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Elizabeth Santos
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0 posted 11-24-1999 01:31 PM       View Profile for Elizabeth Santos   Email Elizabeth Santos   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Elizabeth Santos

Posted for Elizabeth by Virginia Saceffey
Posted for Elizabeth by Virginia Scheffey

On Wooden Bench

Along the verdant Scottish hill
I wondered well at nature's thrill
For nature called its song to me
As echoing from up the sea

I turned and turned directions all
To see the font of nature's call
And followed then the beauteous sound
O'er tapered hill and velvet ground

For surely 'twas a voice I heard
The music of a feathered bird
Who called my name in lyric grand
And lured me to his arbor stand

I turning then the crest of hill
Beheld the source of hallowed trill
'Twas not a bird, but church of stone
With choral song and organ drone

And it was true the grandest hymn
That pierced the soul from down within
My heart could sore contain the bliss
And poured out tears of happiness

But strange the music echoed still
And spelled my name on facing hill
Then lured was I to humbly stand
Before the face of God's own hand

I opened slow the solid door
Through which the strains so gently poured
And entered in the shadows dim
Of painted glass and wooden trim

No chorus grand nor organ cry
No person there, just God and I
But in my ear harmonious ring
A gentle soft melodic sing

For there within the shadows deep
Of prismed air and ancient steep
A wondrous sight in weathered light
The secret source of God's delight

A silhouette in dimming dim
With love that poured from depth of him
On wooden bench in deep immerse
A lonely poet writing verse

The feathered bird of endless trill
Was not a bird, but feathered quill
The feathered quill was artist brush
And painted songs of rubied thrush

On wooden bench in dimming dim
He beckoned me to sit with him
And sang me songs of lyric rhyme
Until the end of timeless time

Elizabeth

© Copyright 1999 Elizabeth Santos - All Rights Reserved
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1 posted 11-24-1999 02:07 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

Absolutely splendid!
Marge Tindal
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2 posted 11-24-1999 02:50 PM       View Profile for Marge Tindal   Email Marge Tindal   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Marge Tindal's Home Page   View IP for Marge Tindal

Elizabeth - My god ... that is so lovely.
You are truly gifted. I am so pleased to open each gift.
God be with you.
~Marge~


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Elizabeth Santos
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3 posted 11-24-1999 03:08 PM       View Profile for Elizabeth Santos   Email Elizabeth Santos   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Elizabeth Santos

Thank you Marge and Sunshine. You are what keeps me going
Elizabeth
Mike
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4 posted 11-24-1999 03:11 PM       View Profile for Mike   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Mike

Truly beautiful.
Elizabeth Santos
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5 posted 11-24-1999 04:38 PM       View Profile for Elizabeth Santos   Email Elizabeth Santos   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Elizabeth Santos

Thank You Mike, This is an absolutely true story.
Elizabeth
Seymour Tabin
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6 posted 11-24-1999 04:43 PM       View Profile for Seymour Tabin   Email Seymour Tabin   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Seymour Tabin

Elizabeth

Forgiveness

Forgiveness is a shear delight,
The power of the inner might.
Quells despair of lay affair
With the peace that it declares.

Specifically I wish to chine
The madness of a single line.
It was born by an awkward joke
Bad humor some jesting smoke.

But smoke covers a speck of truth
That should be taken with vermouth.
I would please you with what I can
For I am a simple old man.

And please forgive me while you rest
I only meant to do my best.
I pray you do and quick get well
And we'll match poems in show and tell.

And as I said to you before,
My soul to you, an open door.

Your poem is exquisite.
Elizabeth Santos
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7 posted 11-24-1999 05:35 PM       View Profile for Elizabeth Santos   Email Elizabeth Santos   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Elizabeth Santos


Sy,

Oh! Captor of the rose in cage
The spirit simply has no age
Nor does the heart nor does the mind
Have dimension, space or time
To say that you are four times prime
Is relevant to just your mind
For mathematics plays no part
In the soul and in the heart
For I am younger, as you see
I'm in my prime - will always be

Now getting back to poetry
In all of my naivete
I fail to know the awkward joke
You seem to feel you must revoke
Perhaps it's true, I may be blind
Or failed to read between the line
For when I read, I'm in a daze
Sailing o'er poetic phrase
And I'm the one with apology
For that silly epopee
But I'm glad you liked my Scottish rhyme
'Twas you that sang til endless time
Elizabeth

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Beautiful
Seymour Tabin
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9 posted 11-24-1999 11:25 PM       View Profile for Seymour Tabin   Email Seymour Tabin   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Seymour Tabin

Elizabeth,
This poem is really an epopee
And will go down in history.
And time will question who he be
And only my heart will know 'twas me.
Sweet dreams, sleep well.

 
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