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Carnivores Night |
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Joel the wolf Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333Angels Camp |
Beneath this moon of discontent breathes a beast with fowl breath. Holding what is left of life chest heaving close to death. A chain woven between his ribs piercing his heart to the ground. Holding his tortured soul to the bloody spilt sound. Chain wrapped around his muzzle can’t emit a natural cry. As the moon watches on and the pine trees sigh. Brave hearted he sought love again this mighty beast of once untold. Gave up his heart to loves chance letting it be taken by a lovers bold. An impossible dream of finding love again. Irreparably damaged heart with chains grinding his soul thin. Breath in slow drawn out measures with head hanging low. Imprisoned to this chain of dried tears in sorrow and woe. Looking to the dark side with no reprieve in sight. Eyes of the forest await hungrily on this dark carnivores night. This shackle wolf once adorned and enlightened in love searching now for a glimpse of White Dove Joel. ------------------------------ The "fowl"=W.D. was intentional I howl a mournful song, that echos within my chambered heart, for all to read? nay for all to feel. |
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Jeremiah Johnson Senior Member
since 2000-06-08
Posts 1223Brooksville, Fl, U.S |
i like this poem alot. and i think it should be part of the book. you state facts in your own way and even give it a meaning keep it up. I'm the lord, I'm the havoc, I'm the soul |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
"An impossible dream of finding love again. Irreparably damaged heart with chains grinding his soul thin." Very touching writing. I don't know what to tell you. Sometimes I believe that love only exist in our dreams yet I have hope that it is real. I understand your desire to wait for a month, a year, some years, yet a lifetime seems too long to me...I have the hope that love travels with us to our new destinations. James |
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Nancee Junior Member
since 2000-06-17
Posts 45Australia |
The wandering soul is compelled to return. |
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Dark_kisses_Within Senior Member
since 2000-03-21
Posts 680Kansas |
Hmmmmm love!! Now thats a tough one. But I dont think I shall get started on that subject.  Great poem Joel!!! Peace< !signature--> So affraid to love you More afraid to lose Clinging to a past that doesnt let me choose Once there was a darkness Deep and endless night You gave me everything you had Ahhhhhhh you gave me the light ..........sang by Sarah M. [This message has been edited by Dark_kisses_Within (edited 06-19-2000).] |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~Joel,...I know that I already commented on this to you via ICQ but, I felt like saying here that I am always telling you that your work is real or moving or whatever,...but I am not sure that I ever tell you that I enjoy reading it. Honestly though,...I do. I have learned so much about you through your writing and this poem just speaks volumes of your heart. Please take care...and keep those fingers of your's flowing ,..those huge  hands on that tiny keyboard....be gentle you. haha. Love ya. *Peace.*BTW,...this was post 777 for me...haha, lucky sevens....let's just hope....for you and me. haha. [This message has been edited by SpitFire (edited 06-19-2000).] |
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Joel the wolf Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333Angels Camp |
Yes your right JJ, my poetry isn't hard to ?? fallow. I often make mistakes on words and there meanings but no one has told me so and I know I have. Part of the book. maybe. If they can stand a poet with bad grammar, no education, and all heart.?? maybe. and big fingers. hahah as spit has said. James, my friend, where have you been?? Yes James it will be impossible for me to love again, I say this with age and knowledge knowing me, I will never do this again, sure I'll play the field but not to this depth. never again. to much pain when it doesn't go right. Nancee, your wandering soul is welcome anytime. Thanks D.K.W. Spit you are a dear soul to me. Yes I understand that about my poems I seem to get more people crying for some. my poems are easy to fallow, it's not a big adventure in mental stress to know what I tell in them, but the pain is almost unbearable, and I try to express it is so many ways, with sound with smell and feel, and ethereal specters. So thank you all for the visit, and the warm comments, and the help in this dark hour of mine. Joel. I howl a mournful song, that echos within my chambered heart, for all to read? nay for all to feel. |
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Justbleu Member Elite
since 1999-08-31
Posts 3329Oregon, Originally From Alaska :) |
Sad, dark, and very very deep!! I liked this!! Bridgette  "Creation of woman from the rib of Man: She was not made from his head to top him; nor out of his feet to be trampled upon by him; but out of his side to be equal with him, under his arm to be protected, and near his heart to be loved." -Unknown |
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Munda Member Elite
since 1999-10-08
Posts 3544The Hague, The Netherlands |
And you expressed yourself very well with this one Joel ! Great poem ! |
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sgreybe Member
since 2000-04-28
Posts 209London, UK |
Dear Joel A fantastic write as always Been a long time, my friend, glad you and all the rest of my deep dark friends are still around |
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Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
as always a wonderful read been writing a long poem so have made fewer replies its posted already even though its still not finished Love Eddie and the cruisers myself i like the lyrics that is where the power lies "WORDS AND MUSIC" Vanguard of the New Movement Behind his polished cedar desk, surrounded by his phones, Sits Blazer Dyke(The yachting type), The vanguard of the clones. The Archetype, The number one,The vanguard of the clones. Crossing over busy street, where noisy traffic drones, Walks Blazer Dyke (without a bike), The vanguard of the clones. The autocrat, The ectomorph, The vanguard of the clones. He strides across the cobbled yard, Where pawn shops offer loans, That Blazer Dyke (Whom i dislike), The vanguard of the clones. The cannibal, The parasite, The vanguard of the clones. He passes through the wicket gate, To churhyards full of bones, That Blazer Dyke (on a midnight hike), The vanguard of the clones. The necrophile, The narcissist, The coprophage, The sybarite, The telepath, The Anti-Christ, The vanguard of the clones. Robert Rankin (The Dance of the Voodoo Handbag) |
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Joel the wolf Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333Angels Camp |
Bridgette, thank you so much, yes sad. Munda, thank you. sgreybe, yes we are still around and you have been missed. As always Mr. Poe. I thank you for your comments, and I'll check out your poem in a few. I howl a mournful song, that echos within my chambered heart, for all to read? nay for all to feel. |
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