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Miscreant
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since 2006-01-17

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0 posted 2006-01-17 09:54 PM

Let me know what you think:

Titled "Something Else"

The rain is pouring on the streets of Manhattan.
The streetlights are all burnt out,
and no one can see anything,
so we fumble around in the cold black night
with the droplets of spring incense on our faces.

Will you please tell me where you are?

I touched something the night before
It felt lividly cold, and
It beat in my hands, but it was so frozen
that the strain was killing it.

Will you please tell me where you are?

I heard something the week before,
But it sounded like nothing
so I didn't think any more about it.

Will you please tell me where you are?

I smelt something the month before,
and it smelt of roses,
so sweet and succulent,
piercing my brimstone senses,
but then it disappeared?

Will you please tell me where you are?

We move around so fast
in the dark of the night
that we never know who we touch
or where we are

But I know one thing for sure:
I'm looking for only one now.

Will you please tell me where you are?

Titled "Ode to the Sea"

Oh king, how I plea
set me out on this voyage,
set me out to the sea.

I want to breathe
in the salty air
and out with this city fare.

I will fly, you will see,
and my heart, please let it be free
among the sea.

Marge Tindal

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since 1999-11-06

Posts 42384
Florida's Foreverly Shores

1 posted 2006-01-17 10:58 PM

Miscreant~
Welcome to PiP~

You'll enjoy our little poetic corner of the world~

Read, read, read ... and then read some more ...
for there are many talented writers here that will offer much inspiration~

Once more ... WELCOME~

*Huglets*
~*Marge*~

~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~
Email - noles1@totcon.com

The Lady
Member Rara Avis

since 2005-12-26

Posts 7634
The Southwest

2 posted 2006-01-17 11:06 PM

More please.

Midnitesun

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since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

3 posted 2006-01-18 12:36 PM

Welcome to Passions, and thank you for sharing your rainy night stroll. May you find the one.

Miscreant
New Member

since 2006-01-17

Posts 2

4 posted 2006-01-18 08:39 PM

Here is another. Thanks for the welcomes.

I'm glad to find a place where I can finally share some of my passion for poetry.

She was there, standing in the door,
looking in my eyes with fervor unheard of
even within the depths of my soul,
I couldn’t bear the gaze,
so I hid my eyes in my hands,
and I walked toward her as a leper who is afraid
of his fellow man.

This was the girl,
I knew,
that I was going to love.

Thirty years have passed,
and here I am.
I’m not sure if I feel the same,
as time changes everything,
but I still feel something.

If you understand anything about the world,
then you should understand the laws of love.
You can go your whole life through,
and not know anything,
but as long as you know how to love,
you can live.

I didn’t know this then,
but I know it now.
It would’ve changed everything.

So, I had stood there,
but then I awoke from the trance,
and I took her by the hand,
and I whisked her out the door,
and into the world.

I took this girl’s hand,
and she became a part of me,
and I was assigned to her
in a way as untypical as anything of this nature.
Nothing before this point in my life mattered,
And nothing after did either.

Thirty years does this to you.

You become tired,
weak,
old.

You lose conception of your original intentions,
and doubt your purpose in wondering the Earth.
So I doubt my life now,
but I’m sure I had a purpose in the beginning,
or I wouldn’t have begun in the first place.

My purpose, which I had thought out before I was born,
was to love her.

I have remained faithful to my cause,
but my delusions are growing stronger.
I don’t see as straight as I used to,
and I’m afraid to walk alone at night.

I left something behind in a dumpster on a dark alley,
but I can’t recall what,
and I can’t think of why it was important.

Yet, it haunts me now,
and my love tortures me to remember it,
but I just can’t.
She stands beside me right now,
but she can’t talk and she can’t see,
yet she hears everything I say.
She knows what it is
I forgot.

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