Open Poetry #9 |
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a hero am i ... (not a response to dsnyder's wonderful work) |
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ma miller Senior Member
since 2000-07-11
Posts 806 |
a hero am i ... upon this wretched, most wretched of nights the sale of my soul comes to alight dreams once dreamt now hold quiet's hand aspire's hot breath, no return on demand relinquished spirit's broken promise awing truth to myself was my song to sing to be that star upon every eye shining's crisp gleam put by the side a hero's footsteps suddenly disappear shoes never to fill by my own fears become the leader of a winner's side into life's battle flee losers to hide now left behind to hold no more dreams are just dreams of my mind's folklore for a hero am i to those now real my quest to rise, not to conceal upon this wretched, most wretched of nights the sale of my soul wilts by my fight away with you demons of pedestalled glory a time has arrived to write my own story M.A. Miller 09.07.00 < !signature--> My calling before me, let quill be my offering; For to be called poet, no greater gift to receive. M.A. [This message has been edited by MA Miller (edited 09-07-2000).] |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Write on, my friend ~ this is grand! ~ Claire Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
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ma miller Senior Member
since 2000-07-11
Posts 806 |
thanks again for reading, Claire ... one always dreams of becoming ones early role models and idols, but rarely does that materialize ... just my way of saying, i can be a hero to the ones dearest to me without winning the big game, taking home the biggest trophy or even seeing my poetry published ... |
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