A Patient Time
A Patient Time
A time for waiting,a hibernation
Before we follow through on dreams
Careful planning,with determination
Putting away halfed baked schemes
No day or night is ever wasted
Patience builds slowly day by day
The fruit of forbearance is soon tasted
Sweet as honey where we lay
Suddenly we are engaged in life
Our souls’desire reaches out
And wraps its lasso around the moment
Discarding all our useless doubts
To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Spring Laying In Wait | 0 | 04/05/2010 |
| A Patient Time | 0 | 04/05/2010 |
| What The Spring Knows | 0 | 04/05/2010 |
| Almost A Father | 1 | 11/23/2009 |
| Erotic Fantasy On A City Bus | 1 | 11/23/2009 |
| No More Tears Have Fallen From My Eyes | 1 | 11/23/2009 |
| Color Of The Earth | 0 | 06/30/2009 |
| Going On | 1 | 06/30/2009 |
| Why | 1 | 06/30/2009 |
| Moving on From Mournig | 0 | 06/15/2009 |
| Unseen Presence | 1 | 04/18/2009 |
| From Sorrow to Joy | 1 | 04/17/2009 |
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