Open Poetry #1 |
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High Noon |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla ![]() |
High Noon A dinosaur of old bones, Fills my boots and feeds my roots Grumbling out the overtones. The sun is up, it's high noon Sweat runs blind like pastured sheep In my mind a childish tune. Humming sweats of sanity Festering on streets of fear and Feeding wolves of vanity. And ego clowns in minion, Offering up wild daffodils, While watching o'er dominion. |
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Wolfgang Member
since 1999-05-24
Posts 124Hamilton, Ont. Canada |
I read and read and read some more and it dawns on me that this is no simple tune! Well worth pondering over. Cleverly done. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Wolfgang, The tune is simple, not the song. Thank you for the read and comment. |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Awesome... ![]() |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Nan, It's you that are awesome. *L* |
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