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October 4th, 2007, 09:12 PM
This is a poem I wrote when I was courting my wife. I lived in England and she lived in America.

Someone by the fireside waiting,
Warm glow flickering on peaceful face.
Waiting for the time of ripening
The time to come, the time and place.
Where dreams become an evenings pleasure
Shared with one who's soon to come
And watching the firelight gasp together
They speak and act and think like one.

Someone by the fireside dreaming
Of love that waits the other side.
Inspired and hopeful with embers gleaming
Reflecting the passion deep inside.
And so the cracks and crackles linger
burnt forever in his thoughts.
Looking out to east and yonder
And the love the fair winds brought.

Someone by the fireside hoping
Excited by another day,
And working towards the final moment
When love suceeds and finds a way.
To open hearts and minds completely
Revealing glory and inner trust
A love that's true and always caring,
Never harsh and always just.

Someone by the fireside waiting,
In his eyes a gentle tear.
Wrought within by sorrowed silence
Knowing you are never near.
His arms embracing open spaces
His heart clasping at silent words
Which pierce the aching deep inside him
Like so many thousand swords.

Someone by the fireside loving
Loving always, forever here.
Keeping in mind his treasured moments
Of the woman he loves so dear.
The images warm and so inviting
In his heart to always bide.
Maybe, perhaps one day to know her
And be in the firelight by her side.


October 4th, 2007, 10:53 PM
Awww, S.J. this is beautiful! :biggrin:

October 4th, 2007, 11:05 PM
:yes: what a fantastic poem :)

October 4th, 2007, 11:08 PM
Thank you Dani :notworthy:

I've been writing poetry since I was seven years old, I guess I've improved since then LOL I still remember the first few snatches of my first poem

*Stands nervously at front of class to recite*

There once was a mouse
Who lived in a house
Along Gurney Way

And that little mouse
Loved that house
and wanted to stay

But the poor little mouse
Had to leave that house
and go a long way

LOL That's all I remember but it went on for seven verses and told the story of a poor little mouse who had to move house but ended up happy in the end. :)

Believe it or not my mother sent it to the local paper and they printed it :)


October 4th, 2007, 11:14 PM
Awwww, that is so cute! You were destined to be a poet, but didn't know it. :biggrin: Yeah, that was corny, but it rhymed! :roflmao:

October 4th, 2007, 11:15 PM
My 2nd/3rd grade teacher almost did cartwheels when she read it, she was mega impressed. :lol: I never understood why.


October 4th, 2007, 11:17 PM
Because she knew that at least someone was going on to bigger, brighter and a better course in their life :lol:

October 4th, 2007, 11:21 PM
Yep, I agree with that Bec!

The teacher probably had read some stuff that really reaked before she got to yours. You were a natural poet even then.

October 4th, 2007, 11:35 PM
Gee, :blush: thanks guys.

Odd thing is it never occurred to me other people couldn't write poetry until my teens. When I hit high school all the girls wanted me to write them a poem.

LOL I must have hundreds of unrecorded poems out there somewhere.


October 4th, 2007, 11:39 PM
Wow...I wonder if they read them and think of you now. :biggrin:

October 4th, 2007, 11:41 PM
Makes you wonder.

They're sitting there harboring fantasies about the poet none of them wanted to date.

Oooh the poetic justice :)


October 4th, 2007, 11:51 PM
Wouldn't that be funny! Definately poetic justice. :biggrin:

October 4th, 2007, 11:59 PM
Makes you wonder.

They're sitting there harboring fantasies about the poet none of them wanted to date.

Oooh the poetic justice :)


They obviously had blinkers on SJ...poetic justice alright. Those women just didn't have a clue how much fun they were missing out on :lol:

Taryn Raye
October 5th, 2007, 08:05 AM
Awww...what a beautiful poem you wrote!!! And the cute little mouse too. I write a lot of poetry myself...or I used to. I think I have somewhere close to 200 that I started writing in my teens and through my twenties.

(shakes head in shame...I have one published in an anthology my ex and his mother paid for years ago...put out through Sparrowgrass I believe...ugh...dumb dumb dumb!)

October 5th, 2007, 08:44 AM
I had four notebooks of poetry that for some reason I threw away in a fit of pique when in my 20's

We all do stupid things sometimes


October 5th, 2007, 06:32 PM
OMG, S.J., that's awful, but as you say, we do stupid things sometimes.

October 16th, 2007, 12:07 AM
I'm trying to make sure I don't lose any more though :) i hve about 300 electronic copies of most of my stuff. :LOL:


October 16th, 2007, 12:09 AM
I got mom's poetry, so as soon as I get it typed up I'll post them here. :whoohoo:

October 20th, 2007, 03:13 AM
Looking forward to reading it