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ice
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since 2003-05-17

Posts 3404
Pennsylvania

0 posted 2003-11-16 10:22 AM

I find myself reading, out loud at midnight
In a house that is quiet , except for my voice...
A drug that I found, in a book has been taken
And I wash the pill down with a metrical verse.
High now I trip on the road of gone times,
Make way on the path, of its old written lines.
*
The wind picks up slightly, and rustles the reeds
Low sounds, of someone that's sad, and is weeping....
The poem is somber, and like-wise I speak it
(This doesn't bother the others, still sleeping)
The words of sad- Keats, reveal he's lamenting
To a lover near lost, he begs for forgiveness
Poems like this are read quiet and softly
And I orate the scene, as if I was with him,
Both of us kneeling, bent down, on both knees.
*
But the drug holds me then in a much stronger grip...
And high passion springs from a place deep within,
I fall in a ditch that winds through past time,
And find myself middled in a old Kipling rhyme.
And from that deep trench, I ape the foul screams
Of countless, young soldiers all bloodied and maimed
That pray out, in mercy-shouts, " where's Gunga Din!"
*
Above the musket roars, I wail the name of him...
Din! Din! Din! I cry that savage song, again
And feel the human pain that begs release
From fire, running through my fellows veins.
I call to Din, please bring, green water 'round,
To only watch it leak, in foamy snot, down broken lips
And rattle ending knells, in near death sighs.
Now my emotions raise to highest pitch,
Up, they rise to verbally explain, the battle, I transcribe.
*
But over the prattle of stinging swords,
Comes the sleepy, female voice
Of a wife that asks her husband, what is wrong!
*
If I'd had had a nightmare, and if not-then, why
Shout out such loud refrains of battle songs?
What drug is in the lines of "Din, Din, Din"?
Why does this wretched ghost you scream about,
Make you banschee-boom the rafters by your speech
And wake up all the sleepers in this house?...
As if you stood a witness, to a warring scene
That Kipling saw through eyes of Gunga Din?
*
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nakdthoughts
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since 2000-10-29

Posts 19200
Between the Lines

1 posted 2003-11-16 11:10 AM

you write with so much emotion..this is one to reread and each time to enjoy even more.

M

icebox
Member Elite

since 2003-05-03

Posts 4383
in the shadows

2 posted 2003-11-16 12:05 PM

Wow!

Great drug; I'll take two hits and call you in the morning.

froggy
Senior Member

since 2003-06-23

Posts 1893
Michigan

3 posted 2003-11-16 06:48 PM

You did submit it. I am so glad you did.
I really thought this was written superb.
I still love it.

:-)

SharaRose
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since 2003-07-19

Posts 2501
Somewhere out there~

4 posted 2003-11-16 06:57 PM

Wow...that was a mouthful...hehehe Sheesh that's a lotta stuff to say...I liked, alot! Amazing is what it was. WOW!! And WOW again.
Love,
Terri~

Midnitesun

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since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

5 posted 2003-11-16 08:34 PM

LOL. Reading after midnight while taking anything stronger than green tea can make you scream and shout.
But then, you already found that out, no doubt.
Keats and Kipling in the same night could definitely mess with your REMs.
Try the Stephens...Hawking and King in one sitting.
ARGGGHHHH, the results? a frazzled brain migraine attack that threatens to drag you into a black hole.

ice
Member Elite

since 2003-05-17

Posts 3404
Pennsylvania

6 posted 2003-11-19 07:22 PM

Nakdthoughts
icebox
froggy
shararose
midnightsun

Thank you all,
Dear friends for commenting...
I am not always immediate in replying but the joy of being read is always instantanious

______ice
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