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Oceans of Sorrow |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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OCEANS OF SORROW < !signature-->Sand castles of hope, a dreaming myope, I can't see the tide rolling in. Oceans of sorrow, I know tomorrow Is but the price of today's sin. For who guards the dream, who knows self esteem In the rise of ambivalence? Ye, who holds the crest o'er sweet love's inquest? Come to this fallen Knight's defense! Seasons of splendor, oh, what grief you render Tied to a stake facing the sea. ‘Er misunderstood, lo, by death of all good Grant conquest by mere memory. Darkness impeding, wounds fresh and bleeding, Water arise, this won't take long. Sharks in heed the call, what's left to forestall Bloodlust unto the waiting throng. Salt stinging, screaming, eyes lost to dreaming Tear agonies that underlay - Look upon the shore of hope, held no more, Now given unto disarray. Whereby windswept cry, a voiceless goodbye, Ne'er finds peace within ocean grave. Beckons evermore a maiden's deplore There whispers upon every wave. By mystic allure of a love so pure, The angels spread their wings in flight. By rise of the tide in chance to be bride, All dance now before me in white. Lo, as if this wail per chance could avail, But her who awaits knight by day. Who with love in hand builds castles of sand, Cries nightly their washing away. 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 04-29-2000).] |
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WolfsMate Member
since 2000-01-14
Posts 121New York |
Such pain and anguish! Hope things are better for you soon. "You never have to worry...Never fear for I am near" |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Whereby windswept cry a voiceless goodbye Ne'er finds peace within ocean grave. Beckons evermore a maiden's deplore There whispers upon every wave. By mystic allure of a love so pure, The angels spread their wings in flight. By rise of the tide for chance to be bride, All dance now before me in white. Lo, as if this wail per chance could avail, But her who awaits knight by day. Who with love in hand builds castles of sand, Cries nightly their washing away. -------------------- as if your poems weren't already brilliant enough... now you take on this difficult rhyme scheme (difficult for the rest of us..not you)  now your just showing off!! (smile) J/K this is exceptional work once again M, I need some new ~E~ words to decribe your work... I have wore out excellent, exceptional, and exquisite. ~as always, Take Care,JM~ -------------- I know it's been a long road To get these towns behind me and I Will gladly reap what we may sow-- I am there for you ... and you're there for me ... Are you waiting for Heart in hand Woman and man See me where I stand I am Heart Heart in hand ~vertical horizon~ |
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Poet deVine
Administrator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
This is so beautiful..a lilting, haunting poem...and it's true...we cry over that sand castle....maybe we should build it of brick? |
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Mistikman Senior Member
since 2000-01-10
Posts 682San Jose, CA, USA |
Wow Michael, this is superb. Such sorrow and remorse tied up in this. Methinks I need to try using this format, I love when you use it so much. |
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doreen peri Member Elite
since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812Virginia |
This, my friend, *IS* the art of poetry! Your writing is succinct, vivid, mystical, enrapturing... absolutely excellent! God bless... and thank you for posting this... write or icq sometime... |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Michael, You washed me away, In your sands of the day. Excellent work. Sy |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Michael~ Merci ! Such a wonderful read-aloud piece. Quite dynamic. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Aimster Member Elite
since 2000-02-19
Posts 4297Charlotte, NC |
~michael this was simply magnificent. i feel like my words are never near enough to describe your awesome work. you write with such intensity that i have rarely ever seen. it is apparent that it comes from the deepest parts of you. i feel blessed that you share it with all of us. take care my friend! amy  ~Live today as though it were your last but prepare for tomorrow as though it were here~ |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
only EXTRAORDINARY!!! Kathleen [email protected] |
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Joel the wolf Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333Angels Camp |
Very moving Michael, beautifuly put together. Who with love in hand builds castles of sand. Great works my friend. Joel. I howl a mornful song, that echos within my chambered heart, for all to read? nay for all to feel. |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Wolfsmate, thing will improve soon, of that I am sure. Janet, enough ~e~'s already...LOL TY. PdV, maybe we shouldn't build at all? Sorry - had to say it... LOL Mistik, this is one of my favorite formats... Yes, you should give it a try sometime... Doreen, quite a compliment there. Deepest thanks to you. I will be in touch - promise. Sy, don't drift out there too far - I need your daily cleansing to ya know. Marge, sincerest thanks. Amy, 'tis from the deepest part of I write yes. But 'tis i who should be thanking you for allowing me to share the experience. Thank you everybody for the kind replies. Michael |
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Jeffrey Carter
since 2000-04-08
Posts 2367State of constant confusion! |
Micheal, How do you do it? I have yet to read a poem from you that I did not absolutely love? Jeffrey I lie awake in a world filled with dreams, but dreams can be so real when you don't know you're asleep |
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Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap |
"...Who with love in hand builds castles of sand Cries nightly their washing away ..." Would that we could learn to build them not of sand ... A well-written poem, Michael -- consistent theme, excellent adherance to a rather difficult rhyme scheme, and the meter wasn't too bad either! I'm (moderately, mind you) impressed ... --Me Full fathom five thy father lies, Of his bones are coral made, Those are pearls that were his eyes; Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange... --William Shakespeare, from The Tempest |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
gawd! ouch! |
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