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Sanctity was King
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poettothecars Senior Member
since 2006-02-10
Posts 1093New Zealand 
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5426 Sanctity was King 27 May 2006 Time comes, time goes, and in time our dreams will be our sleep A restless momentum, adrift to walk another option, rich get rich poor live to comfort love Separation, perfection to misery shadows passing, childhood stolen Never to question where wrong was right another day, another tick to cross Nails damaged, cold dampness void of warmth this burden empty, the glass upturned No tumbler brazen, for sanctity was king who knew, her heart bleed in hope Slashed and scarred, naked to clothe cobblestones large in gratitude Hunger, hungry, this soul to breathe behind the banner, a sun to shine once more “But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.” Kahlil Gibran (1883 - 1931) Lebanese born author, philosopher, poet and artist © 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet) a poet who cares |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
I'm surprised to see that no one has replied as this is a very well-expressed and powerful poem..... I really like this new side to you...your talent is shining  In fact, appreciate that you can write in all kinds of different styles - I only wish that I could be more versatile.Melissa~ Intellectually I know that Canada is no better than any other country. Emotionally I KNOW that Canada is the best country in the world! |
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poettothecars Senior Member
since 2006-02-10
Posts 1093New Zealand |
Separation, perfection to misery shadows passing, childhood stolen Never to question where wrong was right another day, another tick to cross I just write, and I don't know in truth what styles are. As to the words above, they fell from heaven and I left a clue behind. Thanks for your comments, I appreciate them greatly, even if behind every poem is an untold story the words Time comes, time goes, and in time our dreams will be our sleep are from a comment I made from reading a poem on Pip /pip/Forum95/HTML/000236.html a poet who cares |
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