Open Poetry #48 |
For the babies |
EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
Once thriving on trellis detached by winds blown by the moring glory from her throne, in abstract pieces blues the fields that yearn for Sunday sermon lay down your petrified tears your bayonets and nightmares of Perdition the great Earth's womb will heal your broken bones and shelter from the demon's interception. [This message has been edited by EmmaRose (05-20-2013 08:36 AM).] |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I hear you loud and clear, EmmaRose, but I fear there will be few takers of this peace plan. We humans have the blood of the past in our veins to continue the slaughters. It's a shame, but it is a fact. ~*~ PMS jokes aren't funny, period. ~*~ |
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Lighthousebob Member Elite
since 2000-06-14
Posts 4725California |
Though I saw your fields of blue as being melancholy, no Sunday sermon, I do believe your poem, for the babies, compliments the fields of white. Enjoyed! |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Wonderfully done, my friend. I agree with both Jerry and Bob ... and you, of course. j. |
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Kit McCallum
Administrator
Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
What a lovely world it would be if we could heal in this way. Much enjoyed your peace filled thoughts in this EmmaRose. Best wishes, /Kit |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice...James |
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