Snow and Life

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  Posted by Sarah Y Sat Oct 17, 2009 2:14pm PDT

  Dear Mr. Poet,

  I have not seen your work in a while, so I am thrilled to read this poem. How could something so scary be juxtaposed with something so beautiful? Life is confusing and wonderful in that way. I'll never forget when my mother told me that she had cancer. I was just walking in through the front door with my college boyfriend. I was young, in love, and filled with hope. My world felt like it was crashing down around my ears.

  And yet, looking back now, I can see some good that came from such a terrible situation. Back then, I never believed that I could find good in any of it.

  Life is a beautiful, scary ride and we never know what might be around the next turn. As you know, we only have today and we must make the most of the time God has given us.

  All my love and blessings to you. I truly believe that your sad experiences are being used to weave a tapestry of beauty through your writing. Though I hate to see you suffer, I am in awe of the words that pour from your hand and soul.

  Lots of love,

  Sarah

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  Posted by GirlyGirl© Sat Oct 17, 2009 3:47pm PDT

  My dear Poet, growing up in Sicily, snow was a rarity as it is in the desert. I agree, it's like a small death when it goes away! I hope this day finds you well! I am still sick, now on a second round of antibiotics, and ruptured a blood vessel in my eye while coughing to boot. I probably won't be able to work again 'til next week. My birthday was great, my boys got me lots of books and a new journal to while away my time. Even though I don't seriously write anymore, I do like to jot down what happens every day. I've been doing it since the boys were born. But, enough about me! Please, please, let me know how you are doing! Don't be a stranger! Love you, your GG ♥

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  Posted by SERENITY Sat Oct 17, 2009 5:27pm PDT

  Poet, how are you friend, please go to Dolphin's post,special S.D pictures thank you have a nice weekend friend drop by any time.

  have a nice weekend.

  Your friend Serenity

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  Posted by SILENT KNIGHT Sat Oct 17, 2009 6:35pm PDT

  I read your work from time to time and it bothers me deeply to know of your pain. My father is going through alot as well as my mother concerning thier health and thats the reason I haven't really left alot of comments on your blog. It took me a while to leave this one because I feel alot more than I'm able to express. Beyond the poetry I'm really horrible with words and lying. I don't pity you at all. I'm just very proud of you and the way you are handling things. I wont get all over emotional in this comment, but you are the better poet and an even greater Man. It is an honor to have met you and I thank you for reasons my words can't explain.

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  Posted by SILENT KNIGHT Sat Oct 17, 2009 8:50pm PDT

  I wrote that about one about the most intense SM sexual experiences I've ever had. I also wrote, Love Lines, Sexual Ambiance and Fire about this same woman... and just like you I have written more that are too detailed for public viewing. I posted these poems because I am sick of writing them and I needed to vent while going through a difficult time. My life has gotten much better and I hope to be writting the sweetest love poems inside my wife for the rest of my life real soon... and I must add that Mrs.J is a real nice lady who has been very supportive of my lifes work from day one and she loves to have fun, but try to keep it romantic and respectful unless she wants otherwise. I'm more shocked at the responses and who responded than the poem... oh I almost forgot to tell you that I am neither a poet or a writer. I was born in a painful place and just want to go home and on my way there my words began to rhyme for the wierdest reasons. As I grow older even my oldest riddles begin to make more sense. My whole life I have been drawn to a rhythm that flows and all I can do is go where that rhythm takes me. I've written alot more reality than poetry and one day my wife will feel more than my words.

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  Posted by SILENT KNIGHT Sat Oct 17, 2009 9:11pm PDT

  I'm not young or old yet, I'm 31 and you know how that old saying goes about those that can't do teach. I grew up in Jacksonville, Florida and it's nothing like what you see on t.v. There are so many different dirty secrets hear that will never make the news and that's why I am not afraid to live and speak the truth. My birth place is not my home and I am far from having a great imagination." My love is free and so am I from all that surrounds me. My sound is surround through the volumes in me like I scream from my roots that call out to the sea." I've performed infront of audiences, but having other women who like you and want to love you is bad for a relationship. I also stopped styling womens hair as well hoping that would make my relationships better, but it didn't. Now I'm just trying to get all these words out so I can move on with my life.

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  Posted by PoetWithCancer Sat Oct 17, 2009 11:58pm PDT

  You wrote WHICH one, Michael? I'm not quite sure what you are referring to.

  I'm not into S&M myself; but I do believe in liberty, and in the ethic of live and let live. Also, I believe that happiness is holy; just as I believe that life is sacred; and I think that the erotic love you write about, so true to life, in your poetry, is extremely important for human happiness to be at its perfected fulness.

  There is no Paradise without erotic love: which, for me, means the love between male and female. There is no Paradise without the joys of such love. Believe me, I know that better than you do!

  So you are thrity-one, and you think that that age is neither young nor old. Thirty-one years old is not old; it is young.

  But youth does not last. As Albert Camus wrote: "There comes a time in a man's life when he says or notices that he is thirty. He thus affirms his youth. But he also acknowledges that he occupies a particular point on a curve; and he acknowledges his obligation to travel the length of that curve."

  You will be better off if you realize, as fully as you can, that life is short at its longest, and that the time for productive life and for happy life is even shorter. Live life now. Live in the moment, and enjoy as many moments as you can. If you have dreams, do not delay trying to make them come true.

  I wish you well again; and I wish you many, many years of life and love.

  Bye now.

  --PWC

  aka Mr. Poet

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  Posted by RIVER Sun Oct 18, 2009 5:38am PDT

  dearest PWC,,yes I am filling my dash to the fullest as are you in the poems you share bring tears of joy to my eyes...your dash will live on forever in our hearts..never forget that dear one!!

  never forget!!

  peace always

  river

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  Posted by Sarah Y Sun Oct 18, 2009 4:09pm PDT

  I'm so sorry that I missed you, Mr. Poet, but thank you for stopping by my blog :)

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  Posted by Luna Marie Mon Oct 19, 2009 7:02pm PDT

  Dear Mr. Poet,

  I can see the snow and see the exam room ... I can see the window and the cars ... I can feel your pain ....... yes, the snow is gone ... but you are still here ... and I am too ...

  --Luna

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