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Poems of Love
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  ROCKIES, ROPERS AND DREAMS When a woman falls for a cowboy, she can't wear her heart on her sleeve, she must give him the time to make up his mind, she's the one he can always believe. She can't have designs or convictions, to change what he has to be, 'cause ya can't force the course of no river, when it changes so naturally. When a cowboy sits by the camp fire, it ain't always because he is cold, he may watch the smoke rise to them dark dreary skies, but those embers will light up his soul. His eyes will grow distant and starry, far beyond that flickering flame, as each spark from that fire carries him higher, to a feeling he just can't explain. And if she's part of that feelin', then she's done the best that she can, with the Rockies and Ropers she's chosen, to win the heart of her man. 'Cause ya can't change the course of no river, and ya can't put no brand on the wind, and ya can't win the heart of no cowboy, with kisses, perfume and grins. Ya can't toss no rope on a season, and make it stay a long while, 'cause the seasons will change out there on the range, by the camp fire it just takes awhile. Copyright © Lordthatsmetoday@aol.com February 2000 THE SHELL OF A WOMAN All that he left me is what a woman can keep I tremble in the darkness, I cry in my sleep My soul's got a secret that makes my heart weep I'm the shell of a woman My love it was honest, my heart it was true he tore them apart, he broke them in two add all them years he left me so blue and I'm the shell of a woman The shell of a woman, lost all alone he walks through my memories, in my heart with my soul I made him my life, tried the best that I can now all that's left is the shell of a woman my body it gave, him the best of its years all that he gave me were heartache and tears he left me so empty but I'd done all i can now I'm just the shell of a woman I gave him my heart, my soul and my trust when he had it all, he ground them to dust so in trembling hope I pray for a plan cause I'm just the shell of a woman My love it did bloom, my love it did bear a boy and girl we now have to share and them kids are too young to even understand and I'm the shell of a woman My loves like an angel that fell from the sky it can never return so slowly it must die now I look to the heavens to get through this pain 'cause my love is like an angel - dyin' in vain Copyright © LordThatsMeToday@aol.com THE ANGELS OF MY NATURE by the angels of my nature and my souls raging fire my mind thinks of nothing but the words you inspire they sweep through my existence, my very being has no say I can't go back before you lest my soul be cast away 'cause there's nothing before you that slate's been wiped clean now time's just a meter for what forever can mean 'cause all the horns in heaven would have to learn the blues for God to take me - to before I met you now our friendship's been troubled but our friendship's been true and those angels can't help us 'cause they can't play the blues so tell me one time what's in your heart please tell me sweet darling let's make a new start Copyright © LordThatsMeToday@aol.com October 29, 1999 ... AND THEN IT RAINS The feel of heartaches like sudden hard rain with thunder clouds risen from a soul filled with pain. It reaches the rivers and canyons of the mind - overflowing them with sorrow 'til existence is blind - ... and then it rains. The feel of a heartache's like a long winter storm - blocking the feelings of a love once so warm - freezing tomarrows and yesterdays - like the icicles of winter that only time melts away - ... and then it rains. The sound of a heartaches like a storm on the shore - pounding sand castles with a thunderous roar - each one's a memory or a beautiful dream - but when the storm's over the beach it is clean- ... and then it rains. The rains from the heart, the rains from the soul - the rains from the love that went warm to cold - the rains from the eye - for that love didn't grow - the eyes get the tears - but the heart the rainbow. Copyright © LordThatsMeToday@aol.com LAY ME DOWN IN SADNESS lay me down in sadness Lord upon the shores of time and let the waves wipe away my soul... and the memories of what I've left behind.. and the love I had for a girl not long ago let it lay beside me from that far and distant shore the happiness and joy that I once knew.. give me just that minute Lord and let me die in peace without the pain the sadness and the blues Lord that's me today Copyright © LordThatsMeToday@aol.com SAGE BRUSH COWBOY along time ago in west Texas late night out on the plains a cowboy tied string on the sagebrush and let it roll out cross the plains it wasn't because he was crazy or didn't have nothing to do the light of the fire kindled desire for a woman that cowboy knew he didn't have no phone to call her nor mail could he send or receive so there wasn't no point in writing a letter she'd never receive but still his poor heart demanded that somehow he ease its pain so the string was really his feelings' that he let roll out cross the plains his mind knew she'd never see it but his poor heart it didn't care cause his soul had to sit by that campfire with emotions fillin' the air sometimes another would eye it but they'd always leave it alone cause they all knew that they'd done it too just the otherside of lonesome for home along time ago in west Texas while sittin' by the campfires light a cowboy made up some sad songs while that tumbleweed rolled through the night now I'm a long ways from Texas and ain't got no phone by my side so there's a string on this tree for you from me to let you know darling I tried Copyright © LordThatsMeToday@aol.com  PORTRAIT OF A TAVERN Well I walked into the darkness of a tavern all alone searching for some laughter for the night but inside I found that the people's happy sounds were drowning dreams in beer with faded lights on its walls were hung the tapestry of individual tragedy then covered with a portrait of romance as they hold each other tight in the darkness of the light but think of someone else as they both dance Through the beverage bottled mirrors and the broken bar lights beams in a crowded smoke filled room where the music sets the scene the wounded soul gets hypnotized and its ego tends to sympathize so we live deceptive lives of intoxic tragic dreams for there's a sadness in the whisper of the nights we spend alone that echoes through the caverns of the taverns where we go as the memories leave traces of life's painful road in places in the shallows of the river of the soul But when the dawn has spoken and its silence goes unbroken out upon the highway heading home sadness fills the thoughts of how much we loved what's lost and we realize we're more than just alone Copyright © LordThatsMeToday@aol.com A SOLDIERS LAST LETTER (Soul Of A Tree) A soldier was buried today on the hill and afterward one woman read the words he had written in his last letter to his sweetheart and here's how it read Darling only a short time remains and you're oh so far away I'd like to describe one last time how I love you but I can't find the right words to say I lay here and stare at a tall tree outside somehow it reminds me of a man but the words to describe how that tree makes me feel come easy..to this young dying man From small little seeds grow towering trees that reach out for the sun in the sky From small little boys grow strong healthy men to go off to war and to die Then the souls of these men rise up to the heavens only to earth to return in another small boy with a memory forgotten of the lessons he's already learned But that same tree still stands and it lives a long time 'cause it bends with the powers of earth while men live in violence only to die and in small boys their souls find rebirth While that tree still stands tall and it lives a long time 'cause it bends through its life with the winds yet a man's like a tree too stiff to bend so it breaks from the weight of his sins A soldier was buried today on the hill and afterwards one woman read some beautiful words that man had once written but now he's forgotten ... and dead Copyright © LordThatsMeToday@aol.com A TIME FOR US  The yard it is quiet and the house it is calm I still drink my coffee on the back porch 'fore dawn Where my memories have grown-as big as that tree that all of us planted when she was just three and the grass in that corner has finally filled in where the sand box then dog house both had once been That fence now is gone with all of its charm it held little feet in--and kept out all harm Their absence of presence bring strangeness and grace now that the kids are all grown, it ain't the same place So now I spend time just before dawn remembering but planning 'cause they're all married and gone So in sessions of silent sweet thought I dispose cooked all of those meals-washed all of them clothes Her room would make a nice study and my husband said that would do fine He even suggested a computer So we all could keep touch on line The washroom could now be much smaller I'd prefer it be even upstairs then that basement could soon become his rec-room He's retired - that would only be fair The kids may be gone and those memories live on but now it our time to love - not dispare Copyright © Lordthatsmetoday@aol.com March, 2000 Copyrighted poetry may not be copied, reproduced or used in any way without the express written permission of the author. Thank you for visiting my website. Please visit often since new poetry such as those above, written by talented authors, is being added often - I bribe them. LOL Please vote for my pages by clicking on the little tab on the upper left hand side of any page of my site. I'd appreciate it if you'd sign my Guest Book so that I'll know you've been here. If you prefer, you may send me Email at KisSoSoft@aol.com with your comments, praise, suggestions or even constructive criticism. You may also write directly to any of the authors for whom an Email address has been provided. If you write poetry, have a friend who does or if you know a child who writes (there is a no rejection policy for children's poetry) please send it to me by Email and if I like it, I'll publish it on these pages. No attached files please. It would be helpful if you'd include PYN in the Subject Line of your Email. Thank you. 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