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Subtle Deceptions |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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Subtle Deceptions Inside these ears, fallen by chance, Rings the elegy for my muse. It is why I no longer dance, Still sometimes I can't refuse. My mercurial love, a deathtrap, Slowly gives way to creation... Memory bleeding to a deathrap Upon deep exhalation. A crazy sonnet, this fool's first choice, The temporary high but a ruse... The Dark Angel guiding my voice Shows I've nothing to lose. This precious chattel, a pirouette On the immaculate conception... My Minerva, a Sunday minuet, Whispers of subtle deception. Penned on parchment, the pulse of it Articulates failure to thrive. Blended in blues, I just can't commit To passions I no longer derive. Still shadows and safety nets, it appears, Hold no sway o'er the titles for Time. The minutes, the hours, the days, the years Never pardon me of the crime. Michael Anderson [This message has been edited by Michael (06-01-2014 02:05 PM).] |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I remember when I felt the same emotions of which you write about, Michael. It took a log time, but just a few days ago I finally forgave the last person I needed to in order to straighten my house up. ~*~ Your past is just a story. Once you realize this, it has no power over you. ~*~ |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
Well rhymed and well written, flowing nicely...the subject matter is a conjecture....perhaps a plea for forgiveness for a past deed? We cannot be human if we are so hard on ourselves, we live human not immortal lives, so we need to look out for ourselves...enjoyed the read... Goldenrose/ Peace is not only better than war, but infinitely more arduous - George - Bernard Shaw. |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Lol, I think I shot this one right over your heads. This is a poem about writing poetry when you have absolutely nothing worth writing about... the unforgiveable crime being the words which, once penned, can never be taken back. Thank you for the replies, and the concern though, Jerry & Goldenrose.  Michael |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
The Dark Angel guiding my voice Shows I've nothing to lose. If you keep following that voice you will always be able to write something worthwhile. I miss reading in here, and will try to catch up on all the poetry you have gifted us. |
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Michael
Moderator
Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Mysteria, know that you are missed here as well. Great to see you. Michael |
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