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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla 
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Condensed Paintings of singular call. Harangue, hang and brood my wall. Points of paint induced to meld Produced while my breath was held. Brought to a myopic bed. Mental gold turned pigment lead. Colors brought to fires bright Dimensions of hyper sight.. Imprisoned phantoms caught in draw. Brushed and fixed in pigment store. Caught and held in final goal Gems implanted by my soul. To me they are my total cry Dramatic as a Van Gogh sky. Reinforced in poets rhyme. Memories of my loves and time. Begging to tell, each soul of call By ghosts that hang upon the wall. |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
Seymour.... I enjoyed reading the whole piece, but it was the last line that I can't get out of my head..... "...ghosts that hang upon the wall...." What a picture you paint, and paint it beautifully..... Love received is equal to love given! |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Sunny1, Thank you for the beautiful comment. |
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redheart angrybraids Member
since 2000-04-16
Posts 410honolulu, hawaii |
i really liked the words and how they all flowed together, very nice, Kindly, Redheart Angrybraids |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Redheart, I thank you much for the read and kind comment. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Seymour~ Touched with artist's words ... you bring the pictures to life. Has to be a joy to see your art spring to life ... ghosts of the past ... telling yesterday's stories. Intriguing, my friend. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
...and excellent pieces they are that hang on your wall, created by your hand, friend Sy. Gee, I thought this poem was gonna be about milk!  |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Balladeer, It is , about the milk of human weakness. |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Excellent piece, you should submit it here for the book and elsewhere as well. Corinne |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
I love this and the image it brought to mine of dusty halls lined with faces from the past never say never |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Corinne, I did thank you. Paula, Enjoyed your comment. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Mental gold turned pigment lead. Your art says exactly how I feel sometimes about my poetry. But then all of you raise me up on angels wings. Have I told you yet today, how wonderfully you write? < !signature--> Sunny ~~~Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow. Helen Keller ~~~ When you want to be loved, look within...KRJ [This message has been edited by Sunshine (edited 07-24-2000).] |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Sunshine, No But I will say how wonderful you are. Thanks and *L* |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
classic |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Sy the Dauber  |
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