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Phantom Yesterday
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Phantom Yesterday |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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PHANTOM YESTERDAY < !signature-->Lo Death, behold, I could not speak. By pallid hue, by balmy cheek Nor gleaming tears, dreaming shed, For ‘tis only by love I've bled. Specter of the Dark, thus imbued, A ghost of all once dead, renewed. Procured trust, a midnight sliver Of vile craving, Greed the giver. Nevermore, rise from the ashes! If by forty, less one, lashes. Nine tails flung to ripping flesh To breach the young, to feed the creche. While sleek ambition, robed in white, Garners all to a timeless flight Of wonder, waged to silver wings Of innocense she never brings. Hope, splattered in an aching trust, Reverberating in the dust Of every dead dulcimer tone Misspent upon this life alone... Till with those eyes she looks on me - Those stone cold eyes of misery. Sweet ebon-black, in piercing stare, A call to hell caught in the glare. A witches spell, a soundless chime I once knew well but lost to Time. If by stolid imperfection, Or by mental insurrection. Withered in chains of fortitude, That 'er dubious interlude - That dream, now suspicious at best, With tired eyes I've laid to rest. Michael Anderson Yet if Hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. EAP [This message has been edited by Michael (edited 07-11-2000).] |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
I'm glad I was able to access this poem (the other posting of it turned out to be a 404). This is nothing less than I expect when I read your work-excellence! Elizabeth I'm grabbing my hat and coat I'm leaving the cat a note Quick call me a ferry boat-getting out of town! |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
As always Michael, in awe of your talent and the apparent ease with which you write...nobody does this better. |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Skeletons in the closet need never be engaged and increments of time heal phantom yesterdays. Very deep and individually spiritual. |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
A witches spell, a soundless chime I once knew well but lost to Time. If by stolid imperfection, If by mental insurrection. Withered in chains of fortitude, That now dubious interlude - That dream, now suspicious at best, Which, by these eyes, I've laid to rest. ... So introspectively deep... ... I feel I have yet to fathom all the levels beneath this poem... Wonderful work, as ever, Michael... regards, Sudhir Death, be not proud, though some have called thee, Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; - John Donne |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Well, well, well brother! Better watch it, some people might start mistaking you for one of those poet people! Mike, I dig it man... You've come back strong and hard! Kudos! |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
You never cease to be amazing with your phrasing... Sunny ~~~Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow. Helen Keller ~~~ When you want to be loved, look within...KRJ |
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netswan Senior Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 1369Washington |
Sensational Michael. A work of poetic art. "Hope, splattered in an aching trust" ~netswan |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
While sleek ambition, robed in white, Garners all to a timeless flight Of wonder, waged to silver wings Of innocense she never brings. Hope, splattered in an aching trust, Reverberating in the dust Of every dead dulcimer tone Misspent upon this life alone... ------------------- A witches spell, a soundless chime I once knew well but lost to Time. If by stolid imperfection, If by mental insurrection. Withered in chains of fortitude, That now dubious interlude - That dream, now suspicious at best, Which, by these eyes, I've laid to rest. -------------- intense, deep, spiritual, cryptic, inspiring, intriging, enchanting, perplexing, perfect. (and the poem is damn fine too)  take care M-gator jm < !signature--> I think I could need - this in my life If you're gone - baby you need to come home there's a little bit of something me In everything in you MB20 [This message has been edited by Janet Marie (edited 07-11-2000).] |
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Michael
Moderator
Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Elizabeth, yeah - the first post turned into a phantom, itself - weird, was it not??? Glad you enjoyed, btw...  serenity - you give way TOO much credit, me thinks... ethome, you're absolutely right about those skeletons - they need not be engaged at all. Problem is some refuse to stay in the closet - they just can't seem to figure out when they're dead I guess... LOL Sudhir, the scarey thing is I think I have yet to fathom all the levels of this one... hehe. Christopher, what's a poet, anyway??? Sunshine, been a long time - thank you much - and I've missed ya... netswan, so glad you enjoyed... Janet, I think "cryptic" is a perfect description for this one... Hit the nail on the head again, you did... Thank you all for the kind replies... Michael |
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Butterflies_dont_cry Member Elite
since 2000-03-06
Posts 3733Michigan |
As is you way you have evoked many many feelings through this piece.....the deepness and darkness always give me pause...no one does this like you do Michael~ |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
See? butterflies thinks so too... ^ |
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