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A butterfly is my soul
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A butterfly is my soul |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla 
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A butterfly is my soul Words like birds in essence fly. Whispering breaths that I sigh. Racing through the never rue. A never ever wall to through. In image that your heart would trace. In image that would fill the space. In image of the poets dream. In image of that soul I mean. A place much like the Ibsen tell A place were lovers do so well. A place within another world, A place that yet to be unfurled. The essence of a lonely drift. The essence of a lonely lift. The half life of a spasm. Crossing over the chasm. Whom has not dreamt this way, In momentary castaway? Searching for gossamer things Riding winds on gossamer wings? I fly once more in search a door, To seek the true of truth once more. Trying things my mind would goal, Using the wings of my soul. |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Sy, The truth now looks you in the eye In dappled wing of butterfly And though you look, you may not see But when you see, then tell to me Beautiful poetry, as usual Elizabeth |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Nicely done as always Seymore  |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
The reading of a document, Is not the all of what it meant. Between the lines live little things, That toll the bell the psyche rings. And when I find that little door, I will lead you through the core. |
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Denise
Moderator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
On gossamer your soul soars high As gentle as a butterfly Adrift upon the springtime breeze Wings flutter with such graceful ease In meadow fair o'er hill and glen You drift aloft and bless again With ev'ry word from your pen wrought Those walls it seems have only taught A little higher, friend, to fly There is no limit to the sky To any door you hold the key To open it poetic'ly Across the chasm wide you sail Portraying truth - you never fail On gossamer soar ever high As gentle as that butterfly. Another great poem Seymour! You keep writing, I'll keep reading! ------------------ Denise |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
WOW! DENISE! What a beautiful tribute! You and Sy are on a whole different poetic plane, which only our spirits can endeavor, but not our pens. Elizabeth |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Oh Sy, I sigh when I feel your pen in my heart the scratching of you, Sir Poet tears my words apart... and denise, the rhythm and the rhyme leave me gasping one more time for I see both sides, wide and true for I have poets in both of you. Complementary are both worlds living side by side now make room for the rest of us so that we may join in the ride. ------------------ Sunshine Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Hoot, I thank you for your bouquet. Denise, How could I not confrere The fairest of the fair declare. Your arrow has struck my heart From the first word to the ending part. Just beautiful my dear. *L* Sunshine, You fly with us and spread the sun Without you we would be undone. *L* |
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Pepper Member Elite
since 1999-08-19
Posts 3079Southern Florida |
Certainly beautiful Sy....'sigh' Bravo!! And to the ladies...Bravo...just wonderful!! ------------------ A soul that writes from the heart and shares it, truly gives a gift extraordinaire! |
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Julie Senior Member
since 1999-08-20
Posts 739Houston, TX |
Breath-taking Seymour! ------------------ Julie ------------------------- Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss it, you will land among the stars.~Les Brown~ |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Candelabra Where once brigades of light did light, The darkest times of darkest night, Teardrop candles, remain abreast, In dust, the candelabra rest. Where light and music made a ball And phantoms danced upon the wall, And where whispers behind a fan, Gave mention of a courtesan. Where dreams gave birth to fantasy, Desires to sensibility, A world of boldness, care and dare, A time of time beyond compare. In dust, the candelabras rest, Each teardropped candle, cold abreast. Time's once sweet morrow, dried e'er more: I rise in sorrow, close the door. |
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Pepper Member Elite
since 1999-08-19
Posts 3079Southern Florida |
Exquisite Sy...oh my... ------------------ A soul that writes from the heart and shares it, truly gives a gift extraordinaire! |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Pepper and Julie, I made an oop's I put it in the wrong place. But I'm surely glad you liked it. God bless. |
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Denise
Moderator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
I'm glad you liked it, Seymour! You too, ladies! ------------------ Denise |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Breathless wow... 'The true of truth'...lovely Sy, just lovely. |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Faced once more with poem of ball And phantom distant candle call And faced with poet's curious rhyme Of unknown words between the line Then other poets try too hard To read between the dancer's line And silhuettes upon the wall Are too unclear the mind to call A candalabra on the floor Could mean a ball for nevermore Could mean a myriad of things Of nevermore and never things But too confused this poet's mind Interpretation's view to find Must be explained on tablet clear Each line defined for poets ear In written verse or written prose The writing writ must so disclose The anwers to, the meaning of A beautious poem of former love For I who love good poetry Must understand the words I see And will not sleep another night Until I see the poem's light So please I beg you write a rhyme But not between, just on the line And post it on a tablet lit That I may light the tablet writ Now I who write between the line Meandering verse and curious rhyme Expect the other poet's mind Unwritten words to seek and find Elizabeth |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Severn, Thank you so much for the woderful comment. Elizabeth, OK you have won your way, I have posted a simple poem this day. |
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