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Of Love |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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Of Love Chilly September. Zipped-up jackets. Only the winds are still zealous, Only the whispers, hidden in brackets, Will answer our pleas and tell us That she’s walking somewhere among us That her footsteps strike on the hour. All the while, our bread grows fungus, All the while, our wine turns sour. All our churches are filled with believers, Searching for Jesus and yearning. And she waits and lures the receivers, Whose preoccupied souls aren’t turning. And we stand outside, simply dismaying, We have recognized her in the mass, And in whisper, to her we are praying, “Won’t you please look at us?” Check out my poetry here: http://cafepoetry.com/stage1/andrey_kneller.htm#My%20Hamlet |
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Ethan Halo Senior Member
since 2000-04-28
Posts 793on the roof again |
what a verse. i had to read it twice, and i always love that about a poem. it means that there are underlying thngs in between the lines. an extremely good flow on this. i really liked this one. i get distracted at church by the same thing... Everyone's got their demons. We all got somethin' to atone for. |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Thank you Ethan, I'm glad you liked it! Check out my poetry here: http://cafepoetry.com/stage1/andrey_kneller.htm#My%20Hamlet |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
This had a powerful message. Kathleen |
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Charisma
since 2000-09-30
Posts 5906lost in blue pages |
got the message.... its deep and strong....love it  Charisma |
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