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A Certain Sadness
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A Certain Sadness |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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A CERTAIN SADNESS < !signature-->A certain sadness I posses, It seems to control me. Wiles of madness, I confess, Peck at my sanity. Unending pain endears my heart, Ne'er to be reconciled. In pure disdain that picks apart A truth ever defiled. I hold her from a distance, fair, This light that none else see. Slowly succumb unto the flair Of sweet Melancholy. As beading sweat of Dark rising Trickles across all thought. An oubliette improvising All love in life forgot. I stand, deliver, if you will A smile held to the crest. A stoic sliver from the quill Of ink displayed in jest. That all may pat this flesh torn back, In turn to wish me well. If ne'er to look on eyes, pitched black, That burn the fires of hell. That see languor in vivid scope, Creeping throughout the mind. That see anger displacing hope Now fallen to the blind.. If ne'er to find this heart again, Nor hold dream to the fore. I will in kind "remember when" But relish there no more. Michael Anderson For all behind was dark and drear, And all before was night and fear. How many hours of night or day In those suspended pangs I lay, I could not tell; I scarcely knew If this were human breath I drew. Lord Byron [This message has been edited by Michael (edited 04-18-2000).] |
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Mistikman Senior Member
since 2000-01-10
Posts 682San Jose, CA, USA |
Ah, a feeling I know all too well. Well done Michael, this captures the emotion very well. |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Been there done that....but brighter days are ahead my friend as you well know  |
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Kissner New Member
since 2000-04-16
Posts 6 |
Very well written, so detailed and in depth. Can relate to the sadness felt here. |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Michael, you bend and twist love and darkness into a mysterious blend of beauty. Corinne |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Michael~ Hmmmmm ! 'That all may pat this flesh torn back, In turn to wish me well. If ne'er to look on eyes, pitched black, That burn the fires of hell.' Pondering on this one for sure. You write from the soul of dualism. and that is a compliment ... or if you will .. a pat on the 'flesh torn back.' Love ya' ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap |
A certain sadness I possess ... Those words grabbed me immediately -- I have known that sadness well, I believe. Never a disappointment from you, my friend ... Third stanza was my favorite, but that first line ... ahhh ... --Me Full fathom five thy father lies, Of his bones are coral made, Those are pearls that were his eyes; Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange... --William Shakespeare, from The Tempest |
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Alwye
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Member Elite
since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
Your title definitely pulled me in, my friend. And I was not dissapointed. You speak of what I too have experienced throughout my life. Powerful words here, and exquisitely done. I do hope the sadness doesn't grip you for too long. *Krista Knutson* As soon as man does not take his existence for granted, but beholds it as something unfathomably mysterious, thought begins. ~*Albert Schweitzer*~ |
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Jeffrey Carter
since 2000-04-08
Posts 2367State of constant confusion! |
Micheal, I must say that this piece dissapointed me. Jeffrey |
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Jeffrey Carter
since 2000-04-08
Posts 2367State of constant confusion! |
J/K How do you keep writing such detailed pieces? Man, what a talent you posess. Jeffrey |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
Maybe we're all safer in our memories huh? Shall we toast to brighter days??? I believe it's appropriate here!!! Just smile Michael... Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... |
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SilverTongue New Member
since 2000-04-18
Posts 8 |
Well well well. This poem is so VERY well done. You must have a rather sharp wit to think of all those perfectly fitting words, they complete the puzzle of the poem. I think its great. keep it up, signed--me |
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RSEvans Senior Member
since 1999-10-23
Posts 1147Tulsa, OK, USA |
I will in kind remember when but relish there no more...... I don't know what to say. This is both sad and vivid at the same time. I certainly hope that all of your memories are not so...bleak. |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
This is beautiful poetry. Wells of sadness are so deep from the words, it leads me to wonder how any of us find the way out and yet we do, and we write. I loved it Kathleen |
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Aimster Member Elite
since 2000-02-19
Posts 4297Charlotte, NC |
Michael- as always superbly written. you write with such grace, depth, and style! i got this feeling my friend, that sunny days are just around the corner for ya. while you are our prince of darkness and we all love ya, we also wish you much love and happiness! take care, amy ~Live today as though it were your last but prepare for tomorrow as though it were here~ |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
Tell ya what, I won't pat your wounds, but put upon them healing balm! If anyone can sympthasize With feelings dorned so blue It has to be our Father, God Who's gone what your put through He did it so He could relate And be a God of love Always He will comfort you With hugs sent from above< !signature--> <*\\\>< When you can't make up your mind, Which way is right for you, Stop and softly ask yourself, "What Would Jesus Do?" [This message has been edited by WhtDove (edited 04-18-2000).] |
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poetFemmeFatale Member Elite
since 1999-07-25
Posts 2646Arkansas |
Does this mean no more novel? lol |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
Unreconciled pain is a festering wound that, provided it heals, takes an eternity to do so...the healing begins with not relishing in the 'remember when's'. In all this though, m'dear friend, fight hard against anger replacing hope...for without hope, what is left? Excellent work, as always Michael. |
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Michael
Moderator
Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Marge, you may pat these wounds anytime, TY. SkyFyre, Glad I could grab you there  hehe... well glad my writing could anyway.  The third stanza has a special meaning for me, also. Krista, Indeed, I knew you'd relate well to this one. I hope I don't feel as such to much longer, 'tis but part of a cycle I know. Robert,all my memories aren't so bleak. I cherish many. many I probably cherish too much. By not "relishing" them, though, maybe I can move forward in life. That is all I meant in the final verses. I can't keep living in the past. Irish Rose, by the grace of God. Amy, I am looking for that sun, believe me. But I do feel the warmth of all my friends here, nonetheless. TY.Rebecca, Thank you. I try no to be bitter, relly I do. Femme, the book will write itself, I am sure. But if the pen is my life, and I pen but of dreams, reality is lost to a fairytale it seems. Satiate, Amen... to all you have said. And, indeed, you know I am fighting. [This message has been edited by Michael (edited 04-18-2000).] |
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