Open Poetry #5 |
Love Let Me Not Hunger (acrostic) |
Martie
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Posts 28049California |
Love Let Me Not Hunger (acrostic) Listen to these dear and heartfelt sighs Over the gate and into the blossoming Venture of sun drenched flowering where Every branch is reaching into bud Leave me your honeyed stem for Early is the season and I am hungry for This salve of dew in crystal light performing Mulch this tangle of leaves decay Enter them where a flower starts to grows Never has this perfect day moved faster Or have we been so brilliant Together seeking earthly pleasure Hold me now in ransom sweet Usurp this winter window and its Need for painting cold and dangerous frost Glorious was this perfect day that Ever answered the question that Rising took toward sky of perfect hue [This message has been edited by Martie (edited 02-02-2000).] |
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Denise
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since 1999-08-22
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Yes it is Martie and a very beautiful one at that!! Denise |
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Martie
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Thank you Denise for always being there with words that make the effort pay. |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Wonderful acrostic |
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Martie
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Thanks Ruth. I don't know about wonderful, but fun. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Martie- HOOT said WONDERFUL ... and WONDERFUL got at least two votes (mine included) ! Soooooooooooooooo WONDERFUL it is ! ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap |
Acrostic graceful, phrases fine, And flowers bloom in ev'ry line; Such vibrancy your words imbue With pallette of the brightest hue. A wistfully sighing well done, Martie, on this lovely piece. --Kess Full fathom five thy father lies, Of his bones are coral made, Those are pearls that were his eyes; Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange... --William Shakespeare, from The Tempest |
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Martie
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Marge--Thanks for that big wonderful. I guess you could tell I was a little unsure of myself--oh, okay...alot. I don't bend easily to form. Kess--Thank you for the lovely verse--such a thoughtful reply. |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
A sweet, sweet, love wrapped around a clever acrostic. Very well done, Martie Liz |
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