Our Mind
Author: Barbara Goodhew


Sometimes our mind has so much to say,
We would like to find the right way.

That is why we have songs, poets, novels.
They are The thoughts of people that are
Used in their talent.

When I feel that I have so much to say.
I express my thoughts on paper my way.

things don't rhyme, but my thoughts
don't rhyme either.

If thoughts come from your heart, it
doesn't matter if words rhyme

your true feelings are what matters.


Comments on this poem/writing:

Meridian ( -- Tuesday, March 23 2004, 11:37 pm

True Feelings

Not false; but true feelings are what counts!
Amen Barb!
Tammy ( -- Wednesday, March 24 2004, 12:22 am

How True

This poem is true, what counts is your true feelings
in everything you do, barb you write from your heart, and your words speak to so many of us.
Capricorn ( -- Wednesday, March 24 2004, 11:59 am


True Barb
everyone ( -- Wednesday, March 24 2004, 04:09 pm


in case I forgot to thank someone who commented on my poems. thanks alot.from me barb
everett ( -- Thursday, March 25 2004, 05:51 am

very good

could'nt have said it better myself barb. i really enjoyed your words.
barb ( -- Thursday, March 25 2004, 04:44 pm


I'm just glad my thinking hasn't bored you yet:))
Terrie* ( -- Saturday, March 27 2004, 06:01 pm


Good Morning!! i just love & admire your work.... truth spoken in every line..feelings & thoughts keep us in touch w/each other and be able to express them honestly & freely in a simple way to keep our minds sane :) great writing Barb, i always sign off w/a smile after i read your work..thank you for being such an inspiration...God Bless You!!!
Always, Terrie*
barb ( -- Saturday, March 27 2004, 09:24 pm

thank-you terrie

this way of writing I don't have to think.I just write what is true for me and hope that others feel the same. I take the chance of people thinking I'm wierd:)))
Terrie* ( -- Saturday, March 27 2004, 11:12 pm


wierd or not...either way i love all your your writings...PSST..i am different, i chase rainbows i stick my tongue out to the rain to catch raindreops, ilove to run barefooted in freshly mowed grass..different is just a polite way to say i'm wierd/strange :) ( who knows i may have blown bubbles waiting at the airport w/yo sitting close by...) i am what/who i want to be and i love being me...keep sharing that love that your soul releases..enjoy your day!!!
Barb ( -- Monday, March 29 2004, 02:18 am

yep wierd hhhhha Hha Terrie

I love being different . that way nobody forgets you. I never liked Blending in but I was never as wierd as you lolJust kidding.
barb ( -- Saturday, April 3 2004, 11:27 pm


Hope you know terrie I don't really think you are wierd. my sense of humor is wierd I know. sorry if I offended you.:)
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