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Rod McKuen (b. April 29, 1933, Oakland, California) is an American poet, songwriter, composer, and singer. He was one of the best-selling poets in the United States during the late 1960s. Throughout his career, McKuen produced a wide range of recordings, which included popular music, spoken word poetry, film soundtracks, and classical music. He earned two Oscar nominations and one Pulitzer nomination for his serious music compositions. McKuen's translations and adaptations of the songs of Jacques Brel were instrumental in bringing the Belgian songwriter to prominence in the English-speaking world. His poetry dealt with themes of love, the natural world, and spirituality, and his 30 books of poetry sold millions of copies. (Click here for full Wikipedia article)
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Age is proof you got from there to here.
Always I glance both ways. Why chance missing love wherever she or he may lurk?
Cats have it all- admiration, an endless sleep, and company only when they want it.
Crowded rooms and lonesome tunes and very little sky.
Eternity sneaks in her arms full of wild promises.
I have fallen in love with the world and I am aware that I have chosen the most dangerous lover of them all.
I was rich in those days, for a week I had everything. I wish I'd known you then.
It happens just because we need to want and to be wanted too, when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and listen to the warm.
It's nice sometimes to open up the heart a little and let some hurt come in. It proves you're still alive.
Laws and machines are shaped to fit the classes.
Love is a sweet thing caught a moment and held in a golden eye.
Loving is the only sure road out of darkness, the only serum known that cures self-centeredness.
No window opens on a better world than what we have within each other's arms.
Now is next to nothing compared to where I've been.
Reagan's Homeless kept getting in the way of downtown southern California traffic.
So I've been young and I've been old and have determined old is better.
Sorry no one could see how beautifully happy we were.
Strangers are just friends waiting to happen.
Thank you for the sun you brought this morning even though the sky was full of clouds.
The gifts that one receives for giving are so immeasurable that it is almost an injustice to accept them.
The journey back is always longer than the forward run.
There are no dragons anymore only windmills
Nothing left to slay
except the clock that goes on stealing time from us.
There's no misery in not being loved, only in not loving.
These long years later it is worse for I remember what it was as well as what it might have been.
This is the way it was while I was waiting for your eyes to find me.
Time may make us rugged, ragged round the edges, but know and understand that love is still the safest place to land.
Unless you call attention to your presence who will know you're there? Even a country has to weave and wave a flag as proof of its existence.
We will all wake up semi-angels,
If we wake at all.
While I was waiting, I was hoping you might pass by and in your quiet voice again say, stay.
You have to make the good times yourself take the little times and make them into big times and save the times that are all right for the ones that aren't so good.
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