a simple sorrow waking too.
Needless worry, a loveless brew,
dissolving truth and peace of mind.
I pray - release, relive, rejoice
recall stored joy, each mem'ry bares.
Send sorrow off with humble pray’r,
then venture with what’s left - my choice!
A simple sense of solitude,
sees all that loving can provide.
So come what may, must coincide
when simple love, minds gratitude!
Each breath I breathe cannot be saved
Each love -- God's gift ~ cradle to grave ...
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Author notes
Let there be love and let it begin with me ...
The Quote for the contest was: …“My life is difficult, but it is my life, and I will live it ...and I know you, because I want to know you, because ...I love you..., in plain and simple words...be not afraid of this declaration ...it is the simple truth…“ Unknown
A contest entry
- the simple truth.. by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended August 30, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Humm..your sharing indeed is very descriptive of the truths..I love it...and my thanks for sharing it..well done...
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"recall stored joy, each mem'ry bares"...this line gave me a strong impression that the dreams were of a loved one now gone and the shared love that is now held stored still has the power to "provide...gratitude"...A lovely poem. I hope it does well in the contest. Peace, Rhonda


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deep & philosphical...
I like the dream-like quality of this peace, j... especially the wistful lines:
A simple sense of solitude,
sees all that loving can provide...
excellent write... Peace 'd'(david)


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I rise to Joy, each day peruse
A hope of heart is thus infused
To be close friends like others do
But there's a thing called longitude...lol
I loved it. Best of luck in the contest.
Sincerely,
Leo Long

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I had to look up engram but it was interesting to look-up, glad my laziness gave way to an unusual moment of curiosity.

The dream contrasts with the reality...good thing we have memories to fall back on...good thing that faculty is built to provide peace of mind.
Just because something gives cause to sadness doesn't mean we have to dwell on it's presence...usually we choose whether to be happy and it seems it should be each of our goals, so many seem to enjoy wallowing in misery, they take some form of pleasure in it.
I'm just rambling, I'll mosey on now.
Cowboy Yem


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Some very well-crafted lines in this lovely (and perceptive) poem. I like it very much, but I have to ask, what is "engram?"
Good work,
Bill

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"...then venture with what’s left - my choice!"
So much hope, so much wisdom in that message.
Aesthete


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You have some
beautiful refreshing lines in this poem. This one I like best: "I rise from joy-filled dreams to find
a simple sorrow waking too.", and then there is the line: "Each breath I breathe cannot be saved ...", how true this is - there is just some things we cannot do! I experienced peacefullness when reading this poem. Blessings. Frans









