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Lonely birds fly away home
To distant lands and far away nests
Never do they look back
For the places that they leave

Open their wings to roam
Flying a hard wind that tests
Trying to blow them back
To those places that they leave

So hard for us to let go
As they continue to grow
Letting them learn by their mistakes
No matter how your heart breaks

Take care of them for me
For I must set them free
Never let them see this tear
I will always be here
Copyright © Chris Smith 2012
 Aug 2015 Joe Adomavicia
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Adrift
 Aug 2015 Joe Adomavicia
ryn
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Adrift...                    
Time has no hold over these
currents that carry me.
Coursing over this seemingly
endless journey.
Caressed and nudged
by an invisible hand...
Perhaps my grave awaits below...
Where light is swallowed
and is too afraid to show.
The desolate demeanor
of the submerged tombless land.

Adrift...                    
Blind to what lays in store...
Oblivious to...
The faint whispers of a distant shore.
The mythical horizon is but a dream,
worthy only to the steadfast
and the resilient.
Not to those who'd fray at the seams.

Adrift...                    
Ripples amass and finally cresting.
Wake up... Waves are breaking.
The sand beckons bearing open arms
to home and sanctuary.
I glance back to
the calm of the watery plain.
My feet aren't ready to be received by
the grit and grain.
I'd like to linger here...
In the water, with the shore so near.
For I've longed and travelled far...
but
I'm still not yet ready...
.
Him
My life.....
Sigh !
'What about it ?'
He asked.

I hesitantly opened my mouth.
Couldn't say a word,
So shut it again.
'What about it?'

I finally said, 'I don't know.'
He narrowed his gaze on me.
'I want to know !', he ordered.
All I saw was his eyes.

So grey.
So, so,
Full of concern,
And love for me.

I  began.
'My life is complete because of you.'
He smiled at me.
I blushed  and quickly looked away.

He took my hand in his.
And said,
'You are my life, my everything.'
Those we're the only words I longed to hear.

Then the day after that,
It all shattered.
He left me heart broken,
And guilty.

How I regret my doings,
I wish I had a time machine,
So I could go back and undo things,
To start a new life !
"Pettiness, and jealousy, go together.

But, there is not a place for it here on HP. We write what we wish, what we feel, how we feel; about our lives, loves, adventures; our spirituality; we write because it's a beautiful hobby for many of us, and not to begin a competition as to who can do better.
There are so many on this site whose talent I so admire since I joined the site 2 years ago. Because of this nonsense, we recently lost a great writer and friend, whom I will miss terribly. Those that participate in the pettiness, jealousy, hatred, and discontent, are in a minority. Hopefully, the other contributors, writers, poets, essayists, old and new alike, also realize this. Let us not give up our seats on this "Poet's Train!"

copyright: richard riddle-August 18, 2015
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