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Somewhere there's a line drawn in the sand that says.. You can't give the ones you love a hug. I wonder what the purpose of this line is? I know this world would be a lot better place without it. So many times after losing a friend. I wish that…
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The imagination is a powerful tool God gave us. With his mind a man can span the galaxies in just a moment of time. Using the power of the imagination .....there's nothing a man can't do. With it a man can go back to the beginning of time if he so w…
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In one of the groups I'm in a lady named Mary Rose passed away. She had responded to me by email about a couple of my poems. But she never told me she was sick. I wish I had known. Anyway I wanted to send you the emails that the group owner posted i…
November 6
Flipping good work mate.Though to me it ain`t a poem,it`s more spiritual like stories.But i can sympathes with you/the character in it.As i used to walk pass this stream, and just ignore it, and then one day i thought s*d it and for some reason i ju…
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Mary Rose

In one of the groups I'm in a lady named Mary Rose passed away. She had responded to me by email about a couple of my poems. But she never told me she was sick. I wish I had known. Anyway I wanted to send you the emails that the group owner posted in the group I was in with her. . Please read it all it will bless your heart. This also has her last post on here.

This note was sent to me this morning concerning Mary Rose.
Mary Rose was such a blessing to us all.
I sent a note back to her father t… Continue

Posted on May 28, 2009 at 11:16am —

Durl

Little Girl Alone

I wondered upon a little girl crying one day Her tears were like raindrops streaming down her face.
I wanted to say something to her. But the look on her face told me different.
It was more than just pain on her face...... there was hurt there too.
I wanted to put my arms around her and just hold her.
I wanted to take her pain and hurt into my own heart. For it hurt me so to see her crying like this. And I wondered...can I even begin to bare her pain?
Whatever was wrong I knew it was just too mu… Continue

Posted on April 26, 2009 at 11:08am —

Durl

Time and Space

The imagination is a powerful tool God gave us. With his mind a man can span the galaxies in just a moment of time. Using the power of the imagination .....there's nothing a man can't do.
With it a man can go back to the beginning of time if he so wishes...or even see the future.
What I'm seeing now is the past.....that's where my imagination is leading me. Back to the
beginning of time as we (man) knows it began.
If I said I was scared...that would be an understatement. But this is something th… Continue

Posted on March 30, 2009 at 2:09pm — 1 Comment

Durl

Savannah

I took a walk through my neighborhood one day.
As I was walking I saw this little
girl standing by a tree.
I guess she was 8 or 9 years old.
Just by looking at her I'd guess she was full of spit and vinegar.
She seemed to be so full of life.
She saw me looking at her and said hi.
I said hi back.
I told her my name...
but that my friends call me DJ.
She told me her name was Savannah.
I asked her if I could call her Savannah for short.
She kinda giggled and said sure.
She looked at me and smiled.… Continue

Posted on March 24, 2009 at 3:08pm —

Durl

Letter From Heaven

This is one I had had the title for for weeks. But nothing ever came though for me to write. Then one Sunday morning I got up and got on my wife's PC. I typed the title down in word pad. Suddenly things started coming to me. And as I was typing, tears started welling up in my eyes. My wife saw it and had to come over and see what I was typing. She knew this one would be special to me. After I finished it I emailed a copy to my daughter. She called me and told me it made her cry. I didn't know ho… Continue

Posted on March 16, 2009 at 5:30pm — 2 Comments

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yes I know you are my friend. just wonder how it was comming along. now I did not know she was some one from the enchanted forest. Now I have to go, in the process of deleeting my mail so I can get off the net. I still have way too much mail to suit me. I get rid of sited and it seems I get more. thats life in my world. Luv n hgus ginny
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durl, how is your book comming along. Now I am sure I gave you my address so you could also send me a e mail and let me know how ev ery thing is commiong alonng.
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" A TRUCKERS LAST DISPATCH "

I write this poem,
For truckers alone.
As they hear there loved ones,
On the other end of the phone.

They carry there goods,
To a preset goal.
Don't care what they carry,
Only know they must roll.

White line fever,
I hear it's been called.
When some poor, tired driver,
To sleep has been lulled.

Pushing to fast and hard,
Whachting and following the line
Hoping that when he gets home,
That all will be fine.

But now it has him,
In it's horrible grip.
Could this be the end,
Or even his last trip.

His wheels hit the gravel,
He jerks awake.
Tries to regain control.
His foot on the brakes.

Then he thinks to himself,
About his family waiting at home.
And wonders what drove him,
To endless roam.

He looks to the heaveans,
Please don't let me die.
A truckers last dispatch,
To his dispatcher in the sky.

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Edmond Lonewolf
Copyright © Lonewolf Inc2009 All rights reserved.
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