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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania 
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Posted for Elizabeth by Virginia Saceffey Posted for Elizabeth by Virginia Scheffey On Wooden Bench Along the verdant Scottish hill I wondered well at nature's thrill For nature called its song to me As echoing from up the sea I turned and turned directions all To see the font of nature's call And followed then the beauteous sound O'er tapered hill and velvet ground For surely 'twas a voice I heard The music of a feathered bird Who called my name in lyric grand And lured me to his arbor stand I turning then the crest of hill Beheld the source of hallowed trill 'Twas not a bird, but church of stone With choral song and organ drone And it was true the grandest hymn That pierced the soul from down within My heart could sore contain the bliss And poured out tears of happiness But strange the music echoed still And spelled my name on facing hill Then lured was I to humbly stand Before the face of God's own hand I opened slow the solid door Through which the strains so gently poured And entered in the shadows dim Of painted glass and wooden trim No chorus grand nor organ cry No person there, just God and I But in my ear harmonious ring A gentle soft melodic sing For there within the shadows deep Of prismed air and ancient steep A wondrous sight in weathered light The secret source of God's delight A silhouette in dimming dim With love that poured from depth of him On wooden bench in deep immerse A lonely poet writing verse The feathered bird of endless trill Was not a bird, but feathered quill The feathered quill was artist brush And painted songs of rubied thrush On wooden bench in dimming dim He beckoned me to sit with him And sang me songs of lyric rhyme Until the end of timeless time Elizabeth |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Absolutely splendid! |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Elizabeth - My god ... that is so lovely. You are truly gifted. I am so pleased to open each gift. God be with you. ~Marge~ ------------------ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Thank you Marge and Sunshine. You are what keeps me going Elizabeth |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
Truly beautiful. |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Thank You Mike, This is an absolutely true story. Elizabeth |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Elizabeth Forgiveness Forgiveness is a shear delight, The power of the inner might. Quells despair of lay affair With the peace that it declares. Specifically I wish to chine The madness of a single line. It was born by an awkward joke Bad humor some jesting smoke. But smoke covers a speck of truth That should be taken with vermouth. I would please you with what I can For I am a simple old man. And please forgive me while you rest I only meant to do my best. I pray you do and quick get well And we'll match poems in show and tell. And as I said to you before, My soul to you, an open door. Your poem is exquisite. |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Sy, Oh! Captor of the rose in cage The spirit simply has no age Nor does the heart nor does the mind Have dimension, space or time To say that you are four times prime Is relevant to just your mind For mathematics plays no part In the soul and in the heart For I am younger, as you see I'm in my prime - will always be Now getting back to poetry In all of my naivete I fail to know the awkward joke You seem to feel you must revoke Perhaps it's true, I may be blind Or failed to read between the line For when I read, I'm in a daze Sailing o'er poetic phrase And I'm the one with apology For that silly epopee But I'm glad you liked my Scottish rhyme 'Twas you that sang til endless time Elizabeth |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Beautiful  |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Elizabeth, This poem is really an epopee And will go down in history. And time will question who he be And only my heart will know 'twas me. Sweet dreams, sleep well. |
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