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  Love Affair with Books

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  truest love, ever near, from my spring till winter.. your warm, supple skin is sheer delight to my touch.. gliding fingers up and down your spine tell me .

  that, truly, heaven’s gates have opened to me.. treasures long hid from me cause my heart to.

  melt as your trove of precious thoughts works .

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  Thank you, LUHE, for that beauty by CJ. Interesting that I should care for two Japanese Maples for a client.

  What he wrote perfectly summarizes my feelings, both physically and emotionally, as I wane. Little do I wax any more. I sense the drain and happily told a friend this morning I actually have the weekend off, for once.

  Yet, no longer anticipating a New World of perfect health for eternity, I am content to while away my days in manageable income-producing activity with free time to spare.

  Thank you for mentioning encouraging others to write. My students in creative writing class just love expressing themselves and it's all I can do to keep up as I correct their papers and urge them to write more and more and . . .
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  Love Affair with Books

  by compound complex in

  1. jw
  2. friends

  truest love, ever near, from my spring till winter.. your warm, supple skin is sheer delight to my touch.. gliding fingers up and down your spine tell me .

  that, truly, heaven’s gates have opened to me.. treasures long hid from me cause my heart to.

  melt as your trove of precious thoughts works .

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  LUHE:

  Thanks for explaining the why and wherefore of your poem.

  Much of what we write comes from a not-so-good place. If I hadn't suffered through divorce and my questionings about who I am, there would be a huge blank spot on CC's account. My poetry of that particular epoch sprang from anguish:

  "You gutted my heart and let me die of love's sweet poison."

  I'm quite all right now emotionally and find -- sadly? -- I have spilled that grief in full and have nothing more to say . . .

  Your apt use of metaphor takes you from the realms of commonplace prose into the stratosphere of sublime poetic expression. Like your use of seasons, I referred to my spring till winter to illustrate my lifetime love of books.

  BTW, are you familiar with "prose poetry" and how you might expand into an even broader field of self-expression?

  Best.
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  The Musician and the Fan

  by compound complex in

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  the fan's request: .

  why, my love, have you played upon my heart as you .

  would four strings set at intervals apart?.

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  The Fan's Request:

  
  

  Why, my love, have you played upon my heart as you

  would four strings set at intervals apart?

  
  

  Such are the distances that separate me from you:

  my heart, my soul, my mind, my resolve . . .

  
  

  Never could these four blend into a consonance that

  might afford my life some rest and tranquility.

  
  

  You cannot simply make innocent music as do the

  musicians of mediocrity: you have created fire,

  
  

  You have conjured spirits without number; your

  body has become a writhing machine possessed.

  
  

  You bring down the house along with my once

  placated expectations that nothing could

  
  

  Ever sweep me away, forcing a burning desire

  that I be the instrument upon which you play.

  
  

  The Musician's Reply:

  
  

  Do you, My Love, hear the music that plays unique for you?

  I sense an effete populace that hangs upon the sonorous

  
  

  Wailings of the violon that at one with me has become, but

  You -- you like a queen enthroned in the balcony above --

  
  

  Will you descend upon the wings of Cupid himself to take

  Your place at my side as together we enwrap ourselves in

  
  

  The sweetest and most passionate musical embrace that

  E'er has graced the stage and within the Proscenium falls?

  
  
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  Love Affair with Books

  by compound complex in

  1. jw
  2. friends

  truest love, ever near, from my spring till winter.. your warm, supple skin is sheer delight to my touch.. gliding fingers up and down your spine tell me .

  that, truly, heaven’s gates have opened to me.. treasures long hid from me cause my heart to.

  melt as your trove of precious thoughts works .

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  Dear LoveUniHateExams:

  Brilliant in its brevity and imagery! There is no dead wood (which I continually hack from my forest of excess verbiage). When I originally wrote my poetry, it was here, on JWD, and over a span of nearly a dozen years. I had thirty minutes to edit. So, go figure!

  Please DO write more and inspire us, whether here or your own thread. If you write it out first on, say, Notepad (Yahoo) or your e-mail account (and send it to yourself), you can perfect it before posting here.

  Gratefully, . . .
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  Love Affair with Books

  by compound complex in

  1. jw
  2. friends

  truest love, ever near, from my spring till winter.. your warm, supple skin is sheer delight to my touch.. gliding fingers up and down your spine tell me .

  that, truly, heaven’s gates have opened to me.. treasures long hid from me cause my heart to.

  melt as your trove of precious thoughts works .

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  I hate reading.

  No, it's not that I hate reading itself because I love stories. Stories that take me somewhere outside of my miserable life. Life in Montrose is as boring as it gets and since Mom hardly ever lets me out of her sight since "it" happened. Granny lives with us and she's blind but loves the Good Book so guess who has the lovely job of reading Scripture to her EVERYDAY? That would be yours truly. Well, she's sweet to me though she's not too keen on Mom as Adela -- Granny -- is my loser father's mother. He walked out on us six months ago and Granny blames Mom, but I don't feel that's entirely fair.
  

  Anyway, I read to her after the breakfast dishes are cleared up and put in the sink. We're in the Psalms now and Granny says she loves my voice and how I put feeling into the laments of David, who was probably a bigger sinner than me but God spared him. I try to focus on the Lord's words for Granny's sake because she has nothing but Mom and me and she calms down when I take her by the hand through the Valley of the Shadow of Death but we come out on the other side.
  

  She loves me so much, so she says. I can't let her down because she talked me into staying alive after my bad sin. I can't help it. I see them out there while I'm reading words of peace and love and they want me to follow them to do bad things. I couldn't help it one day and put the Bible down and said to my granny that I had to go check on something outside.
  

  I followed them . . . we went into the woods. . . .
  
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  Love Affair with Books

  by compound complex in

  1. jw
  2. friends

  truest love, ever near, from my spring till winter.. your warm, supple skin is sheer delight to my touch.. gliding fingers up and down your spine tell me .

  that, truly, heaven’s gates have opened to me.. treasures long hid from me cause my heart to.

  melt as your trove of precious thoughts works .

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  That's all right, Nancy! What matters is that you are inspired to write.

  Best Wishes!
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  Love Affair with Books

  by compound complex in

  1. jw
  2. friends

  truest love, ever near, from my spring till winter.. your warm, supple skin is sheer delight to my touch.. gliding fingers up and down your spine tell me .

  that, truly, heaven’s gates have opened to me.. treasures long hid from me cause my heart to.

  melt as your trove of precious thoughts works .

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  Truest love, ever near, from my spring till winter.

  Your warm, supple skin is sheer delight to my touch.
  

  Gliding fingers up and down your spine tell me

  That, truly, Heaven’s gates have opened to me.

  Treasures long hid from me cause my heart to

  Melt as your trove of precious thoughts works

  The wheels of my mind, inspiring and feeding it.

  Your message is not a useless tale but an ardent declaration

  Meant for people of the world to read, to ponder, to act upon.

  Men and women seek what lies between your covers, though,

  At first glance, they may not recognize your inherent worth.

  Not until you, O cherished Book of books, reveal what you
  

  Offer to mankind's newly opened eyes and waiting hearts.

  You are my delight, the essence of my being, my will to live.
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  What is Nature's most perfect food?

  by compound complex in

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  greetings, gourmands of the forum!.

  i agree with garfield, but mayo comes in a close second.

  slathering my pasta with an inch of best foods real mayonnaise (hellman's, east of the rockies) is close to heaven for me.

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  When I was in Australia, 20 years ago, I had fish and chips daily.

  The fish was in different forms -- loved the poached. Could not get enough of it! The smell wafting through the salty air had me doing handstands and somersaults . . .

  Well, sort of.
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  What is Nature's most perfect food?

  by compound complex in

  1. social
  2. entertainment

  greetings, gourmands of the forum!.

  i agree with garfield, but mayo comes in a close second.

  slathering my pasta with an inch of best foods real mayonnaise (hellman's, east of the rockies) is close to heaven for me.

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  Thanks for sharing, fellow enjoyers of all things delectable to the palate.

  I had no realization there were delicious aliments outside the realm of pasta, a staple for us from Middle Earth!

  
  
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  How do the foreign language Congregations find people to call on?

  by UnshackleTheChains in

  1. watchtower
  2. beliefs

  ok. i had a fascinating conversation with one of my polish colleagues at work.

  she knows i'm a jdub and an activist as have filled her in warts and all about watchtower.. she came up to me today explaining how a couple of polish witnesses came to her door.

  she was curious as to how they knew to call on her door knowing she was polish.

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  In New York City (Manhattan) and Brooklyn, we Bethelites in the French Congo took the subway and chatted up the French-speaking Haitians. The French themselves showed little interest.

  The former were enthusiastic and readily had us over to their apartments. They would invite friends and family over and we had hours-long Bible discussions, and, often, food! It started with about a dozen and ended up numerous congregations and circuits. We even went upstate NY and started new groups, called nuclei.

  The Haitians were loving and friendly. We lonely Bethel brothers found our niche.