Tag: remembrance
member name: Christopher Cole
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September 21, 2007 04:25 PM EDT --
I gazed into her soft green eyes and cried
Such beauty I never knew within could reside
The sweetest fragrance my heart did receive
Throughout my soul her essence did breathe
The warmest emotion my . . .
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February 07, 2008 08:57 AM EST --
I gazed into her soft brown eyes and cried
Such beauty I never knew within could reside
The sweetest fragrance my heart did receive
Throughout my soul her essence did breathe
The warmest . . .
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June 01, 2008 06:29 PM EDT --
I caught your reflection again last night.
Perhaps you have always been there
Buried deep in my thoughts,
Hidden and tucked away
In a room I seldom visit.
Though I often . . .
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November 03, 2008 09:58 AM EST --
I wrote this response to an article written on an association against helping the autistic:
Listen brother, I had autism as a kid. I still suffer the aftermath with rare and isolated bouts of . . .
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January 26, 2008 08:45 PM EST --
Mellow and mild a soft wind hisses,
Beckoning me back to white wine kisses,
Purple ribbons round white fences twisted,
Peppermint moons and marshmallow fishes.
An angel's call prompts me thither, . . .
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September 21, 2007 08:52 PM EDT --
I was barely twenty years old in the summer of 1969, and questioning what direction my life should take. My motorcycle leaned against the curb on Beekman Avenue in Sleepy Hollow NY, when a . . .
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January 30, 2008 07:39 AM EST --
Who Am I...
I am a child who was battered
I am a kid with learning disorders
I am an adolescent who lost his best friend to suicide
I am a young man who loved deeply and lost
I am a seminarian . . .
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January 27, 2008 08:13 AM EST --
Frozen husk of lonely abandonment and mistrust
Relegated to outer reaches of pale gray nothingness
The tiniest flicker of godly remembrance within dimly lit
No longer caught up in the short circuit . . .
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November 13, 2007 10:02 AM EST --
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
The Flaw in the Diamond
( I googled my novel "The Closer's Song" today and came across this article posted by Stephan Thomas Thomas who's . . .
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January 24, 2008 07:21 PM EST --
Not exactly poetry-not exactly prose- perhaps the poetry of fear
Chapter 8
The common denominator in all that I have related thus far is-RAGE. YET before there was rage there . . .
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January 01, 2008 09:35 AM EST --
In the summer of 1986 I was awakened in the middle of the night by a train whistle. I had fallen into a deep depression around this time burdened by a life filled with pain and self inflicted . . .
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December 20, 2007 10:43 AM EST --
Gerald sat in the empty house alone and thought about his grandmother. He noticed that somehow the goat horns had been overlooked and still hung from a nail on the front door. It was only a few hours . . .
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November 22, 2007 07:40 PM EST --
The Closer’s Song and Woodstock
Why does the first Woodstock festival in 1969, almost 40 years ago, continue to symbolize the hopes of the hippie generation? The Closer’s Song , . . .
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September 22, 2008 10:16 AM EDT --
The Philadelphia Eagles and bootball ...
Sunday afternoon my grandson snuggled up next to me on the sofa to watch The Philadelphia Eagles broadcast on our HD TV. It's simply amazing that a twenty-two . . .
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September 20, 2007 09:12 PM EDT --
In May of this year I drove the 157 miles to the town of Woodstock from Philadelphia with my wife. I had made this trip many times in the last forty years. My closest friend . . .
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September 19, 2007 08:55 PM EDT --
Golden ringlets in her hair,
A look so noble, a face so fair.
A redness in her cheek,
A neck so tender and so sleek,
A statue beyond compare.
O to be for just an instant,
The babe she holds so sweet,
Joy . . .
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September 22, 2007 05:47 PM EDT --
Cry First
I never sought this woeful existence
This futile endeavor of vain persistence
Safe and secure in my prior autistic night
Sensory driven through touch, taste and sight
The simple . . .
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