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 Feb 2014
Chuck
When friends are sick
There is little we can say
Words seem awkward and useless
So all we can do is pray

Hello Friends, our dear Timothy is ill
Marian and Hilda deserve a well papa and husband
So if you're pious, atheist, pagan, or some new trend
Let's all pray, wish, hope, or conjure our fill
For a cure for Timothy, our Friend!
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Get well soon old man! For Timothy, Hilda, and Marian,~><\|_][{}#%^*+=¥%%%%%!
 Feb 2014
DieingEmbers
They are the HP trinity
father mother daughter three
they share their faith and love and all
and raise one up if they should fall
no one is shunned nor turned away
and for them all they freely pray
where would we be without these friends
true hearts on which we can depend
Timothy and Hilda too
and Marian this poems for you
may God bless and guide your feet
giving to you his love complete
for in these days of endless night
to those in need you've offered light
to Timothy Hilda and Marion for always being there when others needed them
 Feb 2014
Timothy Brown
Lori,
Logan,
Jodi,
Jojo,
Hilda,
Weeping Willow
and **two Tims!
© February 24th, 2013 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
This Saint whose Letters bear Prime in Youth
Like that such my Verses appreciate
And Hand by Clock's Divination sprays Truth
Prevent my own Good Deeds depreciate
How Frequent be your Sprinkles for Good Praise
Which by Volumes soon Tampered for Debate
Yet as Pure Models breed Tolerance raise
Urge me in Trust extend your Honour's sate
Father from the Miles; By then your Heart plombs
What other Morsels must my Bowl offer?
Stoppered at that - Tongues inflamed by their Combs
Still Burst your Berries by Love, dear Elder.
It seems by now that First Names make Sense
Though Birth-Year's Stamp your Longevity hence.


‪#‎hellopoetry
 Feb 2014
martin
Not one to visit graves
I find the dead poor company

I might look closer at the lichen
Or observe the yew tree canopy
Or read the names just to see how fashions change

But for those left lying there
I don't see them, they don't see me
One day I'll be like them
Scarce a memory
Timothy, one of our most active members, has been on hp for a year, one his specialities being graveyard poems.  Thanks for all your comments.
 Feb 2014
Sa Sa Ra
I am in love,
with our holy brother connection!!

We gift each other,
I will run with what you impart,
to me and with what I see,
your most precious gifts,
upon the need all over this HP site!!!

That is how I know you!!!

So I too implore you T;
See T run!!!
Sa Sa,
Go Go!!! R
 Feb 2014
Anon C
End of the year in more ways than one
For a dearest friend who shines like the sun
A wonderful family and a big heart too
The best Birthday wishes I wish for you!
Simple I know but know it comes from the heart and I hope you have a lovely birthday with Hilda and Marian and a fantastic start to your New Year. Much love Timothy. Your friend, Chenoah!
 Feb 2014
Sa Sa Ra
Oh so Beautiful,
Beautifully Right,

And Lovingly Bright,
In any Darkness at all,

This or night, still you will find,
there is truly only More Love Willing,

To Come Into the Sphere' of Our Beings,

Other of else, is of baseless fear more chilling,
I know dear clearly truly only this Willing Holy,
Love is in Tears for being like iced, from Serving It's

Mission of Being

IT IS

~till~~

All You Know Feel See and Ever Hear
Sans of baseless Fear
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  HERE!!!
 Feb 2014
CharlesC
he writes from
unhidden despair..
his words find
distress in some
those wishing
a caring shelter
or raining joy..
is it possible
standing his place
finding within the
evening each owns..
a garden there
dark earthy soil..
no other place
restores morning
rays..
Timothy's Gift...
for our HP friend...
 Feb 2014
Sa Sa Ra
See Timothy;

You make easy;

'Lite of Heart'
'Like a Feather'
That weighs not!!!
 Feb 2014
Erin
Look at the comments, and who do you see,
it's the kind, motivational Timothy.
Spreading good thoughts and advice to me,
The father of our website HelloPoetry
Shout out to Timothy! xo
May 6, 2013/itsjusterin

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