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I Spy (repost) |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state 
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I spy from basalt cratered rims clinging to an alien moonscape of volcanic awe, tinkering at gemstones cased in raw. I spy with tiger eyes through rose coloured lenses are my fortunes denied? Soldiers spied with naked eyes through topaz glitter, as civilians tittered, some had lied. "tinker tailor soldier spy"! The tailor spied up ladies legs, to take a measure he'd look too high! Oh, how the blind reach high. They spy too in hot pursuit of hidden loot "tinker tailor soldier spy"! Observers of lost conquests of gemstone dies. all spy through rose coloured lenses and in the end no recompense. They blindly pry and spy in from the cold and out to starlit nights, with lustful cries: "tinker, tailor, soldier, spy"! Spying through gemstone eyes diamonds raining from on high, in hot pursuit of golden grails of silver trails to any avail? I spy with a magic eye through precious gems my mind's a glitter why be bitter...if life is tinker tailor soldier...spy! |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
Writing so much fantasy as I do...I guess I have rose coloured glasses...but even though I lose myself in fantasy I have eyes that see and ears that hear and understand much that is going on in our world...Wonderful and powerful poem...I love the way it made me think. **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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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
I have yet to finish reading all those angel passages you sent, but will get down to it. You've touched on an interesting perspective of how we let appearances rule us  |
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