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Autumn Ironies |
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cosmic-duality Junior Member
since 2003-11-24
Posts 14 |
Caned men walk, becoming woven images in the tapestry of Novembers decay Earth and sky cease their rituals of love, and Orphan their offspring to sleep The bus roars by, risen dust follows The men and women are cramped on the inside Clinging to love, to loves By now the young children are broken in by school Crippled eyes begin to see random chaos Our malice of modernity The seagulls, thin in companions Cry unto sullen earth, Finally heard about the dead And framed as individual creations When the doldrums of day grow dogmatic And ones drooped eye needs it, The wind will raise a single leaf From the hoard, to the sky You shall wish it to heaven, You shall smile, for not even a leaf can die The benevolence of a windily benign park Flavours our outcast citizen The widow and the widower, feed Starved pigeons stale bread To fill a void with the hungry, That fly, O fly away once fed Such is November’s and December’s fusion When youth and bloom are an optical confusion |
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PsychoticBunni Member
since 2003-10-03
Posts 162Mythical Atlantis |
description is a wonderful power. be glad that you have it. wonderful and vivid were the pictures you created. and yes optical illusions fill the lives of us young ones during these months of winter. Meg tragedy is cutting your finger. comedy is falling into an open sewer and dying. |
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Greeneyes  
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
Hi and Welcome to Passion, we are indeed glad you are here.....this is a beautiful first post, and will look forward to more... please check your email for a special greeting Kindly Greeneyes~ True poems rest between the words |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Welcome to Passions~ A most intriguing first post~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
First, welcome. Enjoyed your premiere. Especially liked: "Caned men walk, becoming woven images in the tapestry of Novembers decay Earth and sky cease their rituals of love, and Orphan their offspring to sleep The bus roars by, risen dust follows The men and women are cramped on the inside Clinging to love, to loves By now the young children are broken in by school Crippled eyes begin to see random chaos" |
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cosmic-duality Junior Member
since 2003-11-24
Posts 14 |
I want to thank you all who enjoyed reading my first poem posted, this warm welcome is just the thing I need to boost my confidence. once again thanks to all of you. |
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