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Of what I bear and host |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla 
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Of what I bear and host When deep in slumber in my chair, Living phantoms, visit me there. They race across my visions plain, Like cattle through a field of grain. They trample me to blades of grief. They rob me of my sleeps relief. They shred my thoughts of honest mourn, Gracing times of once and gone. Bovine ferocity, they run in line, Ravage the peace that I would mine. Raising dust like deeds recast, As if, they could retrieve the past. Nor can I stop their repertory, Their flamboyant, oratory. Each phantom spits coercing doubt, In balls of fire flaring out. I damn the ghosts their blatancy, Their malicious effigy, I tire of the gruesome jest And tire of their loathsome quest. What's gone is gone can't be redone. I can't undo what I have done. |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Sy, It's hard to fathom your unrest Your visions nightmarish, at best Can't believe that you'd beget Any deed to your regret As for the poem, it's classic you Well written, wonderful and true. As always, great poetry Liz |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Nice read, Sy |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
This stops me cold in my tracks. Oh, man. And the ending lines: "What's gone is gone can't be redone. I can't undo what I have done." So true, so heartrendingly true. Chilling. Excellent. Thank you. ...Living is ever like crossing rivers; finding a new life on each shore ... RJG |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
And you say you had this dream in your chair? Might consider toning down the spicy foods, Sy.  Excellent poem, by the way... "Raising dust like deeds recast"...I love this line!  Claire |
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~ViXeN~ Member
since 2000-01-09
Posts 93Guelph, Ont. Canada |
wow this is really good. =-) i really especially liked the last two lines. makes ya really think back.... excellent! |
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HelmutB Senior Member
since 2000-01-06
Posts 964Canada |
To add a comment line or two Would be like "Bringing the Owl to Athen" Or "Gold to the Swiss". (hope I remember histroy right )There is a lot said already. Well written and the end...well yes speechless here. The ability to describe life with words is similar to painting a picture; both can be powerful tools. |
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whiskey
since 1999-12-28
Posts 1278Australia |
Sy, This is yet another great poem, Well done thanks for the read |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Sy - You make me smile ..... you truly do..  |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Liz, I think it has something to do with the years of 42 to 45. Love ya Sy. Balladeer, Thank you friend. Rosemary, Glowing words, thank you so much. Meadow, Very nice coment, thank you. Vixen, Thank you for the excellent. Helmut, glad you enjoyed it, thanks. Wiskey, Glad you enjoyed the read, thank you. Nan, Thank you for the kiss it was delicious. *L* Sy |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Seymour- I want you to know that I always read what you write ... just sometimes I'm not sure of how to reply to something that troubles you so. This is one of those times. Love, we all have demons that confront us from time to time ... I send you a hug to pull around you at times that you are troubled. My love to you ... for all you've gone through. You have to be an okay kinda guy ... when the atrocities stay to haunt you for so long. I'm sorry for your pain, my friend. Love ~Marge~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
I feel your pain, Seymour. Wonderful poem, as usual!!< !signature--> Denise And slight is the sting of his trouble Whose winnings are less than his worth; For he who is honest is noble, Whatever his fortunes or birth.~~~Alice Cary, ~Nobility~ [This message has been edited by dsnyder (edited 01-16-2000).] |
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Rus Bowden Member
since 2000-01-13
Posts 139 |
Sy, Such a picture! A gruesome haunting stampede of fire while in your chair and such simple words in your final couplet. My my. Rus |
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