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Tramp Poet Senior Member
since 2000-01-06
Posts 754Could Be Anywhere... 
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Nightmares? Whispers became insistent awakened at three in the morn bolt upright, shaking, sweating. Trembling hand lighting cigarette deadly glow revealing obscure faces memories of a distant tomorrow. Sucking sweet death deep inside the glow like quivering campfire pale illumination, half remembered. Whispering, taking on form and face haunted by those once known, perhaps bizarre predictions, almost remembered. The world sleeps, unbeknownst as poet chats, dances with tomorrow yesterday reinforced, even testifies. Silent party with those left behind wondering questions filling the years gifting memories of future yet to come. Laughing out loud to dark emptiness mind filled with phantoms, demanding attention shaking hand drawing death nigh, illuminates. Suspecting this just might be insanity talking to ghosts who whisper insomnia taking notes on tomorrow’s tomorrow. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sorry, no book button to check... and i noticed the program isn't updating properly. bleeding... "Tis ink coming from his arm, Captain!" |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Daniel~ What a brilliant little piece to stumble upon in the early morn of musing. 'The world sleeps, unbeknownst as poet chats, dances with tomorrow yesterday reinforced, even testifies. Silent party with those left behind wondering questions filling the years gifting memories of future yet to come.' Wonderful ! *No little book button as the submission time has come to an end. The voting process continues for a while. Cheers for a piece well-done. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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