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The Lovers Bowl
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The Lovers Bowl |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla 
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The Lovers Bowl Desire fires illusions ghost To haunt the vortex of the night. While mist and dew form banquet host To feed the coming of the light. Coexistent in this mystic Misguided gone a distant love. Some how in a moments tragic Had lost itself in times grey glove. I hears her through the mist of time A nightingale's serenade Singing notes in verse and rhyme Luring me in masquerade. And though I try to pierce the black The sands of time have cast a pall Only the soul can trace it back. The body cannot make the call. She sings within the concert bowl Where entertains the lovers soul. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
...and she hears the Phantom of the Night Sy, this touches and enters my heart...and shall probably stay... Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?...KRJ |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Desire fires illusions ghost To haunt the vortex of the night. While mist and dew form banquet host To feed the coming of the light. Coexistent in this mystic Misguided gone a distant love. Some how in a moments tragic Had lost itself in times grey glove. =================== Only the soul can trace it back. The body cannot make the call. ================= oh how cool is this ....WAY WAY COOL ... too cool for school  "Only the soul can trace it back. The body cannot make the call." OH MAN!!!!! that line rings my chimes and defines blows my mind ... leaves reasons behind. *winkiewinkie* what would I do with out a daily dose of you later-poetry-buffet-gator jm |
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Rainydays Member
since 2000-10-21
Posts 324 |
"times grey glove" ~~ loved that Classic though original images, Seymour. So difficult, loving someone only through words of the heart. Your writing here is transcendental, bittersweet, and again, I must thank you for it. Rainydays |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
I particularily enjoy the breakaway lines toward the end. Very mystic, very nice. "When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass, and the sun drips honey."" Laurie Lee Kathleen |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
I loved everything about this poem The mystical quality is the real And every line is my favorite line Simply Exquisite Liz |
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CocoBaci Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 3043 |
Seymour, just absolutely magical... Thank you once again for a superb read  Coco |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Sy--beautifully expressed in thought and flow...loved it! |
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BSC
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Member Elite
since 2000-02-04
Posts 2919New York, USA |
Beautiful Seymour ~ "I hears her through the mist of time A nightingale's serenade Singing notes in verse and rhyme Luring me in masquerade." Haunting...... Bonnie |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Karilea, You are all heart. *L* JM, The body lives upon a shoal Only the soul can reach that goal. Winliewinkie slinkieslinkie. *L* Sy Rainyday, I thank you for your understanding. Irish, Enjoyed your enjoy. Elizabeth, Your words warm the cockles of my heart. Love ya Sy Coco, Thank you for the magical. Martie, Thank you for the sweet coment. BSC, Thanks for the haunting. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
"Winkiewinkie slinkieslinkie." OH baby!!!   LOLslip me some slinkie with that winkie *woohoo* now that rang me bell ... chinged me chime wished me well blew me mind primed me pump hung me moon broke me camels hump zinged me zoom *Winkiewinkie*    |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
JM, Well if it did all that then read my new post Winkiewinkie. *L* |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Fooled me again, Sy. I thought it was a poem about a husband and wife bowling league!! (but I like your version, too) |
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