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Wobbly Head Bob Member
since 2000-05-15
Posts 299Virginia, USA |
On a moonless night the spirits dance The fires sweep the priestess prance Hollowed logs deep beat the soul The pounding feet will pay the toll The crickets preach, the owls speak Embers glow along the mountains peak On this plateau its the belief That angels come and grant relief The air is dry, the woman ill The bowl so empty, nothing will fill A parade of screams and raising hands Entice the spirits to revive these lands A cloudless morning up with the sun So long a night awake no one The new day spills across the earth Revealing to all of its rebirth The crickets listen, the owl did too When awoke, the land cheered for all was new |
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pandora Member
since 1999-07-26
Posts 184 |
Hey you! So, you're hangin' out in the Pub, are you? How 'bout a toast! hehe... "Here's to Bob, I'm glad you came! Your head ain't wobbly! Just your name" *grin* This poem brings images of American Indians... don't know why... it is quite well written and full of imagery... i like it very much. Thanks for following me around... *wink*... nice having you here! ... if i could only sort out my mixed personalities, i'd actually answer your email... i will, i will.. really!  pan |
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dgvarner Member Elite
since 2000-05-13
Posts 3552High Springs, Florida |
i love this..it brings up so many pictures in my mind..one right after the other--no blank spots in this one! very well written! dgvarner |
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Lonelypoet Member
since 2000-05-10
Posts 123Conklin,NY,USA |
I agree with dgvarner: this' a very image provoking poem. |
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