Open Poetry #9 |
The rythems of time |
Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
A flame wanders from her hand to touch the light trip in this domain where fantasies in rythem dare not cease our torture for love does indeed. And changes made in the harmonies of time that case our minors and majors of rhyme were not the powers of the stanza known and songs of pleasure brought out their own. Will those simple silences made their way to hearts content of long ago days pressing pastures of candle light themes that still the air of golden dreams. As my hand radiates to a new song of hope those chances become my cry of rebirth that past away my foolish lit dreams and cleared my thoughts of my enemies. Which by pleasure or pain I did bring in my souls content of rythem I thought I could end but nothing could ever allow me to stray this course of new beginings and lasting dreams I forgot. And the hands I see in rythems run by are those of my time that I now abide and pray you peace to your hearts gatherd will and love me always as I love you still. |
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shadow of poetry Member
since 2000-07-22
Posts 76midwest usa |
As my hand radiates to a new song of hope those chances become my cry of rebirth that past away my foolish lit dreams and cleared my thoughts of my enemies. Which by pleasure or pain I did bring in my souls content of rythem I thought I could end but nothing could ever allow me to stray this course of new beginings and lasting dreams I forgot. And the hands I see in rythems run by are those of my time that I now abide and pray you peace to your hearts gatherd will and love me always as I love you still. ================== that last exquisite verse says it all. so very beautiful ... my sister is the poet I am but a shadow. by the light of poetry I read then dream |
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SEA
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
MG~ This IS beautiful! -SEA Live,Love,Laugh :) ~SueB |
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Marina Member Elite
since 2000-02-10
Posts 2245Pickering, Ontario |
Your pen has served you well today. Your last two lines say it all. Wonderful, as always. Marina It is a blessing to have wings for words, and passion in pen Marina Crossley |
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