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The House |
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ivordavies Senior Member
since 2007-01-10
Posts 739Chester, England 
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The House. The house stood lonely on the hill Its shadows long, in moonlights spill An eerie wind that makes bones chill Echoes of souls that scream out shrill ~ To tell the pain that they had borne When in this place their bodies torn Then broken, left in hell to mourn And never see another dawn ~ In their chains and shackles bound Down darkest dungeons they were found Their bones and rags upon the ground And here they stay, still hanging round ~ To meet and greet with lonesome moan Those who dare their prison roam With croaks from throat and creaks from bone From spending centuries on their own ~ I wish that I could free their plight That I could change the wrongs to right To rest their souls and end their fight And make their peace, this very night ~ I hope that one, alas not me Can come and set their nightmare free If that God's will… then it shall be But maybe not this century Ivor G Davies The moment created this second, is a moment that's going to last. It lives the full spectrum of time, the future, the present and past. |
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JeffD Junior Member
since 2007-02-06
Posts 28CT |
That was a great poem. I really loved the feeling and tghe tone throughout. The rhymes to me did not seem forced either which was a real treat. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
felt like i was there! |
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Beatrice Boyle Member
since 2006-12-06
Posts 438 |
Now that's a Halloween poem if I ever heard one Ivor...I could hear the chains clanging and the moaning in the background. Boo!  Seriously...well done...as only you can tell it! Bea |
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ivordavies Senior Member
since 2007-01-10
Posts 739Chester, England |
This poem was actually one of my first and was born out of a personally frustration when a spiritual rescue journey I was making was beyond my capability. In the back of my mind it always reminds me of Auschwitz, the location is different, the terrors of lost souls is the same.... Thank you all for your responses and sorry to have burdened you with the 'serious' side to this.... Ivor |
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