wayne-gore - Hello Poetry

VIRGINIA BLUEBIRD As I sat gazing in the morning chill A Bluebird lit on my window sill Curious I thought, this time of year For a Virginia Bluebird to suddenly appear. We sat and gazed eye to eye Neither breathing nor flinching for awhile Remembering some past we shared as one In days of old, when the world was young. It seems we meet from time to time To share a glance, To catch a line Recounting those memories of ages gone That sustain us now on our way home The Bluebird cocked her head and laughed Reliving a moment from our past We shared this moment as old friends do I remember it well, and the Bluebird knew. Then the morning was gone and the chill had Passed, We both knew it could not last It was goodbye again at least for now, We will meet again, somewhere, somehow. Wayne Gore Copyright 2019

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Jan 8, 2025

Jan 8, 2025 at 7:09 PM UTC

VIRGINIA BLUEBIRD

VIRGINIA BLUEBIRD As I sat gazing in the morning chill A Bluebird lit on my window sill Curious I thought, this time of year For a Virginia Bluebird to suddenly appear. We sat and gazed eye to eye Neither breathing nor flinching for awhile Remembering some past we shared as one In days of old, when the world was young. It seems we meet from time to time To share a glance, To catch a line Recounting those memories of ages gone That sustain us now on our way home The Bluebird cocked her head and laughed Reliving a moment from our past We shared this moment as old friends do I remember it well, and the Bluebird knew. Then the morning was gone and the chill had Passed, We both knew it could not last It was goodbye again at least for now, We will meet again, somewhere, somehow. Wayne Gore Copyright 2019

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There was a time I thought I could fly I don't know how and I don't know why. I touched the stars in a moonlit sky and pinched the clouds as I flew by. That was back then when I thought I could fly. Lighthearted and wonderous I was in awe to chase a comet across the sky. Larks and eagles were my best friends along with a hawk and an occasional wren. I flew to Egypt then to Spain, to the great China wall then home again. I raced along with thundering storms , teasing the lighting and riding the wind. When I thought I could fly, that was back then. As all journeys must start all journeys must end We can all travel about if only within. I plunged thru the heavens end over end never stopping to ask the why or the when. That was way back, back when I was Ten.

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Apr 21, 2013

Apr 21, 2013 at 3:02 PM UTC

I Thought I Could Fly

There was a time I thought I could fly I don't know how and I don't know why. I touched the stars in a moonlit sky and pinched the clouds as I flew by. That was back then when I thought I could fly. Lighthearted and wonderous I was in awe to chase a comet across the sky. Larks and eagles were my best friends along with a hawk and an occasional wren. I flew to Egypt then to Spain, to the great China wall then home again. I raced along with thundering storms , teasing the lighting and riding the wind. When I thought I could fly, that was back then. As all journeys must start all journeys must end We can all travel about if only within. I plunged thru the heavens end over end never stopping to ask the why or the when. That was way back, back when I was Ten.

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That place you go, you know the one, that place you go to be alone I ' ve seen you there from time to time nursing your memories as you play the mime I view this drama from afar as you place your memories into your Memory Jar You spin and jump and move about as you put them in and take then out what a price to the piper you must pay as you dance about on his gossamer stage then you return to me with a mysterious smile never knowing I knew you were gone for awhile.

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Apr 20, 2013

Apr 20, 2013 at 10:10 AM UTC

The Memory Jar

That place you go, you know the one, that place you go to be alone I ' ve seen you there from time to time nursing your memories as you play the mime I view this drama from afar as you place your memories into your Memory Jar You spin and jump and move about as you put them in and take then out what a price to the piper you must pay as you dance about on his gossamer stage then you return to me with a mysterious smile never knowing I knew you were gone for awhile.

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On a dark dark night when the stars all glow Tell me again where does the Half Moon go When winter appears with a withering snow Tell me again where the warm winds go When the day diasppears in a glourious show Tell me again where does the twilight go When storm clouds appear To and Fro Tell me again where does the sunshine go When I am so old, so tired and so slow Tell me again why yoy love me so.

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Feb 18, 2013

Feb 18, 2013 at 12:11 PM UTC

Mysteries

On a dark dark night when the stars all glow Tell me again where does the Half Moon go When winter appears with a withering snow Tell me again where the warm winds go When the day diasppears in a glourious show Tell me again where does the twilight go When storm clouds appear To and Fro Tell me again where does the sunshine go When I am so old, so tired and so slow Tell me again why yoy love me so.

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