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Elizabeth Santos
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0 posted 1999-11-26 10:46 PM




He whispers notions to the wind
In perfect rhyme, a noble hymn

He sings his troubles to the dune
In pallid light of lighted moon

Recites his poetry to the sea
It echos back its eulogy

He cries with fervor in his soul
At that which makes his being whole

And not a single word for me
Though muted ear so hungry be

Elizabeth Santos


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1 posted 1999-11-26 10:51 PM


Sad, Elizabeth. The man should check his priorities!
Elizabeth Santos
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2 posted 1999-11-26 10:56 PM


Balladeer, I guess it's hard to speak with a muted tongue
Elizabeth

Seymour Tabin
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3 posted 1999-11-27 01:28 AM


Elizabeth,
No muted tongue has he,
He is listening to the sea.
He listens with fervor in his soul
For that which makes his being whole.
And if you listen close like he,
You will hear all the messages that be.

Your poem is exquisite

hoot_owl_rn
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4 posted 1999-11-27 08:57 AM


She hears his humble song
When in the wind it's carried on

It's chords to dreams give flight
Underneath the pale moonlight

As she watches out to sea
The waves give rise to poetry

Her heart in recourse cries
Longing for his sweet replies

But the wind will not comply
It only blows his words on by

And left there standing on the shore
She longs to hear his voice once more


Beautiful verse Elizabeth




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"When you come to the edge of the light which is all you know. And are about to step off into the darkness that is unknown...Faith is knowing one of two things will happen...there will be something to stand on...or you will learn how to fly." -Unknown

Elizabeth Santos
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5 posted 1999-11-27 09:20 AM


Ruth

Experienced aviatress I be
Winged flight my specialty
But now and then a broken wing
Needs another bird to sing

Elizabeth

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6 posted 1999-11-27 09:24 AM


Elizabeth, if you need another bird to sing, and can't find one, there's something very wrong with this world.
Pepper
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7 posted 1999-11-27 09:25 AM


Another stunning piece Elizabeth...

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A soul that writes from the heart and shares it, truly gives a gift extraordinaire!


Elizabeth Santos
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8 posted 1999-11-27 09:46 AM


Pepper'
I like the word stunning, to a little poem written as is was being posted, as are many of my verses.
Thank you

Sy
I listen close
But sometimes find
It hard to read
Between the line
For I am one
To think a thought
And remember it
As it was wrought
And say a word
As I was taught
And so I say it
As I ought
I read a verse
The very way
The sun comes up
At break of day

Elizabeth

Seymour Tabin
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9 posted 1999-11-27 10:42 AM


Dear Elizabeth,
A realist I used to be
And sadness always followed me
The broken wing is in your mind
I do not mean to be unkind
You do not break the wings of God
He's given you a special nod
And given you a special dare
Use it with a special care
You said you danced in traveled time
So dance again in verse and rhyme.
*L*

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10 posted 1999-11-27 10:58 AM


Elizabeth - Again you pen perfection.

Seymour - Again you pen the perfect reply.

You two remind me of the ocean of the Pacific, coming to shore in waves ...
made more beautiful by the boulders on which they crash. Such an array of emotions in the spray.

So wonderful to watch the tale unfold,
of one so shy and one so bold.
If the true story were to be told,
of such are made the fairy tales we hold.

*Thanks to both of you for letting us have a balcony room with a view.

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Elizabeth Santos
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11 posted 1999-11-27 11:20 AM


Sy'
Not a realist by name
Romanticist is what I claim
And though I soar the world around
I've still a finger on the ground
Things need not be so exact
But then again not so abstract
And sometimes I may miss the point
So question I would then appoint
And that is why the spoken word
At times by muted ear need heard

Elizabeth

Elizabeth Santos
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12 posted 1999-11-27 11:27 AM


Marge,

Again a verse so sweetly told
But which the shy and which the bold?
Shy is what I claim to be
In the shadow of his timidity
So which is which and what is what
Tell us now or tell us not
Oh! Mystery lady of the birds
Please sing the answers to be heard
Would that the answer spoken word
The sweetest voice I've ever heard
Elizabeth

Denise
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13 posted 1999-11-27 11:34 AM


You all never cease to amaze me with your ability to write such beautiful, meaningful verse on the spur of the moment! Well done to all of you! *slinking away to spend a week or so to come up with something!*

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Denise


Elizabeth Santos
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14 posted 1999-11-27 11:43 AM


Denise,

A week, a month, whatever be
I'd wait to read your poetry
I love the quick and skillful line
But perfection stands the test of time
Verses bring me happiness
Your poetry brings me bliss

Elizabeth

hoot_owl_rn
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15 posted 1999-11-27 12:09 PM


I may fly on broken wing
Songs like yours, I may not sing
But of my dreams, I've not lost sight
And someday soon, I'll soar in flight
A single feather's all I got
To some it may not be a lot
But, I've hope and a will to try
So with that feather I will fly
With friends like you and many more
There's no way I can not soar



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"When you come to the edge of the light which is all you know. And are about to step off into the darkness that is unknown...Faith is knowing one of two things will happen...there will be something to stand on...or you will learn how to fly." -Unknown

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16 posted 1999-11-27 02:41 PM


Denise - Wait for me...
Marge Tindal
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17 posted 1999-11-27 06:42 PM


Dearest Elizabeth,

I am sure that you see
far beyond his timidity.
Harken yet the shy refrain,
thinking now in versed reply,
from the pen of shyness
knoweth you'll rely,
on words so sweet
they'll not pass him by.

The shy, the bold
so plain to see ...
he brought out
the poetess in thee.
In return you filled his inkwell ...
with verse so soft ...
Oh, my the stories
that you two do tell !

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Elizabeth Santos
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18 posted 1999-11-27 06:52 PM


Marge
Little Margie know it all
She has got an eagle's claw
An eagle's eye, an eagle's flight
And relishes in pure delight
She sees the things that I don't see
And grabs them with felicity
And then she soars and sets them free
I wish she lived next door to me

Marge, how about lunch, I've got some questions
Elizabeth

Seymour Tabin
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19 posted 1999-11-28 01:08 AM


Lizz,
The poetry here and I sigh
The best ever to hit my eye.
And I say in honesty
That I blush in modesty.
I must confess you are the best
You certinly have stood the test.

Marge Tindal
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20 posted 1999-11-28 08:03 PM


This is just TOO GOOD to flop over to page two. I'm bringing it to the top again.
I love the charisma between you two wonderful poets. Thanks for letting us play around the perimeter of your writings.

Were I to want a neighbor new,
Elizabeth, I too, would pick you.


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Elizabeth Santos
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21 posted 1999-11-28 08:37 PM


Marge,
Thank you neighbor, Thank you friend
For bringing up this page again
For it has yet to me be told
Which is the shy and which the bold
I think the shy one, it is I
But then again, I think he's shy
And you, my dear, need not be told
Are very, very, very bold!
Elizabeth



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22 posted 1999-11-28 09:01 PM


My friend -

It's as plain as the face on your nose !
That's as far as this story goes.
Playing devil's advocate I am,
or cupid with a cute little bow.

You, demurely shy.
Seymour as bold as they come.
Or, you as bold as he ...
and he as shy as thee.

Flip a coin,
win the toss ...
Heads, you're shy.
Tails, he's the boss.

Then on the other hand,
perhaps you've met your match.
Bold lady of rhyme ...
this flirtation you did hatch !

And then of course
if you both are shy ...
that leaves BOLD to me.
I plead guilty, with glee !


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Elizabeth Santos
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23 posted 1999-11-28 09:09 PM


Marge,
Never gives an answer straight
Now I simply have to wait
She's playing games I have a hunch
Marge, my dear, can we have lunch?
I would not your questions balk
Marge, my dear
CAN WE TALK!?
Elizabeth

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24 posted 1999-11-28 09:47 PM


Yes, Elizabeth.
We'll have lunch.
Come on down ...
I've got a hunch,
it isn't lunch
you have in store
but perhaps to merely
pick my brain for more.
I thought I answered
satisfactorily
but if in doubt
then wait and see.
Come on down
to the sunny south ...
lunch with Elizabeth ...
WELL, HUSH MY MOUTH !

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Severn
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25 posted 1999-11-29 05:13 AM


I don't dare to join the poetry chain until a proper intoduction is made and I count you as a friend, Elizabeth - but you seem to bring out inspiration in people and I think that is a true gift!
Elizabeth Santos
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26 posted 1999-11-29 09:00 AM


Dear Severn,
No introduction needed here
Just chime right in and have no fear
This is a special poet's place
And no one seems to have a face
And some don't even want to talk
At which the muted ear just balks
So hungry are our eyes for words
We relish in darkangel's birds
So hungry are our minds for thought
We learn what other bards have taught
So eager are our souds to pour
Out the quill of poet's door
So Severn please, step right in
A muted ear is just a sin

Elizabeth

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27 posted 1999-11-29 11:19 AM


Elizabeth

The dove and the swan will one day meet
Into their arms they will each other greet

The dove will leave the eagle by the sea
Because he sings for others, not for thee

The swan will swim on and on
Until he hears the lonely dove's song

For her song is also his own
And together, this song will grow

They will teach each other the songs of life
And help each other through times of strife

Their songs will reach the heavens above
For theirs is the song of love.

Sven

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That which gives light must endure burning
--Victor Frankl


Sven
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28 posted 1999-11-29 11:20 AM


Elizabeth

The dove and the swan will one day meet
Into their arms they will each other greet

The dove will leave the eagle by the sea
Because he sings for others, not for thee

The swan will swim on and on
Until he hears the lonely dove's song

For her song is also his own
And together, this song will grow

They will teach each other the songs of life
And help each other through times of strife

Their songs will reach the heavens above
For theirs is the song of love.

Sven

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That which gives light must endure burning
--Victor Frankl


Elizabeth Santos
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29 posted 1999-11-29 11:27 AM


Sven
Thank you much for chiming in
So let the dialogue begin
The passionate poets have been so kind
And helped me so in troubled time
Bird of grace, whatever feather
We all embrace in stormy weather
Elizabeth

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30 posted 1999-12-02 12:44 PM


We all embrace in stormy weather
Knowing we must hold together
Letting go means a fall
From the mountain tall
Back to the place where mortals tread
Where fear equals a living dread


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