet someone and suddenly connect And are led down the corridor of the heart. This new corridor is different though, Its journey lifelong Behind each door lessons are learned New emotions you couldn’t know Right and wrong the hard way earned Daily paid as feelings grow. These emotions conflict as inside you change You feel joy and doubt, Contentment and pain, The bitterness of loss and the sweetness of gain As solutions somehow work themselves out In this corridor decisions count Both when taken and later As consequences mount There are no victories, no defeats No false starts, no repeats Only the experience of life made greater. In this corridor you go forward and remember back Old scars heal When new feelings take their place Showing little behind a public face While inside you alone can know That like your inner thoughts, each scar is real. The corridor of the heart leads to love But there is a price to be paid For its end is the sum of all decisions made Of the anger you have felt Or the hurt you’ve been dealt Of all words good and bad you’ve said. But whatever the price this corridor exacts Through what is in your grasp Or beyond your control Without the sum of all its acts Your human life would not be whole For the corridor of the heart leads to your soul. Kew, England March 1998
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Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 11:43 AM UTC
THE CORRIDORS OF YOUR LIFE
Down the corridor of your mind are many doors Who knows what lies behind them? Life makes you choose. In youth, hungry to win, afraid to lose Not wanting to disappoint, and eager to please You open them with ease. Some bring you failure, or its twin, success Some seem a certainty, others a guess You find many unimportant Or only means to ends Behind some lie enemies, A precious few hide friends. The trip down this corridor is a test To prove to yourself you have what it takes Focusing on your goal, ignoring the rest Savouring your victories, exposing mistakes You press on to be best. At some point down this corridor, far from the start When you least expect A new door opens to a journey apart You meet someone and suddenly connect And are led down the corridor of the heart. This new corridor is different though, Its journey lifelong Behind each door lessons are learned New emotions you couldn’t know Right and wrong the hard way earned Daily paid as feelings grow. These emotions conflict as inside you change You feel joy and doubt, Contentment and pain, The bitterness of loss and the sweetness of gain As solutions somehow work themselves out In this corridor decisions count Both when taken and later As consequences mount There are no victories, no defeats No false starts, no repeats Only the experience of life made greater. In this corridor you go forward and remember back Old scars heal When new feelings take their place Showing little behind a public face While inside you alone can know That like your inner thoughts, each scar is real. The corridor of the heart leads to love But there is a price to be paid For its end is the sum of all decisions made Of the anger you have felt Or the hurt you’ve been dealt Of all words good and bad you’ve said. But whatever the price this corridor exacts Through what is in your grasp Or beyond your control Without the sum of all its acts Your human life would not be whole For the corridor of the heart leads to your soul. Kew, England March 1998
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There's a place at the Center That every man knows At the end of a Valley Where no one else goes Where the Rage of the Battle Meets the Eye of the Storm Where the sole thing that matters is Substance, not Form. It's a place where the Mind and the Heart meld as one Where Deep Thoughts and Deep Feelings Wage a battle hard won O'er Frustration and Anger and Things left undone And the Failures of Self From which no man can run And in order to reach there And to pick up the Fight And to Win, not for Winning, but for that which is right One must follow a Path Which is Narrow and Straight, And not Waiver, nor Falter, nor Tarry, nor Wait And ignoring Confusion and man's misguided Pride Take the only course open, and that is: DECIDE.
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Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 8:36 AM UTC
INNER PEACE
Lying under a Patagonian sky The silence is loud A few gauchos happen by A crowd The wind sings As the world passes by. Distant fields of snow Paint patterns on peaks While clouds lay wispy blankets On glaciers far below Mother Nature speaks A lingua franca Time and space The whispering of grass In an empty place. Estancia Nibepo Aike, January 2011
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 2:40 AM UTC
A PATAGONIAN FIELD
A circular poem. Start anywhere and repeat as necessary. <=The point of a wave is that it is not=>
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Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 4:10 AM UTC
POINTLESS