Ode To Garry Moore 3

[Lovely]

Divininty is like a huge ocean, shooting forth innumerable waves of creation,
which rise incessantly and plentifully, one after the other.
Beings are but particles of the great waves, of some like to one another others
half-alike and some different in their resting graves ...dreaming waves.

These waves arrive from every single direction, right its left, above its below,
drenching the realms like huge inundations High and low. What?

To be lost is to know not my love in this mess of confusion and what.
Call it my delusion my confusion but call it love or hell on earth what?
The meaning is the same the meaning of its word is this world.
Where there is no hope, what are our beings in this world.

love don't shine on this any more (another) O' what, you don't know, what?
"I told you so"...............a rose no cares not for its thorns in these hairs a traitor born to be scornedl exposed to forgive more galliant to chase the rose to her garden and live in no repentance
of love maybe hit her gates in these orchards and clouds, hovering in heavens above and hells aloud
awaiting what? Only love can heal.

In short: to love is to be loved. No guitar loves like you whomed shined the most

Garry Moore

[Lovely]

Give me a chance as I do wrtite of the cuff that's me. I may ajust this
but it has always been on line it is the way I do from its Soul.

I might not change it yet I might..it is my work. Be true to You.

[brianedwards]

Divininty is like a huge ocean, shooting forth innumerable waves of creation,
which rise incessantly and plentifully, one after the other.
Beings are but particles of the great waves, of some like to one another others
half-alike and some different in their resting graves ...dreaming waves.

These waves arrive from every single direction, right its left, above its below,
drenching the realms like huge inundations High and low. What?

To be lost is to know not my love in this mess of confusion and what.
Call it my delusion my confusion but call it love or hell on earth what?
The meaning is the same the meaning of its word is this world.
Where there is no hope, what are our beings in this world.

love don't shine on this any more (another) O' what, you don't know, what?
"I told you so"...............a rose no cares not for its thorns in these hairs a traitor born to be scornedl exposed to forgive more galliant to chase the rose to her garden and live in no repentance
of love maybe hit her gates in these orchards and clouds, hovering in heavens above and hells aloud
awaiting what? Only love can heal.

In short: to love is to be loved. No guitar loves like you whomed shined the most

Garry Moore

Divininty = Divinity
High - why the Cap?
a rose no cares not for its - a rose doesn't care?
scornedl = scorned
galliant = gallant
whomed = who

Dave, I know you carry these notions of writing what's "in" you and writing from your "heart" or "soul" or whatever, but you should at least have some respect for the reader and tidy up the spelling, grammar and punctuation before posting.
Or maybe you only write for yourself, and don't care about the reader . . . This seems to suggest as much:

I might not change it yet I might..it is my work. Be true to You.

If that's the case, then why not consider setting up a blog? There are lots of venues available these days. Personally I'm fed up of your mawkish, self-indulgent, juvenile, poorly presented, insincere drivel swamping these boards. Beginner shouldn't mean "anything goes." Your work is appalling, has not changed a bit in all the time you've been using the site, and I have never seen you seriously engage with anyone's attempts to critique or comment on your work. PG has indulged your nonsense too long.

B.

[Danté]

Dave, I think you'll find it's Gary Moore, and like many other truly talented people his life was relatively short.

"Looking back at the photographs.
Those summerdays spent outside corner cafes.
Oh, I could write you paragraphs,
About my old Parisienne days."

I can't say your piece had quite the impact it obviously did for some in respect of my own reading, but then poetry can be a bit like Marmite.

Danté

[JohnLott]

Hello Lovely,

I really would like to understand what you are saying through your poetry.

(spelling & grammar might help - maybe you are being deliberately obtuse (and tongue in cheek))



J.

[backinblack]

Ah me old friend Lovely!! not lost any of your skills while I've been away:)I was a fan of Gary Moore myself, very sad loss captured well here, emotional read.

Thanks bud.

BinB.

[Lovely]

Thanks and a nice that you... BiB. Poets should be friends really, and it is always nice
to hear from you

Take care