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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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DARKNESS Darkness is a river, It carries me away. Lost in isolation, I watch my soul slowly decay. Teased by a subtle numbness, My brain through silence screams Over the unconscious border Of reality and dreams. Stars in twilight twinkle Across the witless skies. The hands of heaven sprinkle Seeds of hope before blind eyes. Till the sun, in relished power, Hides all in the hell of day, And glory rises in the shadows Of illusion and disarray. Ambiguity corrupts the masses, Subdues our every thought. Lifeless veins are empty In corpses that dare not rot. Driven on by fear, by hopelessness, And sheltered by the past; We grip life through dead memories, Forcing the love to last. Till sorrow overcomes us In clouds of obscurity. Till tomorrow has vanished With innocence and purity. Till Vanity's proclamation Comes like the clarion of Hate. Till all that's left is death, But still you have to wait. Emptiness, an aching chasm, Unadorned to Time - The pining of the spirit To an unrecognized chime - The decrepit embrace of Destiny, Passion, an uncried tear - A droplet of water, a river run still, A darkness that holds me here. Michael Anderson [This message has been edited by Michael (edited 07-08-2000).] |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Stars in twilight twinkle Across the witless skies. The hands of heaven sprinkle Seeds of hope before blind eyes. Till the sun, in relished power, Hides all in the hell of day, And glory rises in the shadows Of illusion and disarray. ----------------------- Till sorrow overcomes us In clouds of obscurity. Till tomorrow has vanished With innocence and purity. Till Vanity's proclamation Comes like the clarion of Hate. Till all that's left is death, But still you have to wait. Emptiness, an aching chasm, Unadorned to Time - The pining of the spirit To an unrecognized chime - The decrepit embrace of Destiny, Passion, an uncried tear - A droplet of water, a river run still, A darkness that holds me here. -------------------- No one writes Darkness like this M, no one could, no one should, but ...(life happeneds) this is simply stunning in its depth, rhyme, and dark shadowed beauty. perfect choice to reflect your work in the book. take care sweet poet friend jm What the caterpillar calls the end ... The world calls a butterfly ~LaoTzeTao~ ~Butterflies are meant to be free~ |
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Jamie Member Elite
since 2000-06-26
Posts 3168Blue Heaven |
Very good work, not quite the bottom but it can be seen from there. Jamie Tu ne cede malis, sed contra audentior ito. - Virgil. "Yield thou not to adversity, but press on the more bravely". |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
Exquisite writing Michael ... an excellent selection for the book! You've expressed these emotions so vividly through your pen ... your writing simply leaves me in awe. (click, click, click)  Best wishes, /Kit |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
You signature poem! I love this one...voting!  |
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Nan
Administrator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
..Me too...  |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
Can I say me 3? |
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Jeffrey Carter
since 2000-04-08
Posts 2367State of constant confusion! |
...Me four |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
me five  Yes, I am here, but I am dead, not alive, my body goes on, my spirit has died and I though alive, feel dead inside. "Rose Petal" |
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ellie LeJeune Member Elite
since 2000-01-10
Posts 4156King of Prussia, PA USA |
Michael; I've been to this place and by God's grace it is a past memory. You have described it perfectly and with a wonderful poetic flow. Ellie Summers haunting melody that awakens the butterflies, calling them to join the dance in their silent song of praise to God. ell |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
Wonderful . . . voting here too!! LW Poetry should surprise by fine excess...it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts and appear almost a remembrance. -J.Keats |
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Michael
Moderator
Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Thank you all for the kind replies. This is my "signature" poem to an extent, I guess, as well as a personal favorite. So glad you enjoyed. Michael |
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Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap |
How lovely is thy Darkness -- How strange and sweetly blessed -- A midnight crown of shadows Which on thy brow doth rest. How haunting is thy music -- A breath of living night -- The sure and whispered beating Of raven-wings in flight. Darkly beautiful, my love. No pun intended. --Me YOUR LIFE IS A TEST It is only a test ... If this were your Actual Life, you would have been given better instructions! |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
The supreme master at the writing of a place called darkness... indeed haunting and most lovely... has to be your signature poem...has to be... regards to you Michael, Sudhir |
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JOY 14 Senior Member
since 1999-09-22
Posts 1419Wisconsin USA |
No question. Wonderful work. Voting now. Joy |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Incredible Michael! |
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