Gloria Comingore

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As I drive my truck each day I wonder what it is I will see today?
Each day brings something new for my eyes and ears
From state to state, from coast to coast what new things will I see this day?
The sunrises from my front window to my back from day to day
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I’m sitting on my front porch on this afternoon.
Reflecting on my life on this day.
There’s little in this lifetime that we can call free.
But sitting on my swing, this is what I see.
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God I prayed to you 22 years ago.
God you answered my prayer in this way.
A man knocked on my door Lord.
Tells me he is a friend of my room mate.
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Where is the gleam in your eyes that you once had?
The flame and sparkle are now only amber’s when I come into view.
The warmth and softness of your touch is no loner present.
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I’ve practiced in the mirror each day.
I try to find the words I want to say.
As I watch you walk away.
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Lord, where would you be, that I could not be with you?
Everywhere I go Lord, you were there before me.
Everywhere I go Father, you are there with me.
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I was born in a womb with no soul, but God was there.
I had a mother who cared not, but God was there.
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The sun starts it journey downward.
On rays of red and gold.
Moonbeam dance, to the rhythm of the twinkling stars.
As you and I make love by the flight of the firefly.
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Through the laughter and the tears throughout the years.
If this old shattered house of ours had words to say.
Through the sadness of goodbye and the tears that I cry.
Through the love that once was that has sadly gone by.
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My wife whispered in my ear there’s a storm on the horizon.
Dear would you like to make love in the rain?
Would you hold my close as the storm passes by?
Would you like to make love to me for every storm that comes our way?
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When we met back in 1986, you could always make me soar
As I stand in the shadow of your smile.
You light up my day, as you look my way
I miss your lips when they are not kissing mine
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Are you the drifter they say you are?
Will you stay or will you go I really need to know?
Before we go much further dear please just let me know.
They say my heart will be broken if I ask you to stay.
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As I sit on my swing on this predawn morn and watch the skies.
Turn from one color to the next I get down on my knees.
And I find myself asking God please “will you come and play today”?
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I can hear him singing soft and low.
His melody flows like a flooded river side.
He just can’t help himself, for a song is in his soul.
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Lord it started so hot when we woke up that day, as I rolled over to see my mate.
I smiled and asked can I slip into your pocket?
I feel safe from the world when I’m inside and my cares are free.
As I snuggle just a little closer, to those loving arms that keep me safe from harm.
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God, I thank you for this man we call Paul.
I thank you for the love that he shares.
For the time that he takes to care.
For his time he takes to share.
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Have you ever wonder where miracles come from?
Have you ever seen a miracle for yourself?
Do they come within our soul or just generations ago?
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The Best Poem Of Gloria Comingore

Where Does My Inspiration Lie

As I drive my truck each day I wonder what it is I will see today?
Each day brings something new for my eyes and ears
From state to state, from coast to coast what new things will I see this day?
The sunrises from my front window to my back from day to day
The colors are different each and every day from that sunrise
The scenery is never the same even though I’ve been here dozens of time
Where does my inspiration lie?

Some people have to get up to go to work and it is the same old thing day after day
But here in my old truck things are not that way.
I look forward to the days drive and the sites I’ll see and just what’s ahead of me
I have been very lucky to be able to travel and see this most beautiful land
The seasons change and I drive from season to season for just that reason
The seasons are never quite the same the colors are very bright with the changes
Where does my inspiration lie?


The people I meet, the things I’ve seen God you have blest me through my travels
Snow on the mountain peaks, creeks where fish are seen, great rivers miles long
Mother bears teaching her young to fish, deer’s, antelopes, long horned mountain goats
Flowers in a field of gold, windmills that you make go fast in the breath of your wind
Craters that have fallen from the sky large enough to make a hugh bright blue lake
Cactus that bloom in the hot desert sun, sand storms that scared us to death
Where does my inspiration lie?

My inspiration lies in you God where all that is, you have made each and every day
My inspiration lies in you my Lord for what I’ve seen you have made
My inspiration lies in your grace and beauty your love and mercy that you give me
My inspiration lies in the songs I hear from the morning dove that coos by my window
My inspiration lies in the evening skies as it bids us good night with the colors so bright
My inspiration lies in your son God who came here so we would be able to see your face
Where does my inspiration lie?

Gloria Comingore Comments

Saeed Sadeqin 10 August 2007

Oh dear, you made me crying too with this sad poem, seemed to me it is talking from my tongue and from my heart! i love your senses of love and separation, you are great with this poem, i love it and i will keep it here with me forever as i told you it is told point by point about my feelings while i said good bye to my love 4 years ago!

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