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Panning for Gold |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla 
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Repost: Panning for gold A man paints his face in sorrow, From a kit of borrow. A tear, a frown, a sad embrace, Macabre he lines his face. Molds it, but his eyes still twinkle, Like a Rip Van Winkle. Draws the lines in black of mourn, The face of sad is born. The mirrors image sets the mood. A sad and somber brood. He nods consent of glooms display And stores the kit away. He hides behind a closed curtain,. Fearful and uncertain. Stumbles forward in raucous view, His awkward fall a rue. The audience roars in laughter. Howls fly to the rafters. His eyes stare out sympathy clouds, For mercy from the crowd. Then antics follow in pursuit, Honks and blows his red snoot. And then to every ones surprise Squirts water out his eyes. He sadly turns his gloomy head, Lays down, curls up like dead Waving hilarity away. Their ludicrous display. He is an alchemist of old, Turning sad into gold. Making from his own disaster, Gold, of human laughter. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
A man paints his face in sorrow, From a kit of borrow.  A tear, a frown, a sad embrace, Macabre he lines his face. Molds it, but his eyes still twinkle, Like a Rip Van Winkle. Draws the lines in black of mourn, The face of sad is born. The mirrors image sets the mood. A sad and somber brood. He nods consent of glooms display And stores the kit away. He hides behind a closed curtain,. Fearful and uncertain. Stumbles forward in raucous view, His awkward fall a rue. ======================================= Morning Stinkylove  This clever poem of analogy made me draw parallels to the way we can hide our "face" and our true emotions behind the computer screen and paint on a smile with our poetry...or in other cases...the poetry will be the true reflection of our mood that we may try to hide. As they say..."the tears of a clown" .... see how you make us think and read between the lines my poet of wisdom and rhyme now Im off to see what I missed yesterday while my computer is still in a good mood *L* very cool poem of imagery here Sy-babes.  me |
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Jamie Member Elite
since 2000-06-26
Posts 3168Blue Heaven |
we could all use his panacea at some time or other. very cool poem seymour. enjoyed it, thanks There is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Most curiously, as I read this, I saw come before me the face of a clown, and Emmett Kelly came to mind. I truly drew a parellel between his life and this poem... what a weaver you are, our Sy... |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
MrProspector~ You have hit the Mother-Lode with this one~ 'but his eyes still twinkle, Like a Rip Van Winkle' 'He is an alchemist of old, Turning sad into gold. Making from his own disaster, Gold, of human laughter.' Stunningly mined~ Love ya' *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
a new favorite of mine from you...so delicately and patiently hewn, this SINGS and can be SEEN--a vivid image with soft words...very difficult to do. I love it. |
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strbbux Member Elite
since 2001-12-19
Posts 3859 |
oh how I love the last verse. "He is an alchemist of old, Turning sad into gold. Making from his own disaster, Gold, of human laughter." wonderful writing, floria |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
Oh my you leave me in awe of your talent...this is a keeper...into my library you go. **big hugs**  Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams. |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
Very nice, Seymour.... He is an alchemist of old, Turning sad into gold. Making from his own disaster, Gold, of human laughter. only a very special person could have conceived of a verse like that.  copyright2001 Lyra Nesius |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
This is good, Seymour, really good... 'Fiction is the truth inside the lie.' ~Stephen King |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(smiles) Ooohhhhhhhh...this is a true golden treasure, sweet friend, I love how you always parallel emotions and visions through your words, you are soooooooo talented! (big hugggssssss) I love it, sweet friend! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Seymour, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
JM, Each person feels different about each word that is read and different about each phrase that is said, but you are the only one that reads what is in my heart and I marvel at the art. WW R S Jamie, Thanks for the cool. Sunshine, Sweet sunshine, *L Marge, Hugs and kisses back. Serenity, Can't ask for more than that. *L* Strbbux, Thanks for the wonderful. Startime, Thanks for the hugs, sending kisses back, *L* Madame C, wonderful comment, thank you. Kathleen, Thank you for the really. *L* Noah, Thank you faithful reader. |
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