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Magnus
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0 posted 2003-01-03 06:40 PM


Each bit of syllable and morsel of chosen word
penned on parchment,  quill of ink.
Pausing in thought,  of want, overwhelming
need to find just the right touch.

Darkness comes upon the sill of a dusty window’s ledge
as one by one,  candles flame in flicker of gleam,
dancing the shadows,  into the hall of reflect.

Await, I say on whispered chariot.  For I stand
before the mass of faceless foes,  my judgment
cast on the chilled and coarse stone..
Can not words dipped in one’s humility
carry weight upon the gallows edge?

As hands will mold the chosen naked form
from the clay of a potter’s bowl. So shall
the pen of a poet's life scribe a virgin's blush...
a puppies cry....all things...

My peers approach in the still of a cock’s night,
awaiting the fail of silent strokes,  scrolled by hands
of a mortal man…extended before me.

Swirling thoughts…
as stoic and mournful cries are cast against the shadow
of a stooped image. Wag of tongue lashes the mold of a poet as a muse
stands silently aside....tormented by the anguish felt it's mentor..

Hush this lash of wind in peaked attack,
whisper the wish…and I shall listen to the
echoes…  Each shall spur the stallion,  
quiver the mare…

Though the sting of critics futile
blows shall bring forth a welt,  a resolve born of
a whispering muse shall rise with the candle's
wisp of smoke...Shall burst into flames,
scorching the bitter fruit,  and give birth
yet again....to the master of a poet's pen.....


(The critics are imaginary....NOT of PiP....)  SOOO...rest well....

© Copyright 2003 Barry J. Tackett - All Rights Reserved
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1 posted 2003-01-03 06:47 PM


"Darkness comes upon the sill of a dusty window’s ledge
as one by one,  candles flame in flicker of gleam,
dancing the shadows,  into the hall of reflect."


Excellent imagery. I really liked the whole poem, but really saw those flickering candles of reflect.

Enchantress
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2 posted 2003-01-03 07:46 PM


Dang Barry!  You are just growing in your creativity in leaps!
Fantastic write m'friend.
~Hugs~

~Time has cast a spell on you,
  So you won't ever forget me~

regards2you
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3 posted 2003-01-03 07:57 PM



Barry,

You are a master poet! So enjoy all you write. Cannot imagine anyone standing in judgement of your work, except to say: very well written, every time.

Pat
  

..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons..
        "Desiderata"

ThisDiamond
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4 posted 2003-01-03 08:32 PM


Oh good...thought I was going back to confessional...
Tart...the streak of unjust torment...through the write...in the search of the expression of the soul. I liked this...
You must be cute when you get ticked! TD

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5 posted 2003-01-04 08:08 AM


Magnus darling heart and if those critics were real they would be presumptuous beyond reason, if they found something to critique in your amazing writing they would be simply jealous fools. Only wishing they had a thimbleful of your talent and your ability. I know I say it often, or I do when I can find the time to come in, but your writing stands out amongst the best of the best. YOU darling man can write, you truly are a poet pas extrodinaire I love this exquisite and perfectly penned poem and I love it utterly utterly utterly.

Do you miss me my friend? Well, I too miss you, but time I fear it too short for many appearances of me, however the time fast approaches when I shall have too much time, and that I fear more than anything else. Until then Take care and a happy new year


Love and warm stuff
As always
Mushy

Breathe through the heat of our desire
Thy coolness and they balm
Let sense be dumb let flesh retire
Speak through the earthquake wind and fire

garysgirl
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6 posted 2003-01-04 08:58 AM


Barry, friend, I agree with the others, how could any "Critique"
find anything   AT  ALL  wrong with your poetry? You write
with such excellence, you should get an "A+"  , if ever
you are graded......but all these loving people who are a
part of PIP don't do "gradings".....only "imaginary
critiques" do that..................


                     

"Love makes the world go around"
~~with love and hugs from Ethel~~  
                  

Martie
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7 posted 2003-01-04 10:17 AM


Barry---The torment of doubt lies within us all, trust your muse, the beautiful soul of you will write still in heaven.

Seymour Tabin
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8 posted 2003-01-04 10:27 AM


Magnus
This is an excellent write. You grow in statue every day.

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