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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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How can it be? The whole multipartedness? Of every instance, reflecting The images, stay in tune, though I turn The music to another station, yet this offering Is ever present to my senses, against my will Even though alone in a private sphere One of which is alive and illuminated Silence strains as I catch a whispering Mingled and thickened with a too enhancing Fragrance of a magical bittersweet sadness For all the traffic to bear Autumns end, brings about a greater question A passive and potential sensibility Of which I may modify, thirst is so expensive Setting down the book, gazing at familiar things An independence of objects is now only an appearance? And my illusions of liberty as I fastened the chamber But, my words were long and honest…..strong and reasonably Filled with a lovely country home. Pulsating secure! The stream inspiring fills the attention with fondness Of the fairest forms…revealing eyes behold a melting softness Of the only Paradise…the only paradise in this living world. For all I see explores the classics beating down on my breast Willfully comes a sweetened joy, of Tuscany and Elysium Where mossy caverns yield a generous day I am thy heavenly born radiance oppressed from ancient guides Minds made better by their presence, with primrose in their paths We live in pulses, stirring to some undying music Breathing with a sway of flesh, for me the roses of romance Unending… I am to higher reverence, mixed with love and time Being gathered forever, may I strive the world’s uneven charge? Gives us a chance, to rise to mid-afternoons, And I kiss your memory, setting fire to my home I’m poor and starved, pondering every hour Truth be known, the greatest Towers on Earth Are within the long nights, where people sing and dance Brief as a dream, long as the day Firming stone, besets my way I will dive into the hungry sea Without fear…kissing the comfort of obscurities Whatever may come…my purse is empty But rich with consolations, for I would miss my secret inner thoughts And I shall dull the storm making a glove of you Keeping my fingers warm and dignity to our theme Complicated weights shall task to trace When my fine poetic forces start to muse And perchance I shall evolve from that Blistery but sweet winter shall behave with a treaty In the nakedness of wool Perhaps that sight you’ll miss, I don’t know But the sage of Tarpum Bay awaits, and I am woman And I have learned, to do well without you For the divine omnipresence streams faith to inspire What would leave will term a tender smile Spilling all from tongue and long sleeves A large sum of golden amber beginnings I am ripe with readiness, to share what all is rhyme Within the wind of summer nights and lullabies Of a charm….be it, in the moonlight, devouring my soul I await that perfect moment, when how sweet the moonlight Seas….rock wildly devoted And I’ll tell the world he…holds me closely Nibbling on the evening lights of my ear, eyes, and mouth Where such mortal beauty lives Within the tresses of his hands and mind Falling into the flesh of affection, for I want to know every inch of him Every breath, tracing with my fingers, the tenderness of his heart Where mind, body and soul hails The light of life….and the watery path shall be Fragments of time…exploding with truth and knowledge For from each other, by each other, we live and breathe With the celebrated rose!  |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
absolutely terrific,,, |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Lee, I don't know how such excellent writing can slip away. I would bring it back for a second try. And can only quote "For from each other, by each other, we live and breathe With the celebrated rose!" As an exceptional end.  |
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