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ivordavies
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since 2007-01-10
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Chester, England

0 posted 2007-02-08 05:21 PM



The House.

The house stood lonely on the hill
Its shadows long, in moonlights spill
An eerie wind that makes bones chill
Echoes of souls that scream out shrill
~
To tell the pain that they had borne
When in this place their bodies torn
Then broken, left in hell to mourn
And never see another dawn
~
In their chains and shackles bound
Down darkest dungeons they were found
Their bones and rags upon the ground
And here they stay, still hanging round
~
To meet and greet with lonesome moan
Those who dare their prison roam
With croaks from throat and creaks from bone
From spending centuries on their own
~
I wish that I could free their plight
That I could change the wrongs to right
To rest their souls and end their fight
And make their peace, this very night
~
I hope that one, alas not me
Can come and set their nightmare free
If that God's will… then it shall be
But maybe not this century

Ivor G Davies






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JeffD
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since 2007-02-06
Posts 28
CT
1 posted 2007-02-08 07:32 PM


That was a great poem.  I really loved the feeling and tghe tone throughout.  The rhymes to me did not seem forced either which was a real treat.
passing shadows
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since 1999-08-26
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displaced
2 posted 2007-02-08 09:55 PM


felt like i was there!


Beatrice Boyle
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since 2006-12-06
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3 posted 2007-02-09 02:04 AM


Now that's a Halloween poem if I ever heard one Ivor...I could hear the chains clanging and the moaning in the background. Boo!

Seriously...well done...as only you can tell it!

Bea

ivordavies
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since 2007-01-10
Posts 739
Chester, England
4 posted 2007-02-11 04:19 AM


This poem was actually one of my first and was born out of a personally frustration when a spiritual rescue journey I was making was beyond my capability.

In the back of my mind it always reminds me of Auschwitz, the location is different, the terrors of lost souls is the same....

Thank you all for your responses and sorry to  have burdened you with the 'serious' side to this....

Ivor  

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