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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
Upon the shores of distant dreams, She lies. Where once there were men with hearts of gold, Now there are skeletons with hearts of dirt, Lying upon the last remnants of her deck. The sea is calm now, The moon shines on her. She is no more than torn wood splinters, In the shape of a vessel. She was a brave and glorious ship, That sailed upon the seas of trial and tribulation. So much promise, she showed. But now all that is left is the gentle lapping of the waves. The blood is gone, and so are the screams. Hope was replaced by death. Death tonight is replaced by the gentle lapping of tears. All is calm, And the moon shines on, Gazing mournfully at man's ambition and pride. It will never die. We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats' feet over broken glass In our dry cellar Shape without form, shade without color, Paralyzed force, gesture without motion; --T.S. Eliot |
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taramw Senior Member
since 2000-06-08
Posts 738 |
Great poem!  I reckon my Grandfather would have loved this! |
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hunter Junior Member
since 2000-06-18
Posts 22lex,ky |
it seems like you have an old soul to me.there is sadness and beauty in what you write here.nice |
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Joel the wolf Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333Angels Camp |
This is beyond death, when all is quiet, "But now all that is left is the gentle lapping of the waves. The blood is gone, and so are the screams." When no more screams and all is silent. This will be our undoing our ambishion and pride. "Gazing mournfully at man's ambition and pride" And so one more page turns. Love this one. Joel. I howl a mournful song, that echos within my chambered heart, for all to read? nay for all to feel. |
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Jeremiah Johnson Senior Member
since 2000-06-08
Posts 1223Brooksville, Fl, U.S |
great job here i love this poem. i love it but i also see an older soul here much wiser than my own. I'm the lord, I'm the havoc, I'm the soul |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
There are some really great images here... Hope was replaced by death. Death tonight is replaced by the gentle lapping of tears. All is calm, And the moon shines on, Gazing mournfully at man's ambition and pride. It will never die. wow... the last section is so haunting. I really enjoyed the whole poem but that last section was quite intense. Much enjoyed, a great poem. ------------------------ "Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time". Baltimore Grotto "To be nobody-but-yourself-in a world which is doing its best night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting." E.E Cummings. "Art is a lie which makes us realise the truth." Pablo Picasso "We Irish are too poetical to be poets, we are a nation of brilliant failures" Oscar Wilde ----- |
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