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Counterpane faces.

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backstreetdreamer
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0 posted 11-02-2017 09:33 AM       View Profile for backstreetdreamer   Email backstreetdreamer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for backstreetdreamer

I paused at the space between heaven and hell
In a place that my dreams have described to me well,
Full of counterpane faces on overlapped time
Etched like thoughts in a mirror, or words in a rhyme,
Then I opened the door of the caretaker’s room
To see countless sad souls fading into the gloom
And the caretaker sat with an all knowing stare
Casting dice with the devil for every soul there.


Then the caretaker said with a smile on his face
“You have made a mistake, you are in the wrong place!”
But Satan stood up, and said “Why don’t you stay?
For you may get to liking the game that we play.”
As I looked in his eyes, I saw limitless fire
Yet they painted a vision of arctic desire,
So I answered his question with one of my own
“If I write you a verse, will you leave us alone?”


And the devil replied with a sneer on his face
“If you can’t, will you give me your soul in its place?”
I agreed his request, then I sat in the shade
Though my soul shuddered at the suggestion he made,
Then I took out my book, and I opened it wide
And the spirit of love set my writings inside,
As the devil looked down with a sense of surprise
At the smile on my face, and the look in my eyes.


A sense of expectancy painted the room
And the devil cried out in degenerate gloom,
“ You have caught me unfairly, and so unawares
With the words you have written from someone who cares!”
Then he stamped his hooves firmly, and vanished away
For there wasn’t a lot more he really could say,
And the souls smiled and sang as they rose through the air
When the devil was done by the written Lord’s Prayer.


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LeeJ
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1 posted 11-02-2017 11:48 AM       View Profile for LeeJ   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for LeeJ

Wow, very much enjoyed reading this, the rhyme and story were awesome, thank you for writing and sharing.

Lori Grosser Rhoden
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2 posted 11-02-2017 01:26 PM       View Profile for Lori Grosser Rhoden   Email Lori Grosser Rhoden   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Lori Grosser Rhoden

This was really good, I enjoyed it very much!
~L
Poet In Pink
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3 posted 11-08-2017 07:31 PM       View Profile for Poet In Pink   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Poet In Pink

Wonderfully penned from start to finish Keith     Much enjoyed as always ~ Alana
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4 posted 11-19-2017 10:38 PM       View Profile for HM3   Email HM3   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for HM3

Wow! I loved every word.The devil made me do it.  
 
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