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bsquirrel
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0 posted 05-29-2000 12:19 AM       View Profile for bsquirrel   Email bsquirrel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for bsquirrel

Dulcinea. I finally looked up the name
To find out what it meant.
Right between dulcimer and dulia;
Lap harps, convocations for lost angels.

Dulcinea: a coarse girl, a peasant,
Mistaken as beautiful by a madman.
He thought windmills were giants.
(in a way, they are)

Their blades play shadows on your face;
Your downturned, look-away-from-me face.
The air here is cold. But with the sun rising
It can be a church.

I've set out chairs in the grass, empty
Chairs devoid of their warmth. No one sits
Except the light from the sun and the wind
From the blades. The dulcimer twangs.

Father -- why did you do this?
I'm not speaking of god.
But the man who so ungently
Took you, tore you away.

Now you think you are unbeautiful.
Now you think me a madman.
So I bow my head and remember in prayer
What I learned on my own.

We all need our crutches to stand tall and free and happily alone.

I look back up, the windmill has stopped,
The shadow a cross in the silent grass.
The empty chairs are all that's there,
And I feel free at last.

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1 posted 05-29-2000 12:45 AM       View Profile for Janet Marie   Email Janet Marie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Janet Marie

Dulcinea. I finally looked up the name
To find out what it meant.
Right between dulcimer and dulia;
Lap harps, convocations for lost angels.
-----------------
Their blades play shadows on your face;
Your downturned, look-away-from-me face.
The air here is cold. But with the sun rising
It can be a church.
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Now you think you are unbeautiful.
Now you think me a madman.
So I bow my head and remember in prayer
What I learned on my own.

We all need our crutches to stand tall and free and happily alone.

I look back up, the windmill has stopped,
The shadow a cross in the silent grass.
The empty chairs are all that's there,
And I feel free at last.
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what you are is an exceptional poet...
(please allow me this one worship)  
this poem is amazing Mike, truly
man, i love when you when you write like this
later cool gator
bs/jm
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2 posted 05-29-2000 12:54 AM       View Profile for bsquirrel   Email bsquirrel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for bsquirrel

Boy, Butterfly Slippers, *I*'ll guess you liked it: you stuttered the end of your reply.   Thanks for reading and for enjoying. I'll make sure to return the favor tonight. (about time, wouldn't you say?)

Mike
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b you always silence me in awe man yuh yuh
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4 posted 05-29-2000 01:02 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

I found hope here.

Thank you.
bsquirrel
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5 posted 05-29-2000 01:04 AM       View Profile for bsquirrel   Email bsquirrel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for bsquirrel

walt,
Always a pleasure. You know, a whole bunch of poets here should get together and meet sometime. Provided you all come to California -- what, you think I'm gonna fly all over the United States and elsewhere? No, YOU do that.   Thanks for reading.

S'en,
Anytime.

Mike

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Kit McCallum
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6 posted 05-29-2000 08:28 AM       View Profile for Kit McCallum   Email Kit McCallum   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Kit McCallum

Very thought-provoking verse Mike, I found myself reading it twice ... nicely done.  I particularly enjoyed your final verse ... it was a wonderful culmination to complete your thoughts.

Best wishes,
/Kit
Sudhir Iyer
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7 posted 05-29-2000 08:56 AM       View Profile for Sudhir Iyer   Email Sudhir Iyer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Sudhir Iyer

The empty chairs are all that's there,
And I feel free at last.


..... nice work mike, really enjoyed what you portray here...

Regards, sudhir

 Life is like a painting,
That in an art gallery is left hanging,
Though many come just to look at it,
A very few actually come to enjoy it.
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8 posted 05-29-2000 09:30 AM       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

Mike~
I enjoyed this.
~*Marge*~


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9 posted 05-29-2000 04:10 PM       View Profile for bsquirrel   Email bsquirrel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for bsquirrel

Thanks, all.

Mike
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10 posted 05-29-2000 04:32 PM       View Profile for brian madden   Email brian madden   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for brian madden

WOW Bsquirrel, I love the images in this,

Their blades play shadows on your face;
Your downturned, look-away-from-me face.
The air here is cold. But with the sun rising
It can be a church.

I've set out chairs in the grass, empty
Chairs devoid of their warmth. No one sits
Except the light from the sun and the wind
From the blades. The dulcimer twangs.

I am not totally sure as to what the poem is about. I shall read it again, still the emotions are quiet haunting and the images are powerful. great poem.

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"Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? "
Douglas Adams.

"Here chewing your tail is joy"

Richey Edwards

"Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time".

Baltimore Grotto

"Do not listen to a word I say
Just listen to what I can keep silent"

Nicky Wire

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11 posted 05-29-2000 08:13 PM       View Profile for Martie   Email Martie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Martie's Home Page   View IP for Martie

Very stirring poem that touched the inner twang in me.  Well done!
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12 posted 05-29-2000 08:52 PM       View Profile for bsquirrel   Email bsquirrel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for bsquirrel

brian,
It's very private, so the only clues you get from me are the ones already in the poem.   Glad you enjoyed.

Martie,
Just as long as the twang didn't break any strings.

Mike
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13 posted 05-29-2000 09:48 PM       View Profile for Poet deVine   Email Poet deVine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Poet deVine

Wonderful poem....my heart stopped at the last verse..thank you for sharing this with us..  
 
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