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Perseverence (with Cpat Hair) |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn 
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What then of Michael Would he not want to lay his burden down the way we sometimes do? Has he never been tempted to finally, lay his sword against the wall and strip the mail shirt from under his robes? Doesn't he tire of weeping for us? I've never understood how Father Philip found the heart to deal with those young men who around me had made the same decisions I had but had gotten caught and faced the ire of local cops who themselves were tired or paid to turn another cheek His mail was never set aside but was filled with written pleas for mercy that young Johnny be set free or shown lenience He was, after all, a good boy And Michael had seen millions of them from Cain and Abel and onward, throughout the ages All of them gravitating to the edge separating the pasture from the abyss to walk, arms akimbo, balancing along the rim Then, fall blindly into the emerald of his wings or screaming into dark and tormenting regret for only the rarest could walk the length When Father Philip died I wept for the many who would not know his way of seeing good in others without the weariness I knew must stalk his nights overtaking him in the middle of prayer to the God he so believed was good And he sees them too, the rare I fell long ago from Grace and turned my face unable to live up to the good father's ways I learned to curse The ones still walking yet I hear wings |
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Decaflame Senior Member
since 2001-05-11
Posts 1635 |
GADS... What a combo... the voices lay over each other so well... |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
"When Father Philip died I wept for the many who would not know his way of seeing good in others without the weariness I knew must stalk his nights overtaking him in the middle of prayer to the God he so believed was good And he sees them too, the rare I fell long ago from Grace and turned my face unable to live up to the good father's ways I learned to curse The ones still walking yet I hear wings" WOW!! An amazing duet Ed and Ron! Would love to see you two do another.. this is outstanding! ~Autumn..the year's last, loveliest smile.~ |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
wranx yet I hear wings Delight to read. |
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babygirlwlove Senior Member
since 2004-10-10
Posts 1180New York City |
::brava:: some mighty-fine writing here... love&light, **babygirL** **Intoxicant to the SouL** |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
"I learned to curse The ones still walking yet I hear wings" Me too!  |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Excellent job, gentlemen. I don't remember seeing a duet from the two of you before, but it is certainly something we should all be graced with again...soon! |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
yet I hear wings WOW, applause.. both of you...I'm in heaven!  Maree. Oh, you speak to me in riddles |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Lord Michael has a mighty tall order but he is forever en guarde. You write as well together as you each do on your own. An impressive collaboration by two poetic titans!  Love and Archangel Light, EA |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Thanks to everyone for reading and for taking the time to leave such nice comments Thanks also to Ron, who made some sense from this. |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
Couldn't quite turn away could you? Good. John |
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S Arthur Grey Senior Member
since 2001-03-19
Posts 719woven by a poet's loom |
Can I be envious? Very interesting, guys. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
His mail was never set aside but was filled with written pleas for mercy that young Johnny be set free or shown lenience He was, after all, a good boy And Michael had seen millions of them from Cain and Abel and onward, throughout the ages All of them gravitating to the edge separating the pasture from the abyss to walk, arms akimbo, balancing along the rim Then, fall blindly into the emerald of his wings or screaming into dark and tormenting regret for only the rarest could walk the length When Father Philip died I wept for the many who would not know his way of seeing good in others without the weariness I knew must stalk his nights overtaking him in the middle of prayer to the God he so believed was good And he sees them too, the rare =================================== take 2 masters of pen and verse...and we get poetic brilliance... still waters run deep poet sirs...and you and this does indeed.  So glad I didnt miss this!! Poetry is emotion put into measure. |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
every time that you two duet I am sure I will be here to read.. do it again soon please... The greatest beauty on earth, is |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
 Well done!!! "cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind" |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Oh, wow... I knew when I saw the names of the authors that I was in for a treat... Please, guys... feel free to do this again sometime, anytime... Excellent write! *S* |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
well I'll be damned...(maybe literally) but this is sheer poetic brilliance nothing less, of course, is expected from the likes of two of my favorite masterful word artists (bowing here, and bending over to pick up that feather you left for my library) |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
(chuckling).. Ed... don't be telling people stories that aren't true.. you and I both know the final edit was yoursa and you are the one who put this into something that made sense... Dude... the magic of your pen and the depths of your heart shine in this.. and it truly was MY honor to write with you.. thank you.. sincerely |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
ahh, the wonder of that fluttering . . . this is just beautiful you guys . . . it reads like a fable . . . the moral being that we are all most human. I am amazed. |
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