Open Poetry #5 |
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Gaurdian Angels |
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Soleil Member
since 1999-06-12
Posts 113 |
Perceived of by insight we do not see, Beings engendered when we are conceived. Constant companion in both pain and mirth The alchemist's mix of heaven and earth. To fit our robe of multi-coloured hue Which we choose by our daily can and do. At our side as this too mortal life ends Stiching the fragile cloth man doth wrend. So if indeed one is in tired need They can shelter, protect and sometimes lead. Sons of David were so justly gifted: Heirs of his brothers were lost and drifted. They are found in both myth and religions, Felt in the precense of scattered pidgeons. When swiftly they wing to thier sudden flight Our synapses can sense God's awesome might. Deep in regions of inner harmonics We hear their song beyond the demonic. Gaurdian Angels are forever as one must go But one must work to hear their songs: sweet, soft and lo. Added on Date: 19:32:44 2/02/2000 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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Denise
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since 1999-08-22
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This is lovely, Soleil! Angelic! Denise |
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RainbowGirl Member Elite
since 1999-07-31
Posts 3023United Kingdom |
I love it... ![]() HUGS The grape passes through the press to yield wine. Your life must pass through the press of passion and pain to yield the wine of wisdom.. |
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Soleil Member
since 1999-06-12
Posts 113 |
Well, technically tired is one sylable, but lines 19 and 20 are deliberately off, if anyone is watching. |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
I like this one, Soleil... and if we listen, we surely can hear the angels' song.. ![]() |
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