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Today
have caused someone great pain today
It wasn't supposed to happen this way
He said he didn't love me anymore
And Killed the love I had for him
I have caused someone great pain today
When I said I was determined to leave
He cried, I cried
He asked me why
I caused someone great pain today
I said he killed my love
He said "How can I get it back"
I said"There is no way"
I caused someone great pain today
The daily snipes, the daily fights
Killed the love I had
He said hurt him too at those times
But it was self preservation for me
I caused someone great pain today
I cannot find the passion again
He wanted to try again and I can't
He cried, I cried
I caused someone great pain today
And will forever live with the guilt
It wasn't supposed to happen this way
He said he didn't love me anymore
And Killed the love I had for him
I have caused someone great pain today
When I said I was determined to leave
He cried, I cried
He asked me why
I caused someone great pain today
I said he killed my love
He said "How can I get it back"
I said"There is no way"
I caused someone great pain today
The daily snipes, the daily fights
Killed the love I had
He said hurt him too at those times
But it was self preservation for me
I caused someone great pain today
I cannot find the passion again
He wanted to try again and I can't
He cried, I cried
I caused someone great pain today
And will forever live with the guilt
The Sea
I watch the sea
When I'm happy I see crystal shining past the beakers
The interplay of sun on water
The mist on the horizon
The gentle sounds of the waves lapping at the shore
Sending the shore birds scurrying away
The gulls greedy with raucous cries heard over the waves
The sounds of children at play in the summer, building their sand castles
Increases my joy in the day
I watch the sea
On a storm tossed day when I'm hurting
The waves beating the shore
The way I feel beaten
The crashing sounds come to my ears
Gray, angry it calls me
It shows how I feel
The fog how short my sight is now
Deserted like my heart
So lonely the beach
Drawing me to let out my cries of anguish
Where only the sea and I can hear
I watch the sea
When I'm happy I see crystal shining past the beakers
The interplay of sun on water
The mist on the horizon
The gentle sounds of the waves lapping at the shore
Sending the shore birds scurrying away
The gulls greedy with raucous cries heard over the waves
The sounds of children at play in the summer, building their sand castles
Increases my joy in the day
I watch the sea
On a storm tossed day when I'm hurting
The waves beating the shore
The way I feel beaten
The crashing sounds come to my ears
Gray, angry it calls me
It shows how I feel
The fog how short my sight is now
Deserted like my heart
So lonely the beach
Drawing me to let out my cries of anguish
Where only the sea and I can hear
I watch the sea
As One Heart Beats For Two
His Mother walked up behind me
Wrapped me in her loving embrace,
As Whispered words of thanks you’s
Tumbled from her trembling lips.
~
As she bestowed upon me a much
Cherished gift, not anything that can
Be seen or touched but feelings passed
From one to a hurting mother.
~
She placed her weathered hand upon
Her sons chest, and told me your
Son’s heart beats here in my sons
Chest.
~
The moment was over in a flash but
The memory lingers on, as,
Those simple words of truth sooth
My aching soul.
~
A new friendship forged here will
Last forever more, for in her son
Ill watch as he lives a life for,
Himself and the son I lost.
~
As One Heart Beats For Two!
Wrapped me in her loving embrace,
As Whispered words of thanks you’s
Tumbled from her trembling lips.
~
As she bestowed upon me a much
Cherished gift, not anything that can
Be seen or touched but feelings passed
From one to a hurting mother.
~
She placed her weathered hand upon
Her sons chest, and told me your
Son’s heart beats here in my sons
Chest.
~
The moment was over in a flash but
The memory lingers on, as,
Those simple words of truth sooth
My aching soul.
~
A new friendship forged here will
Last forever more, for in her son
Ill watch as he lives a life for,
Himself and the son I lost.
~
As One Heart Beats For Two!
Down By The Sea Shore
If women are from Venus and Men from Mars
I would then have to travel beyond the stars
I did a Google to see how many miles I must go
There distance changes often now I don't know
See First reply for rest
I would then have to travel beyond the stars
I did a Google to see how many miles I must go
There distance changes often now I don't know
See First reply for rest
The Child Waits
In the shadows of my
mind there is a child.
She calls to me and I hear
her sadness.
As I sleep I feel this small
child tugging on my heart.
"Please help me through the gate",
she whispers.
I can see into her eyes and I know
she has been left behind.
She waits for help to pass over.
I toss and turn not knowing what
I'm to do.
Why has this small child come to
me for help?
She sits and waits till her turn
comes.
There is a brilliant light in the
distance.
I can hear the sounds of spirits
all around.
Still this little girl waits for
my guidance.
Soon I am holding this lovely little
girls hand and looking into
her eyes.
I see peace as she looks at me.
She walks with me and together
we walk toward the gate that
we all must travel through to the
other side.
I kneel down beside her and hold
her in my arms.
She knows that it is time for her
to go on.
I whisper there are those that love
her waiting on the other side.
She hugs me tightly, then turns
and walks slowly to the light.
The gates of gold open wide and glimmer
in the light.
A chorus of Angels can be heard as
the little girl finds her way through
the gates and into the waiting
arms of those that love her.
As she walks away she turns back and
smiles and waves softly to me.
This is a dream I will never forget.
Peace and love be with you
whoever and wherever you are.
Never be afraid of death for death
is just leaving this life and going on
to the next.
We will all be together again.
Hand On Hand
I sit with you in the late afternoon
We watch the Blue Jay building her nest
She is busy and in a hurry
She builds her home here every year
You chuckle and are fascinated by her work
You tell me this is a life cycle
I put my hand on yours
Those big scared old hands
They have seen much and worked hard
Yet there is a frail texture to them now
Your hand shakes a little more than it use to
We talk of everyone who is gone and how you miss them
They are here more and more often these days
Are they calling you Daddy
To come home
I press my hand a little harder
As if to hold you just awhile longer
Yet I know the voices call
Soon you say, soon
We watch the Blue Jay building her nest
She is busy and in a hurry
She builds her home here every year
You chuckle and are fascinated by her work
You tell me this is a life cycle
I put my hand on yours
Those big scared old hands
They have seen much and worked hard
Yet there is a frail texture to them now
Your hand shakes a little more than it use to
We talk of everyone who is gone and how you miss them
They are here more and more often these days
Are they calling you Daddy
To come home
I press my hand a little harder
As if to hold you just awhile longer
Yet I know the voices call
Soon you say, soon
Reflecting Back On My Trip To Minnesota!
Reflecting back on my trip to Minnesota
We had a lovely trip there the weather for the most
Part was perfect.
The times we had there I will cherish always the new
Friendships I have forged there will last the rest of my life.
I have often wondered what it was like for Bob (My Son’s Heart
Recipient) & His Family before that fateful night that my son
Died and Bob was the one chosen through fait or Gods will.
To be the person who would be the recipient of the gift of his heart.
However, the debts of my imagination could not go in to
The tiny details that was revealed to us on this visit I always
Had empathy for this man’s mother for Flip was taken from me
Relatively quickly, she watched for years as her son was slowly
Dieing he had 4 heart attacks in the span of 14 years that started
At the age of 24.there was one attack that put him in a coma for
4-days and when he came out of it he was like a child again.
I cannot imagine how difficult it must have been for her to sit
And watch this and know there was nothing she could do to help
Her child. The Struggles this family went through because of his
Heart desease is Heart wrenching as what we went through in the short
Span of Less than 4-days from the time Flip was hit by the car until
The Diagnoses of brain death.
I have never regretted the decision to follow through with Flips
Choice To donate his organs and after visiting with Bob and
His family it has just re confirmed in my mind how glad I am
That we did what my son wanted.
My goodbye to her (Bobs Mom)on the day we left to come home has my
Mind wondering back to that moment over and over again and it
Is just as emotional now as it was in that moment of time.
JoAnne was at work when we arrived at there home on
Wednesday afternoon we visited with his father for about and hour
And a half before he went to pick his mom from work, she came in the
House thanked us for coming over then walked to the end of the couch
Where my daughter Kerry was sitting told us she owed us apologies
And I asked why she thought that she would owe us one she ,
said it was because she felt that
When Bob wrote his letter, she should have sent a Thank you card also.
I told her JoAnne it was not necessary, she said yes it was, bent over
And hugged my daughter Kerry and said Thank You, you don’t know
How much we Love you and your family & your Brother Flip for what
You have done for our family, then she reached out her hand placed it
Upon her son’s chest and told Kerry, your brother’s heart beats here.
I thought wow that is deep.
She then walked over to me stood a little
Behind me yet beside me and wrapped her arms around me squeezing me
Tightly and said THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!
She said I cannot tell you how much we love you and your family as she did
Kerry she reached over (Bob was sitting between Kerry and I on the couch)
And placed her hand on his chest and said your sons heart beats here in my
Sons chest because of you and Flip and we love you so very much.
This moment in my mind still shakes me to my core, I still cry as I did then as we
All did. I do not think many people have profound moments like this in there life
And I can tell you Now that I have it will remain with me forever.
I find myself still digesting all that happened while we were there and I am
Sure, will write more about it and talk more about in the days, and Months to
Come.
Thank you all for letting me share this emotional journey with you all.
Kim
We had a lovely trip there the weather for the most
Part was perfect.
The times we had there I will cherish always the new
Friendships I have forged there will last the rest of my life.
I have often wondered what it was like for Bob (My Son’s Heart
Recipient) & His Family before that fateful night that my son
Died and Bob was the one chosen through fait or Gods will.
To be the person who would be the recipient of the gift of his heart.
However, the debts of my imagination could not go in to
The tiny details that was revealed to us on this visit I always
Had empathy for this man’s mother for Flip was taken from me
Relatively quickly, she watched for years as her son was slowly
Dieing he had 4 heart attacks in the span of 14 years that started
At the age of 24.there was one attack that put him in a coma for
4-days and when he came out of it he was like a child again.
I cannot imagine how difficult it must have been for her to sit
And watch this and know there was nothing she could do to help
Her child. The Struggles this family went through because of his
Heart desease is Heart wrenching as what we went through in the short
Span of Less than 4-days from the time Flip was hit by the car until
The Diagnoses of brain death.
I have never regretted the decision to follow through with Flips
Choice To donate his organs and after visiting with Bob and
His family it has just re confirmed in my mind how glad I am
That we did what my son wanted.
My goodbye to her (Bobs Mom)on the day we left to come home has my
Mind wondering back to that moment over and over again and it
Is just as emotional now as it was in that moment of time.
JoAnne was at work when we arrived at there home on
Wednesday afternoon we visited with his father for about and hour
And a half before he went to pick his mom from work, she came in the
House thanked us for coming over then walked to the end of the couch
Where my daughter Kerry was sitting told us she owed us apologies
And I asked why she thought that she would owe us one she ,
said it was because she felt that
When Bob wrote his letter, she should have sent a Thank you card also.
I told her JoAnne it was not necessary, she said yes it was, bent over
And hugged my daughter Kerry and said Thank You, you don’t know
How much we Love you and your family & your Brother Flip for what
You have done for our family, then she reached out her hand placed it
Upon her son’s chest and told Kerry, your brother’s heart beats here.
I thought wow that is deep.
She then walked over to me stood a little
Behind me yet beside me and wrapped her arms around me squeezing me
Tightly and said THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!
She said I cannot tell you how much we love you and your family as she did
Kerry she reached over (Bob was sitting between Kerry and I on the couch)
And placed her hand on his chest and said your sons heart beats here in my
Sons chest because of you and Flip and we love you so very much.
This moment in my mind still shakes me to my core, I still cry as I did then as we
All did. I do not think many people have profound moments like this in there life
And I can tell you Now that I have it will remain with me forever.
I find myself still digesting all that happened while we were there and I am
Sure, will write more about it and talk more about in the days, and Months to
Come.
Thank you all for letting me share this emotional journey with you all.
Kim
My Heart To Yours
Drink from the fountain of my soul.
Feast on the warmth of my love.
Savor the taste of life I breathe
into your sleeping body.
Touch the feelings so new to you
and feel reborn.
Look into your heart and believe
all things are possible
once again.
The loneliness is gone and once more
your soul soars.
Raspberry Lessons
My Grandmother had a huge patch of red raspberries. in her back yard, just behind the roses. They would bear fruit most of the summer, as long as they were picked, and I never got tired of the red raspberry jam, My Grandfather had false teeth, and I remember him complaining about the little seeds that got under his dentures. Still, that didn't keep him from eating the jam, so guess they were worth it. What I remember most, was the stories she would tell while we picked berries. There was not a grandchild that didn't get their session in the berry patch :), Her Father was a Baptist minister, American Baptist.She didn't much care for the noisy Southern Baptist, so she always designated which branch of the Baptists he belonged to. They got a reprieve in the summer from the church in the summer months, as he was also a logger. and had a crew that camped out in the summer time and logged. They had a large family , 13 children, and she was the youngest, and she rightfully claimed her place by sharing some of the things that she got away with because she was the youngest. There were 12 girls and one boy and they all had to take a part of the family chores. When they went to the mountains to log, the girls all worked in the kitchen and under the scrutiny of their Mother, fixed the meals for the hungry loggers. Three big meals a day.
While we were picking raspberries, she would reminisce about the huckleberry pies that they would make. Of course, we would always get the lesson how she was taught to pick the berries. You never just went into the patch and picked randomly, you started at one place and picked all the berries in that spot and then you would slowly step into the next space and pick those bushes clean as well. Supposedly, you would get more berries much quicker than the other way, however, I was never fully convinced about that part. Then, when we were advised of how to properly pick, she would share the funny stories, or stories of drama like the time the bears came into camp, or about the bears or about the time she was playing baseball and fell, and the crochet hook had entered her body and what they did to remove it.
Times have changed, and I sometimes wonder how it would have been to be raised in that era, where television sets were nonexistent and books were consumed. Now as I look back on those times, I am thankful that she took the time to share the lessons and part of her life with me. Idaho still has the huge huckleberries, but the pies are far and few between. Long gone are the logging camps, and our beautiful forests as well, as least as far as they knew them. Long gone are the frightful roads that were covered by wagons, and in their place, we find the four lane freeway. There is a lot to be said for progress, and just as much to be said about the pristine forests and the way of life that they knew and loved.
Tauna
While we were picking raspberries, she would reminisce about the huckleberry pies that they would make. Of course, we would always get the lesson how she was taught to pick the berries. You never just went into the patch and picked randomly, you started at one place and picked all the berries in that spot and then you would slowly step into the next space and pick those bushes clean as well. Supposedly, you would get more berries much quicker than the other way, however, I was never fully convinced about that part. Then, when we were advised of how to properly pick, she would share the funny stories, or stories of drama like the time the bears came into camp, or about the bears or about the time she was playing baseball and fell, and the crochet hook had entered her body and what they did to remove it.
Times have changed, and I sometimes wonder how it would have been to be raised in that era, where television sets were nonexistent and books were consumed. Now as I look back on those times, I am thankful that she took the time to share the lessons and part of her life with me. Idaho still has the huge huckleberries, but the pies are far and few between. Long gone are the logging camps, and our beautiful forests as well, as least as far as they knew them. Long gone are the frightful roads that were covered by wagons, and in their place, we find the four lane freeway. There is a lot to be said for progress, and just as much to be said about the pristine forests and the way of life that they knew and loved.
Tauna
Will I make the Top Ten?
Does it matter if I do?
It can matter a lot!
Now that you're wondering what it is that I'm talking about, I'm referring to the popularity ratings posted on Poemhunter.com. It includes the top 500 active poets for each country based upon their on site popularity - they archive over 300,000 poems representing over 24,000 poets. Additionally they have a top 500 ranking world wide.
When I first joined this group, I had just broken into the top 100 for the USA and I was included in the top 250 worldwide.
As I'm writing this, I am now rated #16 in the US and #81 worldwide!
There are no trophies or laurel wreaths to be gotten here, just the satisfaction of knowing that my work is being accepted and even sought after. That's enough, I think - I've never expected to be able to make a living with my poetry. Probably the only way is to have someone come along who is willing to sponsor my work without compromising my artistic freedom - not likely!
Still, it is a good feeling!
anybody who is interestedcan be forwarded directly to my pages on their site by linking to www.scaredsafe.com
>^.\/.^< Poeticat!
Karl Stuart Kline
It can matter a lot!
Now that you're wondering what it is that I'm talking about, I'm referring to the popularity ratings posted on Poemhunter.com. It includes the top 500 active poets for each country based upon their on site popularity - they archive over 300,000 poems representing over 24,000 poets. Additionally they have a top 500 ranking world wide.
When I first joined this group, I had just broken into the top 100 for the USA and I was included in the top 250 worldwide.
As I'm writing this, I am now rated #16 in the US and #81 worldwide!
There are no trophies or laurel wreaths to be gotten here, just the satisfaction of knowing that my work is being accepted and even sought after. That's enough, I think - I've never expected to be able to make a living with my poetry. Probably the only way is to have someone come along who is willing to sponsor my work without compromising my artistic freedom - not likely!
Still, it is a good feeling!
anybody who is interestedcan be forwarded directly to my pages on their site by linking to www.scaredsafe.com
>^.\/.^< Poeticat!
Karl Stuart Kline
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