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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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Puppet I shunned the painted desert, and I walked the tainted aisle – I stood before the preacher man, and bore that sainted smile... I told him, "Catch me if you can," for happiness was but a dream, I doubted it could bring more hurt, till I learned how to scream. A dove, snow white, of love and light; the penance mine to give, The grave, the name, gave all in shame, and died that she may live. A sinner’s call, a beggars plight, I sacrificed all pride... A loser’s fall my funeral rite, alas, Death was my bride. For all I thought I could pretend, I found the true pretender. For all I thought that I might win, I found but true surrender. For all, I acknowledged my sin but found no true repentance... For life's not a game one can win, but merely serve as sentence! It's here she dwells, here she lingers, to curse me in my fate. From the seven hells working fingers that bind me to this state. To force me to either sink or swim, always content to wait... Till I see I never could be him, though it's always too late. The vows given, echoes will ring forever in my head... While angels sing, unforgiven, lying here in my bed. But never, friend, let it be said that Silence has no voice. Indeed, it's not the end that I dread, it's that I have no choice. And Silence screams for me each night, where never there's a light That I can sight through inured dreams, that still hold her in white. The vision mine to reconcile to what's left of my mind. I offer smile from beneath the brine, knowing all it may find. Michael Anderson Death's but a path that must be trod, |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Let it be known . . . Edgar Allan Poe has been eclipsed as the Number 1 poet of personal tragedy, and the new Number 1, of course, is the Blue Room's very own, Michael. The above, Michael, is meant to be tongue-in-cheek, but there is also some truth therein. You belong in another era, but I'm happy to say you're here with us in the present and posting your poems of dread and woe frequently, and thank you for doing so. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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r v wooo Senior Member
since 2007-08-07
Posts 656 |
Hey, Mike...liked the poem...took me on a thought journey and I enjoyed the ride! Especially, focused on the parts related to fate and no choice...stimulated me to think about the control of genes, protein synthesis and our existing environment...I see these as our "Fate Factors" and as a result of the factors, we exist with no choice...no freewill. The beautiful part is...matter is neither created or destroyed...it just changes forms... Hmmm, your poem and the thought energy...am enjoying the ride into that world as well...thanks for sharing! |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
I enjoyed this my friend...basically have had all the same thought ... expressed different in my writings of course from this great piece, but I've always found "light" in one form of another to hold my sanity together. again, enjoyed as usual, your write. j. |
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Lady Goodman Member
since 2012-10-04
Posts 193 |
Hmmm. Yep, hmmm. So much to think about...I hesitate to say what I'm thinking, but then, I thought, it's Mike, he wouldn't get upset, right? But what if you re-wrote this, and took the opposite stance? Like, embracing the desert, etc.? I have loved your work forevvvvvvvver, so much so I wanted to write like you, so please trust that I love this one as well, and yet I feel compelled to be bold and ask you to consider writing another, as a mirror, as a companion piece? Like night and day, yes? Death and Life, the blacks, the whites, for how we can we define one without the other?  No pressure. *chuckle* It's just me, k, being impish again, tossing down a challenge of...hope.  |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I hope your influence, LG, will turn the page for Michael . . . I'll be watching. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Lady Goodman Member
since 2012-10-04
Posts 193 |
Oooh, Jer--now there's a good seed for a poem! Because..sometimes, when we're reading a page or two so exquisitely written, we become too hesitant to just lick our finger and turn that page.  Over time, the binding breaks at that particular point, and we just can't seem to go on. We drop the book in frustration and it opens to the same spot and we think that is all there is. My love and hugs to both of you-and I'll be watching too. Life without hope is...well, hopeless. "wake up, Michael..." she whispered. "Wake up ..." |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
powerful and emotive, michael, tle lines make discover all sensitivity in relationship, the fragility of the soul who loves, i read and was really touched by words and images, thanks a lot yann |
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Michael
Moderator
Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
I want to say thank you all for the kind replies. I'm working some incredibly long hours right now so I don't have time for any personal or in-depth replies myself. I apologize. Michael |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
For life's not a game one can win, but merely serve as sentence! --------- Indeed, it's not the end that I dread, it's that I have no choice I love the entire poem... but these two lines capture the helplessness so perfectly... Fantastic write! |
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