From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=158">footballdude</a><BR>
Date: 20 May 2003<P>

everyone,<BR>
  i just wanted to ask what you all thought of my last 3 poems, the teenager one is the one i think i like most. hope you all enjoyed them. im gonna try to add new ones this afternoon. thanx,<BR>
       footballdude
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From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=900">RennieLorca</a><BR>
Date: 20 May 2003<P>

footballdude~ the work by Marissa Roche <a href="/blend/wv.cgi?id=2003.05.19.20.48.15638">Through the Eyes of a Teenager</a> asks questions I've often been asked to answer. My mother-in-law would have been 100 this year. When she got senile, she returned to age sixteen in her mind. She liked that age best of all. When I've thought back on the fun and carefree good times, I've also thought back to my teens. One reason these times are so good is because we don't go them alone. We bond closely with friends and have parents, grandparents and someone as guardians of us in teachers or community leaders wanting to see us do well. When we actually reach full adulthood, we don't get quite the ready desire by these folks to share in our failures as quickly as our triumphs. They may shake their heads at us learning to deal with boyfriends and girlfriends, but will be quicker to tell us how nice or how dumb they see us in later good or bad choices. We get full responsibility and accountability as adults -- bummer, huh? You may think that you'll eat pizza and ice cream every night as an adult, but you'll often be too mentally or physically tired to do it after work and family responsibilities. You'll wish some parent was still around to turn out the light, feed the dog and wash the dishes or mow the lawn so the city doesn't fine ya :). You might even wish that guy you punched out as a kid would come help you now that you are adults. Folks are better working together than lobbing hatred or distrust at each other. In natural disasters, many will even help each other. Enjoy the times as a teen since it is only an adult who rides your case over something rather than the whole world when you're the adult. I enjoyed what you shared. Thanks ..... Rennie <BR>
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From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=1040">empyrean</a><BR>
Date: 20 May 2003<P>

misunderstood - i really like <a href="/blend/wv.cgi?id=2003.05.19.14.12.1947">Need Vs. Want</a><BR>
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Deevaa - <a href="/blend/wv.cgi?id=2003.05.19.20.47.14648">Moving house</a> thank you for this little insight into your new life here.  I have been looking back through your account and just wanted to tell you that you truly are an inspiration to a bumbling, fumbling artist-wannabe like myself!  Thank you for the beauty you give to this world.<BR>
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~empy~
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From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=1176">aparajita</a><BR>
Date: 20 May 2003<P>

footballdude...  i loved the subs you asked about.  the one that really strummed my heart strings was <a href="/blend/wv.cgi?id=2003.05.19.20.17.4604">My Secret in Silence</a>.  i still remember the angst of teen years, seems as if i never felt a part of the whole world, it was just me against them.  rennie was right about growing up and wishing you had an adult to take and keep responsibility for you.  so many times i want a mom to just bear the load for a while, tough when i realize i am the mom now.  since i had your acct pulled up i re-read some things.  you have a lot of passion and the emotions i suspect you hide in public shows in your work.  i was especially pleased with <a href="/blend/wv.cgi?id=2003.04.25.21.02.26674">She has a point!</a>, i am glad to see that a young man has the proper respect for girls and for the act of sex.  it is more meaningful than just enjoying the moment.  there is a huge difference between making love and having sex.  another fav i found was <a href="/blend/wv.cgi?id=2003.05.09.17.37.4888">Might not live to see another day!</a>.  i hope you continue to share, and i hope this poem was evidence that you are growing your faith.  i wish someone would have told me (not that i would have listened most likely) that going to church would have helped me when i was that lost and alone teenager.  take care and try to enjoy your young life... all too soon you will be the responsible adult.
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From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=1233">misunderstood</a><BR>
Date: 20 May 2003<P>

Thank you for your comments...I really don't know how to write, but I need a way to express myself.  The screaming, yelling, and cursing just are not cutting it!
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From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=872">cryingshame58</a><BR>
Date: 20 May 2003<P>

Dylan Kwiatkowski,<BR>
I liked all the descriptions of <a href="/blend/wv.cgi?id=2003.05.20.12.16.31333">My Voice</a>...I think the sound of someone's/anyone's voice is incredible...my daddy suffered from cancer and passed away from this world in 1989...my first dream after his death was a telephone conversation...it was an awesome & unforgettable dream...In the dream I answered the phone "hello" and I heard my daddy's voice  say, "How's daddy's baby?"....thanks for sparking that wonderful memory...<BR>
CS58 (Pam)
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From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=900">RennieLorca</a><BR>
Date: 20 May 2003<P>

CryingShame~ Pam, it is said that the first thing in memory we often lose is often the sound of someone's voice. In communications/speech classes, I often had to look for sources of mentions of speech and speaking. Nothing hit harder on this than the death of my father about that time, and my mother's use of lines that pretty much sum up Tennyson's "In Memoriam" poem. This poem is a great source of love and quotes we are familiar with a bit. He wanted it called a "poem" and not a biography of his love of his sister's beau; a young man who died far too young. Hallam was also Tennyson's great friend, and is memorialized with this poem. The lines I mentioned above are on my father's tombstone: "For this alone on Death I wreck -- The wrath that garners in my heart; -- He put our lives so far apart -- We cannot hear each other speak" .... the sound of each person's voice is so unique that we turn, searching in crowds, when we hear someone speak who reminds us of a loved one; but realize almost instantly that it is not. It is hard for me to express well enough, the joy I often feel at the sound of a special voice for me ..... Rennie
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From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=1203">Dylan Kwiatkowski</a><BR>
Date: 20 May 2003<P>

cryingshame58, Pam, I'm happy that you enjoyed 'My Voice' so much, and I'm sorry to hear about your daddy. Your right one of the most cherished things that a person can leave behind is their voice. Whether it be in a memory or even a recording. My aunt also passed away from cancer in February. We buried her on Valentines day. The next week I called to speak with my uncle and the answering machine picked up. On it was my aunts voice. I called back a few more times that day just to hear it. Also, thank you for the bump. We sometimes take for granted the voice and pay more attention to the words.<BR>
Dylan.
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From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=872">CryingShame58</a><BR>
Date: 20 May 2003<P>

To Dylan and Rennie,<BR>
Thanks for sharing your memories and thoughts about voices.  <BR>
I have been taking reports by phone and fax from men that work out in the field for nearly ten years. Often I never meet these guys in person and know them only by their voice and laughter.  Some work by contract and sometimes there are years when they don't work for the company, but whenever they call I know their voice by heart.  They are usually happily amazed that I can remember their voice.  The sound of their voice communicates more than their words.  I notice if they are having a good day or bad one...happy, sad or tired. If I ever have the opportunity to become a full time massage therapist, I will miss the voices & laughter that have been a part of my daily life here at the oil and gas operating company...enough said by me for now...<BR>
Pam<BR>

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From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=158">footballdude</a><BR>
Date: 20 May 2003<P>

Aparajita & Rennie, thanx for the comments. and thanx for telling your points of veiw. i love both of you all's work.<BR>
thanx again,<BR>
    footballdude
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From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=1139">jwb71913</a><BR>
Date: 20 May 2003<P>

<a href="/blend/wv.cgi?id=2003.05.20.14.38.2055">Why I Stay</a> <BR>
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Keep writing like this, it's much better than cussing, screaming, etc.<BR>
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Jim
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From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=1040">empyrean</a><BR>
Date: 20 May 2003<P>

Dylan- <a href="/blend/wv.cgi?id=2003.05.20.13.40.22881">Afternoon at a Coffee House</a> is beautiful :) Thanks for painting such a vivid picture :)<BR>
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KindredSpirit49 - <a href="/blend/wv.cgi?id=2003.05.20.18.09.11143">Can Anyone Hear The Loneliness</a>  I hear it<BR>
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CryingShame - <a href="/blend/wv.cgi?id=2003.05.20.14.53.19269">PMS</a> I smiled, thanks:)<BR>
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From: <a href="/blend/av.cgi?id=1139">jwb71913</a><BR>
Date: 20 May 2003<P>

B.K.<BR>
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I really wish I had written this<a href="/blend/wv.cgi?id=2003.05.20.18.06.7931">Honeysuckle Wine</a>  .  You know what that means?  Thanks for the bump.<BR>
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Jim
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