Open Poetry #2 |
Ode to Death |
Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
Leafless trees hang low, over cold and silent grave, Dark skies above foreboding, not yet a snowflake shed, Winter hath descended, soon will the land enslave, In grip of icy tentacle, the touch of recent dead. A miser's life devoid of warmth, if not for heat of anger, Grievers haste last requiem, in quest of life's departure, Affections cause not mourner's grief, for hate creates their languor, For in his life bred discontent, now silent wrath incur. Aye, the miser lay in final slumber, beneath a rich man's stone, But in the ground as poor shall lie, for wealth shan't pierce the shroud, As man doth live, so shall he perish, shall live and die alone, As pauper to the worms doth go, beneath foreboding cloud. Heed the death knell of the miser, as passes through time's portal, Lest one betakes themselves too great, in history are all mortal. [This message has been edited by Tim (edited 09-01-99).] |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Absolutely wonderful! Well done, Sir! |
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Lucie Senior Member
since 1999-06-20
Posts 1077Houston |
Love it!! good job |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This reads like one of the classics. Absolutely wonderful with a great message. I thoroughly enjoyed it. |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
en Tim, but I have come to expect no less form you ------------------ "Nobody has measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold" ~Zelda Fitzgerald |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
I'm smiling..... |
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Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
Thank you all for your kind comments. |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
A fine read. So much that I could feel the chill in the air, the breath of cold that is the kiss of wind as it rustles the tree's lostleaves. And see the mist crawling across the ground, shrouding the pale moon of night as it stands vigil over a grave of spite. Thanks for the image. |
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doreen peri Member Elite
since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812Virginia |
Tim, I have always respected and enjoyed your talent... I always love to read your work (I read many more than I comment on).... this one is exceptionally fine. Excellent work. - dp |
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