Open Poetry #50 |
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Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
all the grand illusions that went before the playful art of want to be the talus brings back memories we make our own faults to be concerned with a midnight eye upon which we fall down laughing. once there was a moon I could see that faced this world and made me, me Once there was a path I walked that was deadly yet out I came to force the valley of shadows along we became deaths friend all singing the songs ludicrous takes of a wasted land that bore our lives wanting more always more to hells angels we have wrought the poison of love we always felt between the incinerator of the cities streets well, gladly we say for all to see. yet once, again once I would swap my tears for a chance to hold court with you in the dinge of a ruby glassed bar talking about the nonsense we all have found. |
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augustsky Senior Member Posts 828 midwest US |
MG, I enjoyed your metaphors, & I thought it was interesting the use of "talus", also really liked this.."for a chance to hold court with you in the dinge of a ruby glassed bar" Sky~ ~ Cherish Everything ~ |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
enjoyed it all by loved . . . "yet once, again once I would swap my tears for a chance to hold court with you in the dinge of a ruby glassed bar talking about the nonsense we all have found." j. |
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