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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla 
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Rewrite of Silent Sweeps. Speak to me I speak to her in silent sweeps, In mental signs and savvy leaps. Soft ambience of muted cries, But into emptiness it flies. Do I a penance I don't know? Where gentle senses cannot go Enter through the hallowed door Into the garden of amour? I wait to see a dawning light, That little bird of innate sight. A ghost of tremor on her lips A kiss in true that's not a kiss. An inkling of the smallest reap A tear drop of the smallest weep. One fleeting transcendental sigh A recognition caught in fly. This dove I send in hungry chase And whispering in ghostly grace Has driven me to near impair This phantom bell she does not hear. So tolls my spirit bell in swell Thus opening my gates of hell. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
she sought in silence toll of bell she felt along the gates of Hell blindly cast for true love gone on the wind with the dove... sorry to be "first" in answering...but I always feel as if I have missed too much...and I care not to miss you if it is in my power not to... Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?... I would rather be silent and write, than speak loudly and be bound. KRJ |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I speak to her in silent sweeps, In mental signs and savvy leaps. Soft ambience of muted cries, But into emptiness it flies. ================== An inkling of the smallest reap A tear drop of the smallest weep. One fleeting transcendental sigh A recognition caught in fly. This dove I send in hungry chase And whispering in ghostly grace Has driven me to near impair This phantom bell she does not hear. So tolls my spirit bell in swell Thus opening my gates of hell. ==================== when I read your words I always hear bells  *winkiewinkie* me Some people find subtlety in strangers if you find anything~let me in Your eyes~you see everything my eyes~I see it all together now~and I know |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Karilea, A phantom kiss has gone array. It will circle back another day. *L* JM, To whom the bells chime. *L* Winkiewinkie, Stinky |
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Butterflies_dont_cry Member Elite
since 2000-03-06
Posts 3733Michigan |
Heard there were some bells chiming in here love the way you "ding~a~ling" Sy!! |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Oh, Sy~ This is such a longing pen from your heart. 'An inkling of the smallest reap A tear drop of the smallest weep.' On another avenue - This brought to mind one of the greatest pick-up lines I ever heard ... The day was mid-April 1993 - telephone repairman introduced - His line - 'I can make your bells ring.' AND HE DID !  *giggles* Hugs n' kisses to you ! ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Butterfly, thanks for the sweet comment. Marge, Hugs and kisses back. |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Sy, what a weave, emotion packed and flowing. I particulerly related to "An inkling of the smallest reap A tear drop of the smallest weep. One fleeting transcendental sigh A recognition caught in fly." Absolutely stunning! write on, with song Religion is for people frightened about going to hell - Spirituality is for people who have been there. Anon. |
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