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Heartspeak from Klassy Lassy...not an entry

I've been wondering how to tell you all...my heart is caught in my throat, in wonder and an expanding sense of love. 

I've been reading and can't even begin to express how these poems well within.  They are a treasury and a tribute to what God must have intended when he gave us life. I am having a bit of trouble reading them because my eyes keep welling with tears. I am going to put them all in a hardcopy chap book and wish I could put them in a list on my author page.

There is a storm vanquished, and darts deterred within these renditions of soul. I can't even tell you....

...and Tom, as for you not being able to enter your own contest, your heart is in every one of these poems.  You are my crocus, my royal surprise, and you live midst the tenderest snows of this old heart, melting it regularly.  I'm never without you.

Thank you. 
Karen

Author notes

Oh, how does my garden grow?
It blossoms in HEART!

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  • gaze
    June 11, 2008

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    You are so dear to so many people here.
    Every time we exchange IM's you make me smile, even if you not feeling like jumping and or tap dancing, you still smile, and your positive way to look at life is contagious.
    You are indeed a gift, goodness in form of a human being.
    I think you were a flower in some former life, a beautiful Spring flower


  • MargaretG
    June 10, 2008

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    Dear Karen, you are so generous with your affection and sympathy, I am sure that you know better than most what love is and its hows and whys. You have a well of love and beauty that you call your heart, and we are lucky that you share it widely in our community.
    These blessings are a natural consequence of the blessings you have brought to us.


    • klassy lassy
      June 10, 2008
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      Margaret, I know what love is supposed to be, but living up to it is a selfless thing that challenges me more than I want to admit. A teacher I once knew read a poem about the heart. It had the words, "a heart is a muscle, a muscle, a muscle" and it was a humorous look at the more trite uses we give to it. But one thing I am convince of, is that if love is my heart, then it has to be exercised regularly, too.

      When I center in Soul, there are so many beautiful reflections of love around me. I always find you there with a seemingly boundless energy to bless others. And I want to touch that bloom. *heart*

      Karen

      • MargaretG
        June 11, 2008
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        Ideals are important as a goal and a compass. I fail more often than you do, but privately (most of the time). Blessing with gratitude is a happy attitude.


  • Yemassee gold member
    June 9, 2008

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    Ah, I hope you won't mind if mine is less emotional than silly. It sounds like you'll have a lot of the former and you'd expect me to be myself anyway, especially since my emotional tends to sound, well, insane.

    Folk surprise us sometimes, how they extend a hand or their heart, just when I think I have them pegged, they surprise me.

    Put my entry in a book by itself...with gold filigree of course, and not the cheap imitation stuff...


  • FifthDove
    June 9, 2008

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    Hey gurley when you're loved you're loved You are a treasure and it is apparent that many folks know this as well as I do. I remember the day I found you, I believe I was your greeter and knew straight away you were a freind ((hugs))

    • klassy lassy
      June 10, 2008
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      Dove, You are still my greeter, and if I didn't send you these words before, I should have....

      Doves
      by William B. Lynch

      I want
      the words to flutter
      around you and land softly
      on your shoulders in peace
      I want you to hear them
      tell you of heaven.

      Stand still
      and they will gather.


  • Danny Beatty gold member
    June 9, 2008

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    i will put them in a list on my storywrite page



    each will have a title and author name and I shall title the link : Tributes to klassy lassy

    whaddya think?


    • klassy lassy
      June 9, 2008

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      I think you make me smile To me those poems are all gold! And their owners are priceless.


      • Danny Beatty gold member
        June 9, 2008
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        it will be up in about three days ... that way it is a place for you on my author page


        • klassy lassy
          June 10, 2008
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          awww! Danni.... Your author page is for you! That it has a nook for me is more than I could ever ask.


  • tomisb
    June 9, 2008

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    You know that my heart holds love for all that is gracious and beautiful in this world. You are the gift and I am only one of many to celebrate the gift.
    Love, Tom B.


  • Nicolette gold member
    June 9, 2008

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    This is why i love you, my friend... because everything you do or say comes straight from the heart. You do speak the language of "heartspeak"!!

    • klassy lassy
      June 10, 2008
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      , Africaans woman, you may be bi-lingual, or even more...but this language you speak best. I think it is like the claddagh ring--hands holding one's heart. You can close your eyes, and still know just how immense those hands are....because it's holds all the around you, too


  • Night Hope gold member
    June 9, 2008

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    ♥ ♥ ♥


    • klassy lassy
      June 10, 2008
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      "Copy and Paste, Darlin' " It's just not the same as the original!


  • Cannonsfire
    June 8, 2008

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    Love, C

    • klassy lassy
      June 10, 2008
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      You are sweet peaches--and twice on Sunday...a whole month of them and we'd never get the same spice twice.

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