Open Poetry #11 |
Timeless Malady |
Tony Abbot Member
since 2000-11-18
Posts 209North Wales,UK |
In the corridors of infinite thought, Redemption hides her lucent eyes, Where all worth and wisdom is wrought, In the silent moments of still repose. And yet the fool who, all this, knows, Still proffers that wisdom can be bought, Yet,when that dead end is reached, he sighs, For,in himself,were the answers that he sought. 'Humankind cannot bear too much reality' T.S.Eliot |
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Charisma
since 2000-09-30
Posts 5906lost in blue pages |
well said.... Charisma |
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SEA
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
Oh yes, I like this very much -SEA |
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Poeminister Senior Member
since 2000-02-26
Posts 1862Regina SK; Canada |
Answers are indeed within ourselves. Excellent writing. Poeminister "...no single sound too rude upon thy slumber shall intrude, Our thoughts, our souls- O God above! In every deed shall mingle, love." -Poe |
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FlyHigh Member
since 2000-06-21
Posts 84Bekkestua, Norway |
Very nice -- "Luck affects everything. Let your hook always be cast; in the stream where you least expect it there will be a fish." Ovid (BC 43-18 AD) |
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