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Harbor the Key

Updated on September 7, 2012

A hammer in the toolbox, you lay next to me

A nail, you take joy in pounding thought free

But without my purpose you lay sans a plea

Love holds the hands that harbor the key

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Impotent tool bent on a liar's, sanctimonious spree

Beat a church pew into silence of splintered debris

Strength of a small, steel nail mends a seat for three

Hope holds the hands that harbor the key

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Each purpose a part in measure the wood of a tree

Soft pine shelter beneath laden fragrant juniper pea

The forest honors promises evergreen as destined be

Faith holds the hands that harbor the key

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Time tarnished the nail bent the head to defeated degree

As the hammer plundered on blind in a refusal to see

Smashing the once jointed union of the maker's decree

Truth holds the hands that harbor the key

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    • The Suburban Poet profile image

      The Suburban Poet 4 years ago from Austin, Texas

      Ok that was great... I admire your ability to express yourself....

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      Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO

      Awww, Suburban Poet, thank you so much! I appreciate your visit and awesome words.

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      Mark G Weller 4 years ago from Lake Charles, LA.

      Time tarnished the nail bent the head to defeated degree

      As the hammer plundered on blind in a refusal to see

      Smashing the once jointed union of the maker's decree

      Truth holds the hands that harbor the key

      This is a sad truth of one not seeing what he/she has lost until it is gone.

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      Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO

      You understand, Mark. Thank you, my friend, for giving me your time and meaningful words. I learned a lot in my youth...the hard way.

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      epigramman 4 years ago

      .......everytime you write Amy you are capturing poetic lightning in a bottle -and this is the type of creativity that you can never teach in a master writing class because only one person in the entire freakin' universe can write uniquely like this - and that person is you - even the lofty Moore of Vincent would take one look at this and run in his diapers back to his alphabet building blocks wondering just what the heck hit him - well Sir V of M - you just got yer ass kicked by the one and only Miss B of Amy Anomaly!

      lake erie time 4:59am

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      Jo_Goldsmith11 4 years ago

      Excellent! once again Amy. :) It sure does help when you have a key.

      This is breathtaking. I love how you pick the perfect songs to go with

      your great writintg. Dylan, Lennox. voted this up, shared and tweeted too. Hugs & Blessings. :)

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      Wayne Brown 4 years ago from Texas

      Such an insightul and awesomely wise work...I greatly enjoyed each line. Thanks for sharing it! ~WB

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      Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO

      well, Mister C, it was you that first peaked my poetic inspiration. I remember, when I first laid eyes on one of your clever, kick ass, mixture of sad seasoned with funny, rolled up tight like a sushi, epigrams. I bit into a piece of heaven and I knew I'd never see poetry the same. As I enjoyed one morsel after another, I realized that each chef has their own unique recipe for tempting the readers eyes and your book is one of variety being the spice of life. I threw away my old ideas that poetry had rules and limitations. I'm learning everyday. I discovered that poetry is as addictive as Starbucks coffee. I see the caffeine in the punch of every piece you write.

      Thank you for your support, Mister C, and your continual inspiration. Shine on, you crazy diamond. You are a blazing friend.

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      Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO

      Jo, Thank you so much for your support through words that keep my brain on full and my spirit soaring. Your inspiration keeps my motor running and keeps me looking on down the road for new ideas and ways to express them. Shalom, my friend

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      Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO

      Wayne, I am honored in your visit and awesome, confidence-boosting message. Right this moment, I feel on top of the world. Thank you for that.

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Oh Amy, the hubris of youth, eh? Who was it, Jodi Mitchell...what was the song...."you take paradise, put up a parking lot"....how true are those words, and we each do it during our lifetimes.

      As usual you have made me reach inside of myself to collect memories, sort through them, and make sense of life in the process. Lovely work from a truly gifted writer.

      bill

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      Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO

      Joni Mitchell and Bob Dylan, in my opinion, were not only poetic artists but prophetic. There musical endeavors speak to not only the past, but today clearly. "Evergreen" was never exemplified as more important as in their contributions.

      Thank you, Bill, for giving my work your understanding and, in doing so, meaning.

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      Live To Write 4 years ago from Phoenix, Az.

      Wow... and I am sure I join many other poets in the wish that I had THIS kinda power...

      What deep meaning and innuendo peppers this piece; and yet so classically done.

      Laurinzo

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      Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO

      Laurinzo, I am honored as I feel the same way about your writing. Even your comments are living proof of your word power prowess. Magnificent message and I thank you.

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      Live To Write 4 years ago from Phoenix, Az.

      You are very welcome Amy... and I am about to kick back and relax and read some more, and some more...of your awesome work!!!

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      The Frog Prince 4 years ago from Arlington, TX

      Excellent work Amy and superb use of the song.

      The Frog

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      Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO

      I am so happy that you like this piece, Frog Prince. Being the music man that you are, I love that you like my use with this song. I struggle longer with the music, generally, than the poetry.

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      FitnezzJim 4 years ago from Fredericksburg, Virginia

      Wow!

      I read this three times, then a fourth, and each time the image was different. An image of innuendo, then an image of sadness that the meaning is lost, then a question 'was there no joy?', and then the thought that it was over. "Faith, hope, and love, and the saddest of these is truth."

      Just plain wow!

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      Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO

      Dear FitnezzJim, Thank you so much for your phantasmic response to my piece. There was joy, as there is somewhere in most relationships. Mine was the reference to mending the seat for three (the birth of my only child, a daughter). I tried to write this so it wasn't too specific to my personal experience, but of course, that inspired this piece. I am so grateful for your perceptive, intuitive intellect, as your synopsis tells me that, as I intended, this is relatable to other's lives. Oh, and Jim, I adore the "wow's" at the beginning and end. You have made my day perfect. Thank you so much.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up and awesome. Your words inspire and yes, we often don't realize what we may lose until it's too late. Love the song.

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      Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO

      Thank you, Gypsy. Sadly, it is often the way. Hopefully, we learn some valuable life lessons in the process. I'm so glad you liked this piece, my friend.

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      Suzette Walker suzettetaos 4 years ago from Taos, NM

      Amy, Ditto to what everyone above has said. We all can relate to the message and meaning of this poem - we don't know what we've lost til it's gone - I think everyone has learned that lesson the hard way. I love the last line of every stanza - as mentioned above, it says it all. That is what I like about your poetry, Amy, everyone who reads this can relate in some way - you speak to everyone through your own light and words.

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      Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO

      Oh, Suzette, you last sentence is so touching to me. In letting me know that I am able to say what I mean in a meaninful way is the best thing you can tell me. Thank you so much, my friend and mentor.

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      A.E. Williams 4 years ago from Hampton, GA

      Love, Hope, Faith, and Truth... they definitely seem to be holding the hands that harbor the key. I love the writing of this one. It seems a bit... aggressive in a way. I can't think of why, but that's my interpretation. I think your message was cemented in this one... but I don't know why I feel that way lol... *Tries to look up why* Oh well. Hope you're doing well Amy! See ya around.

      -Aubrey

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      Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO

      You are very perceptive, Aubrey. You picked up the anger that inspired this piece. I was very angry at the man that made me feel insignificant, who treated me as if I was too stupid to make my own choices, and trapped under the iron control he wielded. But, in the end, I figured things out through my own faith, hope, love and truth. Your gut feeling hit the bullseye right on target, my friend.

      Thank you for reading this and leaving me your intuitive thoughts, Aubrey. I hope you are doing well and have a Merry Christmas, my friend.

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