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Esmeralda Ponsonby Member
since 2000-04-02
Posts 138 |
Creature Of Our Domestication I see thy wall of turmoil as it closes in shant a fool cautiously rise again to sin where art there not wagers costly inbred as thy tortured soul tastes lustering dread Look upon thy lowly lessons embarked 'twas man who less than perfect marked thy territorial realms of domed ponderance whilst fighting for his own personal dominance. Creature of our domestication by wisdom taken from thy mother's own safe kingdom to fight lively with thy mighty tongue wielding mother of earth always about for close shielding. Thy wither of self grace upon fertile manure trails thee spread ravenously lacking any cure falter thine aching heart in grave times of dismay as dangerous to thee as when thou silent do stray. Ye canst beguile thy fellow friends of any man whilst baring witness to thy own highest of plan caress thine storm with born eyes awarded vision as through thine destiny integrity creates precision. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Esmeralda, you do have a way with words!! This is great!! p.s. someone tried to domesticate me once. Boy, were they ever sorry....hehehehe |
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John the cat Member
since 2000-03-23
Posts 357England |
I just love the words you use and the way they flow. Super. May your roof never fall in and those beneath it never fall out. Irish proverb. |
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Mrobi3543 Junior Member
since 2000-03-12
Posts 29Philadelphia, PA |
I like the way the words go together and the way it sounds when you speak it. |
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Swåmp¤Faerÿie Member
since 2000-03-29
Posts 358Illinois |
I SO enjoy your poems Es!! Swamp And there she weaves by night and day, a magic web of colours gay.~Tennyson |
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Broken_Winged_Angel Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 994Small Town, Somewhere |
Wonderful flow...Well written...I hope to see much more of your work.. MAY THE ROAD RISE TO MEET YOU, MAY THE WIND BE ALWAYS AT YOUR BACK MAY THE SUN SHINE UPON YOUR FACE THE RAINS FALL SOFT UPON YOUR FIELDS AND, UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN, MAY GOD HOLD YOU IN THE PALM OF HIS HAND Irish Blessing |
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Esmeralda Ponsonby Member
since 2000-04-02
Posts 138 |
I thank you all most kindly, this was one of those poems that kind of wrote itself, and I think is a bit on the confusing side, but thanks for your compliments. |
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