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Composite Humanity (feeble effort at free verse)
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Composite Humanity (feeble effort at free verse) |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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Composite Humanity (free verse) Posted by Gunslinger There is something about the taste of that first cup of coffee Even the early morning halitosis of the the one you love- The faint vertigo when you first get out of bed- For fleeting moments....it is almost like a re-birth. Indeed! As the sun sheds it's life giving rays upon the earth- It is the beginning of a new life. Yesterday is as dead as ??? Robert Burns? Alfred, Lord Tennyson? Shakespeare? Tomorrow belongs to our children: we cannot borrow of it's sunshine. There is something about looking in the mirror And seeing the advance of age, erecting it's ramparts, entrenching It is laying siege to the stronghold of life, and youth. We tell ourselves that the lines graven thereon depict character- Alas! They merely reveal the passage of time, and innocence, Of lessons learned, and failing grades in the school of life. Loves lost, fortunes squandered, families buried, comrades departed And worst of all...the sad truth about ourselves, our lives are vanity There is something about taking pen in hand As the words burst forth, a catharisis of the soul- All that we were, ever could be, and ever aspired to be Meld to make the poet, the writer of verse, the artist in ink- Situations, characters come to life in words, they live, love, and die But not so long as there breathes the soul who has read and retained Tarzan, Lord Greystoke; John Oakhurst, gambler; Tell Sackett- These and a thousand more characters serve to mold And make us what we are......composite humanity. |
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