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Grinch
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0 posted 05-02-2007 05:30 PM       View Profile for Grinch   Email Grinch   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Grinch


When an old man dies a library burns down,
His words blown ashen to the windy world
That fanned his eyes to embers end
No tears can quench his sentences aflame.

When an old man dies a metaphor for truth dies too
And by our words with greedy lies
The world is raped by lunatics and time
And no tears now will turn that tide away.

When an old man dies a young man wails upon the world
And captures hearts and stars within his eyes.
The years will stack each poem upon a shelf
But no tears now will save him in from his end.
© Copyright 2007 Grinch - All Rights Reserved
serenity blaze
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1 posted 05-02-2007 05:41 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Hey--no jumping in ahead of line, you!

I bought my ticket to ride a lonnnnnnnnng time ago.

And yanno, the first line of this was issued as a challenge a lonnnnnnnnnnnng time ago too!

Grinch? Reading you again is like having an early Christmas, no matter how dire the tone.

Welcome home, dawlin'. Be well.

(Have I ever told you my "library" dream?)

If I do can I lay on your couch?

Drauntz
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2 posted 05-02-2007 05:42 PM       View Profile for Drauntz   Email Drauntz   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Drauntz

Death belongs to the Dark side, my dear.
Poets die but poems will countinue living. Poem is the spirit and soul of poet. If the spirit or soul still there, the poet will be there just in a different form. right?
Grinch
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3 posted 05-02-2007 06:27 PM       View Profile for Grinch   Email Grinch   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Grinch


Karen,

I'll live forever (or die trying) and so will you.

I remember the challenge and sitting down to write a worthy offering - unfortunately this was all I could come up with. Since my muse bypass I've not written a line, I'm not sure if I ever will, but I still read and tinker with my old poems so you may find one or two edits from the original.

My couch is always available I'm an expert on dreams.

Drauntz

The memory of the poet lives but the body and mind of the poet dies and that's the bit I'm most attached to.

And I would trade a thousand years of fame
For two more minutes whispering her name
Drauntz
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4 posted 05-02-2007 07:24 PM       View Profile for Drauntz   Email Drauntz   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Drauntz

"And I would trade a thousand years of fame
For two more minutes whispering her name"

whose poem is this?
iliana
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5 posted 05-04-2007 01:34 AM       View Profile for iliana   Email iliana   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for iliana

Whoa....this is a grinchy poem alright!  Much enjoyed your philosophical and wise rendering, Mr. Grinch.  *hugs*...jo
secondhanddreampoet
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6 posted 05-04-2007 12:18 PM       View Profile for secondhanddreampoet   Email secondhanddreampoet   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for secondhanddreampoet

I especially loved:

“When an old man dies a library burns down,
His words blown ashen to the windy world...”

as well as:

“...with greedy lies
The world is raped by lunatics and time...”

and:

“The years will stack each poem upon a shelf “

a fine ‘read’!

Applause!!
LeeJ
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7 posted 05-04-2007 12:38 PM       View Profile for LeeJ   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for LeeJ

When an old man dies a metaphor for truth dies too
And by our words with greedy lies
The world is raped by lunatics and time
And no tears now will turn that tide away.


so true, you put tears in the reader's eyes

exceptional writing
Midnitesun
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8 posted 05-06-2007 09:33 PM       View Profile for Midnitesun   Email Midnitesun   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Midnitesun

"The memory of the poet lives but the body and mind of the poet dies and that's the bit I'm most attached to."
I just had to highlight this reply, as it is the definitive Monsieur le Grinch!
I happen to be equally attached to my earthly body and its endeavors, and know full well that anything remotely resembling poetry coming from my pen will more likely be used as wastebasket liners than treasured shelf spacers.
TomMark
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9 posted 01-07-2008 12:41 AM       View Profile for TomMark   Email TomMark   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for TomMark

Poet's life stays with poem.
Good poem but again with sad tune.
 
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