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Poetry of David Pawson's Friends
On this page it is my privilege to present the works of some of the many friends I have met here on the internet. You may offer comments to them by clicking on their names.
You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing.
-- Charlotte A. Cavatica
Of all the titles and honors ever bestowed upon a person, the single greatest is simply "friend."
-- David Pawson
My Piano
I miss my piano.
It's been away from me,
and I from it,
for over 4 years now.
No one else understands how it is a part of me.
It is my friend who lets me bang on it when I'm mad,
and fly on it when I feel happy and free,
and caress it when I feel sensual.
It is an extension of my fingers,
and the music comes from my very soul.
It sits in storage waiting for me,
and like me misses being touched,
cared for,
and loved.
¤ Barb Smith ¤
Beam
Forbidden ache
A stolen glance
Boyish curls
My mind a dance
Rapid heartbeat
Sweaty palms
A schoolgirl crush
Shattered calm
Sparkling eyes
Impish grin
This treasured torture
Will do me in
The brother, neighbor,
Leader, friend
I loathe and long
To see again
Speculation
Pervades my soul
Distracting me
From Celestial goals
And yet a fear
Down deep within
That I will lose
This precious gem
And in the darkness
All alone
I'll wonder on
Those eyes that shone.
¤ Tiffany Hequet ¤
Why Can't I Forget You?
Why can't I forget you?
Sitting in a crowd of people,
I'm forced to hide my tears of loneliness.
No matter what I do,
You are part of my thoughts
And you are always in my dreams.
I long to make things right between us once again,
Yet I know this goodbye may be forever.
Part of my heart will always be yours,
For I care more than you could guess.
¤ Teresa Haffelt ¤
Mortality Realized
I sit alone as the day fades away,
awaiting the time when stars are at play
Will I still be here? Will I finally see?
Looking upon what it feels to be free?
Slowly the sun sinks beneath darkened hills,
day and night locked in a battle of wills.
Night time wins out as the daylight concedes,
the last of the sun's light finally recedes.
Slowly at first, then increasing with time,
stars flicker and chase the moon through it's climb.
Making their way through a now jet black sky,
they twinkle and shine as I start to cry.
They're speaking no words yet my tears still flow,
a pain fills my heart that they'll never know.
They'll live on forever, come morning they'll hide.
Mortality realized, I now go inside.
¤ Kristen Greenia ¤
