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A Producer, Director, Writer, Actor, Film Maker, Poet and most importantly a Meadow Lark through and through. Lifts his
voice in dedication.
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It is with a heavy heart, that I must write this.
For at this moment I feel like I am lost. When I feel
like that...I usually turn to Joyce...
I cannot keep myself from crying.
I can't believe she is gone! I loved her so
much!
To JOYCE O'NEIL I owe most of my poetry. When I first Joined the meadow, I was not writing as much.
But Joyce
kept inspiring me and keeping me going every single day. She was my biggest fan.
More than just a friend, but an angel,
a mother, a sister, a confidant.....
One of the most pure spirits I have ever had the pleasure of coming across in my
life. She held me up, when I lost my own mother. She kept me writing. Gave me strength.
With her in mind, all of my writings
have been created. Her name is inscribed in each letter. Her love inscribed in each word. Her love found in each verse.
So
to Joyce O'Neal,
I dedicate my poetry, my life and my love to her. My heart will always ache with her gone, but will be
satisfied, for she had filled a void, and an emptiness there. I have every comment, every e-mail she has ever sent me, expressing
her love for my work. That there, will inspire me throughout the rest of my life. And I am sure I am not the only one.
JOYCE.....I WILL LOVE YOU ALWAYS
THANK YOU FOR KEEPING ME SAFE. THANK YOU FOR THE PLACE I FELT FREE TO
EXPRESS MYSELF.....MUTTINGTON'S MEADOW...
ALBERT J. ALLIE
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ONE OF JOYCE'S FAVORIT POEMS BY ALBERT J.
ALLIE
DO I LOVE THEE?
Tight holds the grasp
Upon my heart.
Loosen
not but press
Thy lips against it.
For if now is the hour
In which the stars
Might meet their sky,
Let love
meet it's moon.
Kingdoms come, but pass
Unlike thy jewels in which
I peer.
Knights fall unto thy feet,
To
gain confidence of what alas,
I long to touch.
Death upon my hand mirth,
If the hand that longed
To feel
hath not.
But unto death I shall
Happily give if only,
To satisfy my souls ache for thee.
Do I not love thee?
Do
I not love thee,
That all that exists
Could be cast away,
And leave two lovers sworn
In bonds of matrimony,
To
live alone,
And I shall make thee still.
copyright
2003, Albert J. Allie
"I live and breathe, yet never take either for granted.."
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