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Impression
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Impression |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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Impression A dead man’s cry, a wise man’s wrong; Two sounds you’ll never match, Whether in song or in a sigh, They’re just not meant to catch. But leave a chill they often will, If you’re caught in their passing… That wrenching tone of too well known Regret slowly amassing. For you know well, within your heart, That melancholy essence… Like a lost art, or private hell – That isolated presence. With eyes grown tired, ambition sired Soon meets with devastation – Slips from your hand, forever damned By your own legislation. Those rules you made to keep guarded, Turned into your own prison. As, discarded, sweet loved decayed To a stir of derision. Behind a wall, that chilling call To govern your own sentence… To stand or fall – to kneel and crawl In your quest for repentance. Until at last, in dying breath; With all about you failing, Greeted by death, you leave the past To its own anguish, wailing… And glide upon the structured dawn Of liberated trust, If from the grave, still yet a slave To a cause believed just! What’s left to say? The world rife With brutal disregard Of human life you see each day, While passing through the yard… The Judas kiss, you know but this; If but on self relying, Upon a wind the angels tend, You’re but a dead man crying. Michael Anderson [This message has been edited by Michael (12-20-2011 08:05 PM).] |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Oh Michael, Michael, Michael... how glad I am to have a grandson who holds your name, although we [you and I] share no blood...I can only hope that in some fine way, in some come what may day, he might share your brilliance for lexis, as I believe he might. You make me remember my first few months at PiP, when another fine writer's angst drew me in so hard that I feared for his life... I just couldn't imagine such darkness. But... I have grown to realize that some people just have to let it out, and let it be, that they might in turn grow in light on their very own. This then, is that very type of poetry upon which I now can read without fear, because I know very, very well, that if you didn't choose life, you wouldn't be writing at all.    Merry Christmas, my dear Poet. You continue to show us all we need to be grateful for. [This message has been edited by Sunshine (12-20-2011 09:27 PM).] |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"The Judas kiss, you know but this; If but on self relying, Upon a wind the angels tend, You’re but a dead man crying." The impact of this is savored on the taste buds of thought. Once again you make an impression, with "Impression". Excellent read Michael. JL Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. Maranatha! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
it's good to let it out, and you do that so well |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
It's that self-reliance and control that's the hardest (for me) to give up. I know you know that about me as well as I know that about myself. There is always something more to what you write, more layers, and the last two stanzas say it all for me. Like a bright light. I have to say though, when I read this I don't do it any justice; you reading it out loud however, yep...makes all the difference in the world. |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
Michael...You have gifted me with a masterpiece from your inner soul this holiday season. Thank you so much. I feel like Sunshine said, this type of poetry is your way of releasing the pain so that you can survive... Paul Happy holiday's to you and the special people in your life. ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I could easily drown in your incredible rhymes, breathing them instead of air... and your painful words provide the tears for complete immersion. And then Sunshine's response?? If I hadn't already planned to put this into my library, I would be saving the thread for that!! Until at last, in dying breath; With all about you failing, Greeted by death, you leave the past To its own anguish, wailing… And glide upon the structured dawn Of liberated trust, If from the grave, still yet a slave To a cause believed just! This leaves a chill, indeed... and makes me wish my arms were longer... Brilliant write! |
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Michael
Moderator
Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
K., I don’t think I have ever been paid as high a compliment as this. That you know and understand I have to write this, when my only other choice is not to write at all, is a great comfort to me… and that you can read this without fear grants me an acceptance not many are capable of giving. I thank you for that. I am honored, not that your grandson holds my name, but that you look for similarities in him and I. Know that if he never resembles me in any way, but holds just a tenth of your character, he will be a great man… not only in my eyes but the eyes of many. I wish you the merriest of Christmases. JL, thank you so much, I’m glad you enjoyed. Dixie, You know what they say: Practice makes perfect… Unfortunately I’ve had years to get it right. Nicole, yep, you do have a stubborn streak not matched by many… but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. I admire you for all you manage to accomplish daily, but even moreso knowing that you have shared some of the darkness that has always stunted me. You are an overcomer, and a inspiration to all around you. I consider myself blessed to have you in my life. Paul, I thank you, my friend. I believe you know a thing or two about survival as well. I wish you the happiest of holidays as well. Ruth, your arms have always reached me, even in the most trying of times. I thank you so much for that. Merry Christmas to all of you, Michael |
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