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Posted by Phil on September 8, 2000, at 19:06:34
There once was a little boy who wanted to meet God.
He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he
packed his suitcase with Twinkies and a six-pack of root
beer and he started his journey.
When he had gone about three blocks, he met an old
woman. She was sitting in the park just staring at some
pigeons. The boy sat down next to her and opened his
suitcase. He was about to take a drink from his root
beer when he noticed that the old lady looked hungry,
so he offered her a Twinkie. She gratefully accepted
it and smiled at him. Her smile was so pretty that the
boy wanted to see it again, so he offered her a root
beer. Once again she smiled at him. The boy was delighted!
They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, but
they never said a word.
As it began to grow dark, the boy realized how tired
he was and he got up to leave. He turned around, ran back
to the old woman and gave her a hug. She gave him her
biggest smile ever.
When the boy opened the door to his own house a short
time later, his mother was surprised by the look of joy
on his face.
She asked him, "What did you do today that made you
so happy?"
He replied, "I had lunch with God. You know what?
She's got the most beautiful smile I've ever seen!"
Meanwhile, the old woman, also radiant with joy,
returned to her home.
Her son was stunned by the look of peace on her
face and he asked, "Mother, what did you do today that
made you so happy?"
She replied, "I ate Twinkies in the park with God.
You know, he's much younger than I expected."
Posted by paul on September 11, 2000, at 0:19:30
In reply to An afternoon in the park, posted by Phil on September 8, 2000, at 19:06:34
i don't know where you find these things but if you dont watch out i'll write a poem about one-then my other ouevre(i think it was you) that you have on your wall will have a sibling----
p(c(l))
Posted by Phil on September 11, 2000, at 7:10:06
In reply to Re: An afternoon in the park, posted by paul on September 11, 2000, at 0:19:30
Paul, Write on..I'll be waiting.
Phil
I've got your other taped to my monitor along with a quote from Mother Theresa. And it is,"The biggest disease today is not leprosy or tuberculosis, but rather the feeling of being unwanted."
Posted by paul on September 12, 2000, at 0:42:50
In reply to Re: An afternoon in the park, posted by Phil on September 11, 2000, at 7:10:06
as with wings and wheels
walking towards the rushing waves
when who and why for where
invisible stand
see
with hands instead
feel
with seeking eyes
small droplets
your seclusion
a vastness
upon whose ocean
you cannot sailp(c(l))
Posted by Phil on September 12, 2000, at 7:42:57
In reply to Re: An afternoon in the park, posted by paul on September 12, 2000, at 0:42:50
> as with wings and wheels
> walking towards the rushing waves
> when who and why for where
> invisible stand
> see
> with hands instead
> feel
> with seeking eyes
> small droplets
> your seclusion
> a vastness
> upon whose ocean
> you cannot sail
>
> p(c(l))Thank you paul, beautiful. My monitor runneth over.
Do you have a web site or published material anywhere?
Phil
Posted by paul on September 13, 2000, at 23:15:22
In reply to Re: An afternoon in the park paul, posted by Phil on September 12, 2000, at 7:42:57
looked into the publishing game once-all the buttwipes will do is give you back copies of your poetry as payment-AFTER they steal the rights from you. hardly worth the time. no website as there are too many theives on the net. this is the only place i post my work. for now, that's how it will stay. i tried sending you some other stuff butt i couldnt get the program to work. more later.
p(c(l))
Posted by paul on September 13, 2000, at 23:27:56
In reply to Re: An afternoon in the park paul, posted by Phil on September 12, 2000, at 7:42:57
small child saluting
father's funereal motorcade
unawares
a nation
crushed
by angered whya thousand miles away
another
as young
sees images
samely spread
via
television's
sad miracleafter thirty years
(fools only
believe
that history
dies)
a child again,
wishing,
for the dead president
his wife
and his waving child
and me
sweet air always.p(c(l))
Posted by paul on September 23, 2000, at 23:01:37
In reply to Re: An afternoon in the park, posted by Phil on September 11, 2000, at 7:10:06
phil-
send me yer email
p(c(l))
Posted by Kath on September 24, 2000, at 10:29:33
In reply to Re: An afternoon in the park, posted by paul on September 23, 2000, at 23:01:37
Phil - What an AMAZING story. From Paul's reply it sounds like you had posted more before? Thanks for sharing that. Warm thoughts, Kath
Paul - You are a beautiful soul.
I had missed your post asking for my email address; I posted it for you but in case you didn't see that, here it is: kattgoddess@excite.com
I'd love to read more of your poetry, and I'd love to hear from you.
Take care, & warm thoughts, Kath
phil-
> send me yer email
> p(c(l))
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