I used to fly on the wings of the eagles,
And smile just as wide as the sky.
Every blade of the grass seemed so different,
I'd find heaven in a lemon peach pie.
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My roller skates rolled every season,
I'd run a mile in a blink of an eye.
Birds would sing as I slept in their shadows,
The Earth blessed me whenever I sighed.
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Now there's something that's subtly different,
I seem to wander after every goodbye.
The love and the laughter and beauty,
Are the same, but now I just want to cry.
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I'm going to try until my knuckles are bloody,
I'll be searching until the day that I die,
For that love and that laughter and beauty,
If I could only stop wondering why.
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So all you wonderful lovely young lovers,
And young poets with those words that can fly,
Hold on to the magic you give them,
And find heaven in a lemon peach pie.
Submitted: June 13, 2014
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Its an old poem I only remember a little of. "Though naught can bring back the feeling of splendor of the grass. Nor glory of the flower. Yet we continue, gathering strength from what remains behind." By the way, if you get a chance please check out my 330 Jay Street series. This novel is driving me crazy! 10 chapters in and I'm still not sure how to take it.
Fri, June 13th, 2014 4:11amGreat poem. Each verse a little gem. As always your writing excels.
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This is quite a good poem - I like the flow of it and the simplicity, in my opinion the phrase 'Find heaven in a lemon peach pie' seems almost as if it's child-like innocence and that whenever things seem tough, just think back to those days of innocence
Fri, June 13th, 2014 7:42amI hear it telling me: 'Keep your youth as long as you can'. And I've tried to...
Fri, June 13th, 2014 1:38pmThis is an excellent yet a bit sad poem Bruce; I think we all are miss what we had in our younger days; for the wonder we had in our youth. Now days it seems like the only thing we wonder is, "Was I ever really that young?"
Fri, June 13th, 2014 2:15pmThis should be in school textbooks under the title "how to write a perfect romantic poem with modern words". It does rather resemble Wordsworth's 'Splendour in the Grass' in content, but the voice is undoubtedly Booksie's very own master poet, Brucek.
Oh, this really is perfect. Wonderfully balanced between melancholy, remembrance and encouragement. The innocence of childhood, the fond memories of tastes and smells that somehow never tastes or smells quite the same when you grow older... Wild strawberries are the taste of my childhood, one of the most fond memories I have. The smell of wild strawberries and treading them on a straw before eating them one at a time... See what you just did! Made me all nostalgic and mushy.
The line "Find heaven in a lemon peach pie" also reminded me of William Blake's famous line "Heaven in a wild flower", although, I have to say, yours sounds a lot more delicious! You know, my mum tends to call a really good cup of tea or coffee "bliss in a cup" or "joy in a cup", so I really am inclined to finding heaven in a piece of cake... Hmm, maybe I should just go and try that out. Lemon peach pie. Sounds scrumptious!
A splendid piece of poetry, my friend, as always! It's easy to read, produces some very vivid and pleasing - if at times melancholy - images and it tells an important story of appreciating the little things in life and remember them fondly, for one day, they will be your treasures. Thank for this.
Now I'm going to look for a recipe for lemon peach pie and see if I can't get a glimpse of heaven. ;)
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i don't know if lemon peach pie even exists. it just sounded really good, both on the page and in my imagination. it should be a good taste combination; sweet and tangy together. springsun, i'd like you to be the first in the whole world to bake one, and then tell me how it turns out. if you rave about it, you'll just have to send me the recipe. damn, now i'm hungry! thanks once again for reading my work.
Fri, June 13th, 2014 9:09amI loved your poem. While I was reading it, I could relate to it with some friends of mine who let go of their dreams when they shouldn't have. I made a connection to this poem. :)
Fri, June 13th, 2014 3:00pmAmen... It is such a wonderful place those moments of true love... yes, then it's time to cry... such is the life cycle... sigh... Thanks Bruce, nice work. Trusting you are well :-) $
Fri, June 13th, 2014 5:50pmloved it, the ending was the 'kicker'.
Fri, June 13th, 2014 9:52pmBruce, you have such a range of talent! I liked this very much. A bitter sweet moment in time when one reflects of how they view the world over time.
It's both romantic and pensive in it's content and I enjoy the fact that we try so hard to hold on to the youthful way we saw things once. Excellent writing my friend!! Kudo's to you. :)
Very touching...days run so fast...years roll by and it seems like it was yesterday and all gone so fast..nostalgic for me good one..
Sat, June 14th, 2014 7:08pmNice job, Bruce. If anyone could make me enjoy poetry, it's you.
Sun, June 15th, 2014 4:30amlovely sentiments Bruce .. we can all learn a lesson from this as well as enjoy reading it
Sun, June 15th, 2014 10:02amI agree with all the above and I would add I love the ballad form when it is executed correctly as indeed this piece is and of course the content is something I definitely empathize with. Lovely piece Bruce.
Sun, June 15th, 2014 1:17pmlove this, sooooooooo cute wondrous very pleasant!!It is such a sweet,happy one Special theme, love laughter and beauty!! BIG HIT with me
Sun, June 15th, 2014 11:15pm“Birds would sing as I slept in their shadows. The Earth blessed me whenever I sighed.” Beautiful lines. Kindled happy memories. True, life, nay the whole universe, seems different when one is young. Thanks, Bruce, for sending me on a happy nostalgic trip. I like it.
If you have time, please read my “Symphony of Violence”, which I posted a few days ago. Thanks.
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thank you. what if, throughout our whole lives, we continued to experience new things for the first time? would we continue to experience that sense of wonder? who knows. the sad fact is, we all seem to end up in adult routines, and much of that feeling goes away. thanks for reading. i'll come over and take a look at your piece.
Mon, June 16th, 2014 9:32amLovely, truly lovely descriptions!
Mon, June 16th, 2014 9:28amI really love this ^_^ amazing choice of words :)
Thu, June 19th, 2014 6:19pmGreat poem Bruce, its simplcity is that of the times you describe, I'd like to think that I'm enjoying my lemon peach pie right now, but I would only know after a while, this was a great read, thanks for suggesting it.
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Kinda reminds me of "Splendor of the grass."
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what is that? i'll read it if you can give me more info. does that mean you like it?
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