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Almshouse of the Insomniac
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Almshouse of the Insomniac |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533
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"Like all old men, and like most thinkers, he slept little..........." (on M. Myriel)-Victor Hugo's Les Miserables . . In the hours le petit noir oft I'm roused from a depth in my womanless boudoir from sleep's practicing death. Freed smothered shroud's cover seems I have little choice like a petulant Lover urging lust from my voice A voice that's been stifled near a century's half mostly years that were trifled in booze, weed and laughs The voice wherein youth was by silence denied, puzzled paternal truth youth that violence shanghaied Years spent aswaggering pummeling men's heads, numbers quite staggering of women I'd bed Then the meaning of Love was the lust I would sate one thing I was sure of, how to anger and hate I would rant, I would rail of injustices slights now I can't raise the bail for a peaced sleep at night Moving to fatherhood, four years there were four, from my lesson of boyhood I violence forswore But the voice was kept deadened by a tension quite rife and the wrong people weddin' here I'll mention my (ex) wife She the turnkey of penning, reading, music and light, it was 15 years spinning through a deaf, darkened night When she ventured to flavor a different delight twas in hindsight a favor though did riot incite This life is circuitous, from lone peaceful warm womb, in the final review it's us cold and solo entombed With an end drawing nigh I'll give vent to a throat, it's a vox populi and at last it emotes Silence of damnable years choked, restrained, now hear it's rippling tears spout reason and pain Stream whose undammed words and gushes of rhyme screams to be heard in this rush left of time And sleep that must creep but few hours a night, pray sweep me not deep for the voice is finite Time's ceaseless famish, dry sands, spongelike blot too quickly to vanish too little allot Too long is it's night too short is it's day there is so much to write there is so much to say there is so much to write there is so much to say "Happy people have no history" - French Proverb |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
The voice wherein youth was by silence denied, puzzled paternal truth youth that violence shanghaied ================================= Then the meaning of Love was the lust I would sate one thing I was sure of, how to anger and hate I would rant, I would rail of injustices slights now I can't raise the bail for a peaced sleep at night Moving to fatherhood, four years there were four, from my lesson of boyhood I violence forswore ============================== much to explore here poet Richard...in the rhymes and between the lines... I have often said....sleep, while neccesary, seems like such a waste of poetry time. And I am always amazed that the things we can rhyme "away". I for one, am grateful you found your "voice" write it out...let thy pen shout. *S* "Never made it as a wise man |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Richard An amazing letting of thoughts in the night. So well constructed and arranged, but I can still hear the scream. |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Oops...sorry. My impatience hit the button twice. [This message has been edited by Martie (02-28-2002 02:03 PM).] |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
I feel as if I know about you from this poem. Perhaps you should start a PiP Insomniac Society. We could all ruminate on our lives....loved this poem sir!!! |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
I do believe this is the first time I have glimpsed a part of the 'real' you sir. This is an amazing write. Truly remarkable! Enjoyed thoroughly by this reader. ~Hugs, Nancy~ ~Time has cast a spell on you, |
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amusemi Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1262A State of Disarray |
I like the way you put words together. The twist and turn of them. I like when poets stagger the order and work the brain. I am sorry for your haunts, sir. But, we all regret things in life...  I love your signature, by the way!! |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Give IT voice... freedom's choice... write on! |
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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee |
Stream whose undammed words and gushes of rhyme screams to be heard in this rush left of time This struck me..almost like the chime of a giant old clock. One that I used to hear when younger in my almshouse..late and desperately wanting to take a hammer to it. Perhaps that is why I don't rhyme as oft in my verse anymore..regardless..this is richly you. And it is fantastic. Sincerely, Regina |
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