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Voice Of The Mime
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Voice Of The Mime |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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VOICE OF THE MIME The voice of a mime, I wander through time, Can anyone out there hear me? This star I am shone I wish on alone, No-one else even seems to see. A Gypsy, I fly, never knowing why, Through mystery found so renowned. Ever to be King of Darkness I sing For the queen I never have crowned. But, lo, in the night of ne'er ending flight, All glitter held high to the throne. By Time's slighted hands, before me she stands But I choose to walk on alone. A damsel so fair, the depths of despair In heart may have yet ceased their plight. One touch of her skin and truly within, All darkness would shine a new light. By majesties frail, all truth shall avail, The masquerade yet disappear. To stand face to face with her in embrace Of a smile that wipes clear all fear. She looks upon me, God, what can she see, I'm no King, but a mortal man. I fall to my knees in shame of disease I once bore as a talisman. I fly, but I crawl, I offer my all, Somehow that never seems enough. I cringe and I groan, but press on, alone, Refusing to call on Love's bluff. For, clung to the shard of this heart grown hard, Reality sings of a time. When love was not token, nor promise broken, Nor silence the voice of a mime. Michael Anderson For all behind was dark and drear, And all before was night and fear. How many hours of night or day In those suspended pangs I lay, I could not tell; I scarcely knew If this were human breath I drew. Lord Byron [This message has been edited by Michael (edited 04-20-2000).] |
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Rex Allen McCoy Member Elite
since 2000-01-30
Posts 2863Sippin a Timmy's in London |
very nicely done Michael ... I enjoy reading your poems ... but I usually only reply to poems with less than 10 responces ... anything I could say to you would usually just get lost in the rush  Rex}>{{{{o> |
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Cerenity Member Elite
since 2000-02-16
Posts 2637Escondido-California |
Hi Michael, I throw 12 red long stem roses your way my dear, this is wonderful, very beautifully done. Cerenity [This message has been edited by Cerenity-1 (edited 04-20-2000).] |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
The Mime's silence speaks volumes...wonderful poem again!!! I want to read a clinker from you...  |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
The voice of a mime, I wander through time, Can anyone out there hear me? This star I am shone I wish on alone, No-one else even seems to see. ------------- But, lo, in the night of ne'er ending flight, All glitter held high to the throne. By Time's slighted hands, before me she stands But I choose to walk on alone. ------------- She looks upon me, God, what can she see, I'm no King, but a mortal man. I fall to my knees in shame of disease I once bore as a talisman -------------------- For, clung to the shard of this heart grown hard, Reality sings of a time. When love was not token, nor promise broken, Nor silence the voice of a mime. --------------------- oh man, this poem is amazing M, I'm just sitting here shaking my head... the depth and honesty of the emotions in it is both astonishig and perfect,as is the imagery of the emotions. the mime may not speak by mouth... but his heart and poets pen speak volumes... (they always do) *smile* take care, jm Well the sun sets gently on your shoulders And it makes me want to touch you there. And the light in your eyes makes me feel Like there's something much better out there Something kind... And I know someday I might be looking around Trying to find some purpose Well purpose it can't be that hard to find As long as I've got the wind... The wind and your love to carry me. vertical horizon |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Do I ever love THIS...delicately seasoned-- Incredible. Great title & concept... A hearfelt curtsy to you, Sir... |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
Many hear the voice of the Mime, but too few really listen...however, when you speak how can we NOT be compelled to listen intently? And my dear, True Love does not bluff...nor does she break any promises.Hugs to you m'friend.. May I never be too busy to help another's load, Then I'll be drinking from the saucer 'cause my cup has overflowed. --Author Unknown |
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poetFemmeFatale Member Elite
since 1999-07-25
Posts 2646Arkansas |
You really got some powerful inspiration from this idea, huh? You did well with it this way too. Isn't it funny, how one poem leads you to write another? I've done that before. This one really packed a punch - you are doing well with expression of late. Fabulous read, as always. |
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Parker Member Elite
since 2000-01-06
Posts 3129ON |
Michael, you word like no other. Zymurgy, and I mean that from the bottom of my dictionary. Thats the last word I have to say, or it does. Parker |
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dhuron Member
since 2000-03-19
Posts 476 |
Wonderful Michael. Your mastery over words is just remarkable. Great Job The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, not the kindly smile, not the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone believes in him and is willing to trust him with his friendship." --Ralph Waldo Emerson |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
This is a powerful poem. It held my attentions in a firm grip. Nothing can deter a poet, for he is actuated by pure love. Who can predict his comings and goings? "Thoreau" |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Rex, I'm glad you enjoyed, and really, no words are ever lost to me. Cerenity, ty, *picks up rose and places close to his heart* Ah, heck, PdV. You know how them mime's are - they say nothing at all but drive you absolutely nutz, don't they. They never shut up!!! I think I missed my calling in life. Janet, actions ALWAYS speak louder than words... serenity, and a bow right back to you. ty. Satiate, and you listen well, Indeed. Ah, to find love so true... Femme, Yeah - been milking my muse for all it's worth. Good inspiration doesn't come along everyday I've found. An yes, the poems seem to lead into each other sometimes. They kind of write their own story after awhile. Parker, ROFL... well, I guess that's the bottom line, eh? Thank you all for the replies. Michael |
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