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Speak With Me
by
David Pekrul
copyright 12-09-2006
Age Rating: 10 +
Come, speak with me, don’t turn away,
I need your words each day,
The words that calm my troubled heart,
The words for which I pray.
The gentle rhythm of your voice,
Hypnotic sounds of peace,
They soothe the trembling of my soul,
And of my fears, release.
Intoxicating melodies,
The sounds of inner joy,
And as you speak and comfort me,
Depression you destroy.
The breeze may sing a quiet song,
The sun may warm my day,
But only you can quell my fears,
And make them go away.
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12-15-2006
Euna Park
I TOLD YOU THAT FIVE POINTS AREN'T ENOUGH!!
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12-15-2006
Euna Park
I dunno what's more astounding... that a piece like this only has two comments and five points, or that a work like this has only 19 reads so far.
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I love your poem so much!! It spoke to me. It's like you're talking to a precious friend or family member. And in RHYME...!! I cannot rhyme to save my life, and I deeply admire anyone who can make such a wonderful poem that speaks so deeply, in RHYME!!! FIVE POINTS AREN'T ENOUGH FOR THIS!!
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12-10-2006
Mike Macdonald
This piece could probably be interpreted as a dedication to God, or to a parent, or a close friend, or a lover. It's pleasantly universal in its application.
I wonder if you would reconsider a couple lines, though. You might catch the ones I mean, yourself, if you take a bit more time with it; you're experienced enough that I don't have to nitpick anything. I will call special attention to the second verse's rhyme with the word "release". I'm confident that there's a much better way to construct that rhyme.
Give it a t'ink, and keep postin'.
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12-09-2006
Deborah Thomas
I am reminded here of where my help comes from... yes I look unto the hills, but I find my peace in reading God's word.
Here, though, I see a lady. Childlike in her manner; full of vibrance, yet quiet in her laughter. Such as you would think a bubbling brook... soothing, distracting.
I understand this, because my own husband needs me the same way... he says 'to chase the ghosts away'.
Lovely rhythm. The words just roll right off the tongue.
This has touched my heart.
Debbie
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