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What will be my fate
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What will be my fate |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla 
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What will be my fate I dwell upon relationships Of those within my diadem. On the sanity and the pain Of salt and pepper dusting them. I think on those inner prods And the terrors and the tolls. Judge upon the constant drives And the tortures and controls? I dwell upon the spawning rose And on the thorn supported stem. The wondrous beauty scented bud The dangers of collecting them. I ponder female parallels Their sculptured forms and of their fates. Watch their swirling impasse eddies Avoid the thorns of dogma states. And I puzzle, how will be my vend And what will be my fate and end. |
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snow in summer Member
since 1999-08-28
Posts 67 |
ahhhhhh so women hold fate in your hands do they???... when you get swept up in them... I knew it, I just knew it...! :-)) i like the image of impasse eddies. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
I read this twice and really liked it--your unusual words and style are great. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
But if it weren't for females life would be so boooooring for you guys...right...? And.....well who would keep you on your toes, keeping your brain and heart in tip-top shape....huh...well...huh?  Just kidding! Great poem! ------------------ Denise |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Snow, Impasse eddies can really mess you up, thanks for the comments. Martie, Thank you for the doubble read. Denice, My heart, brain and toes have settled in my finger tips. |
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