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"I'd like to rest my heavy head tonight
On a bed of california stars
I'd like to lay my weary bones tonight
On a bed of california stars

I'd love to feel your hand touching mine
And tell me why I must keep working on
Yes, I'd give my life to lay my head tonight
On a bed of california stars

I'd like to dream my troubles all away
On a bed of california stars
Jump up from my starbed and make another day
Underneath my california stars

They hang like grapes on vines that shine
And warm the lovers glass lke friendly wine
So, I'd give this world
Just to dream a dream with you
On our bed of california stars"

--Woody Guthrie

  • Last seen on Nov 19 4:11 PM. Member since May 2, 2007.
  • I am a 34 year old guy from Ohio (United States)
  • When I'm not writing, I'm really quite dull..
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  • I have 174 comments, 43 archived poems

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  • Tainted Paradox on May 3, 2007
    Welcome to sharepoetry, my name is Ray. If you ever have any questions just ask.

    Once again welcome,
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  • on [ My heart is a rain barrel under the eaves. ] by celestialpie, on November 17

    Patrick is a lucky guy indeed

    to have such honesty and richness of feeling directed his way. The thing I've always loved about reading your stuff is just how wonderfully personal, natural, earthy it is. It is like you make love to your surroundings and become pregnant with the images, and then use them to express what you feel without a hint of pride or subterfuge. When I read your poems, honestly, I feel love, pure, unadulterated love, even if what you're writing about isn't particularly loveable. For instance, your "The Minotaur," a poem, if I'm not mistaken, about your very ambivalent feelings about your dad.

    Anyway, I enjoyed this, and am somewhat jealous. It's been awhile since I've felt the way this poem makes me feel.

    This isn't to say it doesn't need tightening, but I'm confident that you know this already. Anyone who writes like you doesn't need my advice, only my encouragement to keep it up.

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  • on The Silence by Windhover, on November 17

    Hi John!

    You could also call this "Potential Energy," because that is what I think of when I read this. Every absence implies a presence and every presence an absence. The tension of the unspoken, of the action not taken, Sisyphus when his stone is just about there. The defining comes not only in the doing, the speaking, but in the pregnant moment just before.

    I like this quite a bit. It is, as I read it, a love poem, a poem of yearning and unsatisfied passion; but it is also very rich with existential themes, of being and becoming and of the anxiety that comes just before the moment. Good to read you again.

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