Waldon Pond Productions
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Waldon Pond Productions Poems
007-Hush... Hush...hush my darling, listen to our hearts... as they beat as one. In the stillness
012-The Last Sunset
The old man said to the youth, 'I know of youth and I know of age, but you who aren't of age, can only know of youth. So you
Hope, anything that one wants, and at the moment of 'hope' they do not have. If hope were a feeling, I would hope,
005-How Could You Not Know?
How could you not know I loved you? For it was always in my eyes, in every touch and in every polite embrace we've ever
002-When Do I Think Of You?
I think of you in the peace solitude and stillness of the early a.m., for you are tranquillity.
002-I Miss You
I miss your quiet caring, your gentelness, the softness of you, and the warm cloak of your love.
009-Bath Me In Your Tears
No greater comfort can be found, then tears of love and caring. When the love of another, does rise from ones heat, and overflow in tears,
I Knew You Were Gone...Before You Left.
When love leaves...where does it go? When does one notice...love, is leaving? Love, never leaves all at once. It leaves slowly...ever so slowly. Noticed, but denied and
006-Sing Me No Sad Songs
Sing me no sad songs cause my hearts been broken too many times and I've cried myself asleep too many nights.
Ode those that would place their family, before their own ambitions. Ode, to the soul of our nation. Women. For if it is men,
Anger, a spark, within all of us. There, anger is lurking, waiting to ignite the dynamite, that will cause an explosion of words,
Lyrics Of Life
In the song of life, all lyrics need a melody. You are the lyric and you are the melody. You are the lyric of my heart and of my soul.
Money and that which is materialistic erodes with the passing of time; while knowledge knows no season of death.
I weep for all the things that use to be. I weep for all...which will never be. I weep for those I loved and now, no longer here. I weep for all I could have done, and didn't.
Comments about Waldon Pond Productions
Hush...hush my darling, listen to our hearts...
as they beat as one. In the stillness
of this quiet time...can you see the gift
of yesterdays and the promise of tomorrow?
Can you hear the choir of the angels,
as they sing their songs of love?
Hush...can you hear my muted words of
love and caring? Can you feel my soul...
as it merges with yours?
Hush...as the wind plays in the trees and
the rain falls gently, as it plops against the
window and dances on the roof.
Hush...our baby sleeps and a distant violin,