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By The Dawn

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Michael
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0 posted 06-19-2001 07:20 PM       View Profile for Michael   Email Michael   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Michael

BY THE DAWN


I reach again for human goals to find my dreams denied,
I walk this line of leery souls to see mine's left behind.
I'm told Song is the saving grace, and Time the travesty,
But what sweet verse could e'er replace this dying part of me?

I linger by the testament of images long dead,
But question not emotion spent on words I thought once said.
Nor, holding true the man I am, let I this vision slide;
For in the end who gives a damn when all that's left is Pride?

Oh, Reaper, stand and heed this call, if cryptic in its tune;
I shall not wince, no not at all, should my walkway be strewn
With flowers laced in soft white death - but in knowing the source,
Within the misting baby's breath, would smile in due recourse.

In breathless shivers by the dawn, as Hope reaches the height
Of feral admiration drawn, I only wait for Night.
The symbiotic aftertone, the Bethany of Chance;
I cry to wind and sky, alone, for my deliverance...

But often wonder, times like these, what's going through my head?
...To think that Time could er appease these feelings so well fed.
...To think that I could ever seize the moment in it's wake;
Or Love might find it feasible to end this lifelong ache.

Michael R. Anderson


But dreams of those who dream as I,
Aspiringly, are damned and die.


EAP



[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 06-19-2001).]

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1 posted 06-19-2001 07:25 PM       View Profile for SEA   Email SEA   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for SEA

Michael,
as always your poetry amazes me
and makes me wish I could write like you  
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2 posted 06-19-2001 08:00 PM       View Profile for Honeybee   Email Honeybee   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Honeybee


Oh, Michael, you write so powerfully and intensely.  I applaud you for being such a fine poet.  Your strong words made me feel your pain~

Take care,
Melissa~
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I reach again for human goals to find my dreams denied,
I walk this line of leery souls to see mine's left behind.
I'm told Song is the saving grace, and Time the travesty,
But what sweet verse could e'er replace this dying part of me?

I linger by the testament of images long dead,
But question not emotion spent on words I thought once said.
Nor, holding true the man I am, let I this vision slide;
For in the end who gives a damn when all that's left is Pride?

Oh, Reaper, stand and heed this call, if cryptic in its tune;
I shall not wince, no not at all, should my walkway be strewn
With flowers laced in soft white death - but in knowing the source,
Within the misting baby's breath, would smile in due recourse.
================================


So few poets words...the emote of the words, effect me to the depth yours do...
you have such a gift for writing the emotions, the ache, with such intensity and  stark vivid honesty that the reader feels every word...
(tho I know that gift comes with the writer feeling every word too for having lived it)
your work never fails to move me, and impress me...
This piece of excellence is another jewel in your crown--our endeared prince of darkness.
I swear I could read you till I go blind  

she said I dont know why you ever would lie to me
like I'm a little untrusting when I think that the truth is gonna hurt ya
~MB20~

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4 posted 06-19-2001 08:24 PM       View Profile for Lone Wolf   Email Lone Wolf   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Lone Wolf

Powerful write filled with much insight, Michael.  Nicely done.  

All writing comes
by the grace of God.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

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5 posted 06-19-2001 09:35 PM       View Profile for Skyfyre   Email Skyfyre   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Skyfyre

Hmm ... so THIS is what you do when I'm at work ...  

Haunting, my dear.


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Perfect poetry is hard to find, except when YOU are around.  
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7 posted 06-19-2001 10:11 PM       View Profile for snowpants   Email snowpants   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit snowpants's Home Page   View IP for snowpants

'In breathless shivers by the dawn, as Hope reaches the height
Of feral admiration drawn, I only wait for Night.
The symbiotic aftertone, the Bethany of Chance;
I cry to wind and sky, alone, for my deliverance...

But often wonder, times like these, what's going through my head?
...To think that Time could er appease these feelings so well fed.
...To think that I could ever seize the moment in it's wake;
Or Love might find it feasible to end this lifelong ache.'

My words could never do your work justice, but this is absolutely incredible...such fantastic expression of these feelings, Michael!  I am in awe of such excellently chosen words...I love this...

sp  

I hopelessly, helplessly, wonder why
Everything gotta change around me
Id tell it to your face,
But you lost your face along the way...

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8 posted 06-20-2001 12:15 AM       View Profile for Jeffrey Carter   Email Jeffrey Carter   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Jeffrey Carter

Michael, oh dear sweet Michael, if I lost all ability to read somehow overnight I would count myself blessed just for having the chance to read your words. You should definitely consider publishing a book of your works. No modern poet today (in my opinion) has the gift of weave and rhyme so much as you. I am, as always, left in awe at how easily your words flow and congregate together. I hope this posting finds you well my dear friend. May God bless you and yours.

Jeffrey
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Michael, I can't come up with another creative response, because they have all been said. This is just incredible.
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"soft white death" is stunning, the entire piece well done!

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I'm going to Ireland in 2002!" Kathleen.

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"The symbiotic aftertone, the Bethany of Chance;
I cry to wind and sky, alone, for my deliverance..."

Your phrasing and flow are exceptional Michael. I so enjoy your work, not only for the beauty in it's form, but for the somehow odd relation I feel through your words. You place this ache to words so incredibly well ... powerful and raw emotions, and so beautifully written. Take care ....

Best wishes,
/Kit
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As verbose as I am ordinarily accused of being, this talented piece leaves me slack jawed and speechless. Am I allowed to be jealous?
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13 posted 06-20-2001 01:57 PM       View Profile for Michael   Email Michael   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Michael

I'd like to say thank you all for the kind and somewhat overwhelming replies here.  I wish I had time to thank you each individually but I'm running late today.
Michael
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14 posted 06-20-2001 02:02 PM       View Profile for suthern   Email suthern   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for suthern

If you'd written only the last line, you'd have my rapt attention... As it is, it's punctuation for perfection. *S* I think this is one of my favorites, Michael... and that's saying a lot! *S*
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Silly silly me...
forgot to click the treasure box when I was here last...
for this one tis a keeper.  
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All the above

Thanks
Connie
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Michael~

'In breathless shivers by the dawn, as Hope reaches the height
Of feral admiration drawn, I only wait for Night.
The symbiotic aftertone, the Bethany of Chance,
I cry to wind and sky, alone, for my deliverance...


Brillance undertoned in beauty ... lovely combination.
~*Marge*~

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18 posted 06-21-2001 12:57 AM       View Profile for Michael   Email Michael   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Michael

suthern, I have to say that is the first compliment I have ever received on punctuation and I can't tell you how good that makes me feel... That is something I always worry over.  TY  

Janet, I'll forgive you this time  

Connie, TY - I'm glad you enjoyed.

Marge, A high compliment - thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Michael
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19 posted 06-23-2001 11:20 PM       View Profile for redwriter1   Email redwriter1   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for redwriter1

I can't believe I missed this, but I only found it while searching on someone else's name and they replied to your poem.

I didn't know their were people who still wrote with such elegance.

Wonderfully done! My compliments.
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20 posted 06-24-2001 09:50 PM       View Profile for MARK V SHELDON   Email MARK V SHELDON   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit MARK V SHELDON's Home Page   View IP for MARK V SHELDON

Wow.  I will let the meaning sink in later, but let me commend you on the exquisite form of this work!  It is very rare today to find a poem that feels like a classic.  I look forward to reading more of your works.

-MVS

"If you think you know it all, you have a lot to learn."

"Everyone can hear;  few can listen."

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21 posted 08-24-2005 10:46 PM       View Profile for Mysteria   Email Mysteria   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Mysteria

To think that I could ever seize the moment in it's wake;
Or Love might find it feasible to end this lifelong ache.

It is the emotions one feels, and you can stir them like no other.  I missed some I see, so JM is kinding feeding them through thanks, JM.
 
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