Open Poetry #1 |
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On Distant Shore |
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Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
I walk along a distant shore, Seeking solace upon yon moor, Where long ago bards penned their craft, As Damsal's swooned and peasants laughed From music of the poet's quill, As sweet as song of whippoorwhill. O' how I yearn from in my breast To summon forth at my behest, Odes of passion, a bard's refrain, So that your love, shall e'er remain. But I am not on distant shore, Nor am I bard from days of yore, But yet I know of what I seek So of my love to you I speak. |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Marvelous! I love this one, Tim! I like the old world feel of it. Shakespeare lives! ![]() |
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leelew Member
since 1999-07-10
Posts 89highmount,ny,usa |
Well Done!!This is one of your best! ------------------ "There are none so blind as those who see only with the mind and not the heart" |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
I like this one Tim......I do have to agree it has a Shakspeare feel to it ------------------ "Nobody has measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold" ~Zelda Fitzgerald |
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Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
Me thinkst the fair maidens are too kind with thy praise... But what the hey... I have never been one to turn down a compliment from a trio of fair maidens.... |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
Well done, Sir! Well Done! Must agree with the deVine One, like the feel very well. |
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