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Man Of War
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Man Of War |
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Blondie Member
since 1999-08-06
Posts 307Ohio 
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Once upon a peaceless time, there lived a young girl, full of rhyme When she heard quaint volumes of the forever loved folklore Her mind would float in skies above, dreams of hope and endless love One night as it soared like a dove--something entered her bedroom door It was a foe from hells bound gate that came taunting and teasing late and laughing at her bedroom door Which heated her heart forevermore. This distinctly's what she did remember on a cold, and bleak December: It started with a tiny group going on a simple trip that enflamed into a big uproar Sadness struck the fantasy she had; vainly fate brought something sad For her rare and radiant fantasy turned bad--it turned bad ever more Her father, whom she so adored, had a thorn in his flesh ever more The nameless thorn she called the man of war. His health decreased, she became uncertain, feeling she'd an unworthy burden She called out to the radiant sky, saying, "truly my forgiveness I implore." "You man of war came while I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you were tapping--tapping at my father's door, Scarcely was I sure I heard you as I opened my father's bedroom door, and there stood darkness and nothing more." Presently her soul grew stronger; hesitating there no longer Thrilled and filled her with horrors she never felt before So that now, to still the beating of her heart, she stood repeating "This visitor entreated entrance at his bedroom door- some late visitor entreating entrance at his bedroom door;- This is it and nothing more. Nights she layed in her bed turning, her gentle soul inside her burning She'd read tales of angels in the saintly days of yore Who'd cry out to God above, not a minute crying thereof But this disease perched above her father's bedroom door Screaming out into God's acre above his bedroom door Screaming out there doing nothing more. Into her father's room she crept, and there alone she sat and wept She saw an image of his grave and the countenance it wore The stone had almost reached the sky, and on it read "A good man here lye." She looked ghastly on by and asked, "Father are you afraid of the man of war?" He turned and touched her cheek so gently, You say, man of war?" Quote the Father, "Never more." Much she marvelled her father sanely , to hear discourse so clear and plainly Though his answer short--a larger meaning did it bore We cannot help in agreeing, how strong an attitude for a human being Even though he was wearying with this disease perched above his door This deadly and crude disease perched above his door With such a name as "Man of War." Then, she thought, the air grew denser, perfumed it seemed from unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls touched gently on the floor "My child," he said, "Dear God sent thee, from the angels is how he sent thee I asked Him please to take it from me, but there it rests above my door, He has told me it will stay in my flesh and above my door And I will live with it forevermore." "God, you say! This thing of evil, is not God but is the devil! Whether Prophet God sent, or whether tempter tossed it here ashore, Forget all that is undaunted, on this treacherous land enchanted In this home of horror is haunted--tell me truly, I implore- Is there--is there love for this disease? tell me--tell me, I implore!" Quote her father, "Nevermore." And then her father lay in bed, he lay there dead, he lay there dead On his pallid face there shown emotion never more And his eyes have a way of seeming like they were afar and dreaming And as the lamp oe'r him is streaming, it throws a shadow on the floor And his soul from out that shadow lies there floating on the floor And shall not be lifted, nevermore! [This message has been edited by Blondie (edited 01-05-2000).] |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Hi Blondie, I Love to read long poems that tell a story. It kindof reminded me of a poem that I wrote called the Fright in which I used the word fright to represent fear. This seems to be the story of a young girl who suddenly loses her father...so I confess I don't understand but I though it was very well written. |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
Lady Blondie: You present some serious work here. If you don't mind I would like to copy it for further reading at my leisure. I feel it deserves more than one read for all its detail. My complements to you with thanks for sharing. |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Blondie...there's a lot of work in this one....check your e-mail please  |
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Deborah Junior Member
since 2000-01-03
Posts 41 |
Very impressive. You used a very interesting stile for your poem, great work. Deborah |
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Blondie Member
since 1999-08-06
Posts 307Ohio |
Thanks so much everyone...especially hoot, for her help in the rhyming scheme.  |
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