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Where the wild things cry
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Where the wild things cry |
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Bagger Vance Member
since 2006-02-01
Posts 108Aotearoa |
remember heavy clothes when the neighborhood only sold dead branch weave that we talked about the days when the weather was lost in wallflowers raised eyebrows and crosses to fend off your deepbottom phoenix I saw their need to glorify quicksand for it was more then a watering hole but a way of life........period love was a hardware habit that rewarded hand and pocket because they knew no other gods and they proudly produce a manual for the hearth and another for the other side of the front door which they bought from some lost antique dealer you saw little of the sun cause it got tired of shining on pretend coins and decided to follow nixon after all to china my thoughts are the same now as they've always been i never stopped gathering reeds so i can drift down that hidden nile and maybe just maybe overtake baby moses on my way to your bedroom window wild colors always shone through your most sorrowful look because fire was made for burning and it never stopped burning in you thing is every tear they caused was a curse to their hands and noah never smiled bigger when he found his lot to drive nails into his ark with hands that been doing a lot of using .......who's the user now? you'll always be my wild and as the seasons come and go if tears are to run let it be mine all tore up if cries are to be uttered let it be my voice in the wilderness proclaiming your beauty which done took care of this recon pacer BV © Copyright 7.2005 White Gold Wielder |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Wow! That was quite a ride through history ~ and your heart! Uniquely creative ~ and fascinating! Have a glorious day!  EA |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Bagger~ 'you saw little of the sun cause it got tired of shining on pretend coins' A little snippet of poetry, within the poetry~ This is a pondering thought that seems to want to splash in my ink-of-think~ I 'may' let it~ Marvelous penning, poet~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~ |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
BV "wild colors always shone through your most sorrowful look because fire was made for burning and it never stopped burning in you" I sure wouldn't mind if someone said that about me! Enjoyed you here! |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
This is very good. I had stopped midway then came back. There is a certain tone throughout. The words create a mood that endures. Again, very good. Read it again. I would very much like your permission to include this in my file of poems by others. John |
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Bagger Vance Member
since 2006-02-01
Posts 108Aotearoa |
sure John... that's fine |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"love was a hardware habit that rewarded hand and pocket because they knew no other gods" You amaze me Bagger. What a way with words... and thoughts. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Bagger, this is a very interesting piece, and it's a  ... ps-I liked the way you weave in the "message." |
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Bagger Vance Member
since 2006-02-01
Posts 108Aotearoa |
heart felt thanks to all of you my poet friends for your stop bys and kind words White Gold Wielder |
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