James Allen  

mysteriesofme 44F
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4/14/2006 5:52 am

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4/15/2006 10:41 pm

James Allen

I went to his words today to find comfort
The one who taught me poetry
Sooo long ago..

I, his protege, Falling into his steps; today
That I picked on him for
Sooo long ago..

I see him scrambling for anything
To write down the words before he forgets
Sooo long ago..

I still hold one, written on a brown paper bag
I can see him still writing it - in the car where we sat
Soo long ago..

I remember him - putting up stars,
They must be perfect for me - on the ceiling
Soo long ago..

Joined by planets of paint, swirls of space
To get me to see beyond that time and place
Soo long ago..

I remember the fight..
When I screamed "IT WASN'T RIGHT!"
Soo long ago..

He sent my first poem into the newspaper
It was published
Soo long ago..

I can remember my brother's wedding
Floor length dress - the music playing
Soo long ago..

Forbidden from attending
Parents didn't approve
That didn't stop him
He walked right through
Led me to the floor
As all fell silent
He insisted on the song
And took me in his arms
Soo long ago..

He sung to me there
I believed every word
The song ended
My father was heard
Soo long ago..

He told him to leave
Had him by the arm
Soo long ago..

He did with me in tow
Along with a few friends
To the seven bridges
He parked the car
Turned on the radio
Nice and LOUD
and said "Where were we.."

It doesn't seem... so long ago

"I've never seen you shine so bright, you were amazing.. you took my breath away"
--"The Lady in Red" by Chris Deburgh

mysteriesofme 44F

4/14/2006 6:09 am

"Memories of Summer Dreams" by James Allen

Faintly awaken
by gentle winds
From the sway
of big oak trees
Flowers blooming brightly
Causing nature to show her splendor
Proving Peace is still
Glowing through each heart
Hoping Summer
Will be here
As winter is still upon us
Each passing moment brings
Us closer to our dreams
of warmth
As winter will be
Done & over
Patiently waiting
For within a short time
My dreams will unfold
Before my eyes
This dream keeps my heart
Full of Peace & Joy
As this frozen world
Gets colder & colder

mysteriesofme replies on 4/14/2006 6:14 am:

Close by the stairway
He pauses to stand
As he takes his class ring
From her hand
All that were watching
Did not speak
As a silent tear
Ran down his cheek
And in his mind
The moments they laughed
in the sun and in the sand
Knowing he will never again
Hold that hand
Then the doors opened
The wind began to blow
As they carried her casket
Into the snow


4/14/2006 2:53 pm

overall, more enigmatic than revelatory

to me at least

I know I've probably heard the literal telling of this story

maybe twice

so this might be a re-ask of a once answered question

about your "wordflow as art" mentor.....

does this crazy diamond still shine on so brightly?

or has he and/or his talent taken leave from the terrestrial?


mysteriesofme replies on 4/15/2006 5:29 am:
I no longer talk to my mentor - to which you refer..

but.. this was about - the man that truly, first loved me.

And.. taught me to write poetry. (I was fifteen)


4/15/2006 12:45 pm

so you have the man who is/was your poetry mentor

in addition to

the guy who first taught you to write poetry

This is very science-like in that

The more I learn the more I clearly realize how little I really know


mysteriesofme replies on 4/15/2006 10:43 pm:
I was talking to someone giving me advice on my writing (I called him a mentor) Jim was a boyfriend who told me how he writes poetry, I followed his directions - but that's all he said on the matter. It wasn't much of a teaching just a... reciprocation of his to me, returned.

Satin_Chatelaine 44F

5/8/2008 7:34 am

arrrgh.. the almost last line should read "Where were we NOW.."

don't mind me.. just frustrated, I can't get in and fix it.. lol

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