Some poems I wrote
ROBERT JOHN BINETTE
12/18/05
Like the sparrow on a frozen branch, his song beckons for his mate to share his warmth. Though for no more than my wish to share with you my warmth, my song, and my touch and stir your passions so you never forget me.
12/19/05
There is nothing more wasted than spoken words and scripted verse of love that are heard by deaf ears and seen by blind eyes.
12/18/05
Like the sparrow on a frozen branch, his song beckons for his mate to share his warmth. Though for no more than my wish to share with you my warmth, my song, and my touch and stir your passions so you never forget me.
12/19/05
There is nothing more wasted than spoken words and scripted verse of love that are heard by deaf ears and seen by blind eyes.
posted by Bob Binette @ Monday, May 29, 2006
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Verses from scripts in the mind cease when the words are real from the heart. Its possible that our children are our only real true loves and our ability to love many shadows the idea of ever feeling un-lucky in passion ..your devotion to your children is an immeasurable act of a father who's as lucky as his boys.
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