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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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GUILT I walk, alone, this trepid trail, Where shadows sway from side to side, As if by trespasser's avail, Calling on Night to be my guide. Lo, sanctioned eyes before the cause, I watch unfold the hands of Time. There, pray for peace - there, pray for pause, If by a soundless winter's chime. Perchance, to catch a midnight smile, To grace the lips of Greater Need. In truth, a lifetime of denial That haunts me in my every deed. I bleed her cause! I walk her line! And love her till the light of day; If, by the morning's sun and shine, To sleep and dream this life away In safe harbor, free from the stares Of eyes of Yore which hold me dead. Flying, where ne'er a mortal dares, Oft' in the realm of words unsaid... On through a void of faces past, On by the grasp of Misery; Knowing her love could never last, In hope she might just let me be. Michael Anderson But dreams of those who dream as I, Aspiringly, are damned and die. EAP [This message has been edited by Michael (edited 02-08-2001).] |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
women not a chance not a chance good job yuh You know the "Never Ending Story"? They're still telling it! |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
It's the last stanza for me...which is how I like it..grin...and hey? anybody ever tell you, you're pretty good? Incredible, even! (oh...well...damn the editors anyway...  )[This message has been edited by serenity (edited 02-08-2001).] |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
In truth, a lifetime of denial That haunts me in my every deed. I bleed her cause! I walk her line! And love her till the light of day; If, by the morning's sun and shine, To sleep and dream this life away... In safe harbor, free from the stares Of eyes of Yore which hold me dead. Flying, where ne'er a mortal dares, Oft' in the realm of words unsaid... On through a void of faces past, On by the grasp of Misery; Knowing her love could never last, In hope she might just let me be. ======================== and did any body ever tell ya .. ya make the dark a beautiful place to read poetry excellence of cadence and vocabulary M, but it is the depth and intensity of the emotions expressed ... that always hold and then impress ... this reader. take care oh gifted one Tomorrow holds only mystery And who's to say what might be But in you I've found a love so strong The sun and the moon look on in jealousy ~VH~ |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Why is it that YOU have the gift to put words together to make incredible poetry? You have always amazed me with your talent....sigh......it's like being 'home' reading you again.  |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Michael, there is not one nuance of this that I do not like....very, very well done, and quite haunting in its melancholy.... oh yes, this suits me very well....thank you.... |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Well, at the least, it's good to read you writing again... too far between I say. I bleed her cause! I walk her line! And love her till the light of day; If, by the morning's sun and shine, To sleep and dream this life away... Was a stanza that caught on to me... mostly because of the varying interpretations one can pull from it. I found two that could have come directly from my life: One following the title of the poem, and the other a more personal approach. Either way - I always enjoy the language you use. C |
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Michael
Moderator
Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Walt, indeed... serenity, the right ending makes all the difference I think, glad you enjoyed. Janet, the dark holds a beauty all its own for those who can appreciate it. I know you can.PdV, where exactly is home? I really have no clue but I always feel at home here anyway. Thank you for helping to make it so. Sunshine, glad you liked this one. Wasn't as depressing as most of my stuff but still shifted to the melancholy side of me a bit. Maybe there's hope for me yet. Chris, it doesn't suprise me that you can find similiarities in this poem and your life, considering how much your life seems to have mirrored mine in the recent past. On the other hand, that should probably scare the heck out of me, shouldn't it? Glad you liked anyway, bro. Thank you all for the kind replies. Michael |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
If I were to try to list every fault with this poem, the ink in my pen would dry unused... it's perfection. |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
I've walked this line, I am now looking for the safe harbor. Very nice read, Michael. "I walked beside the evening sea and dreamed a dream that could not be." George William Curtis |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Into my library! *bump* |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Most excellent work, Michael... as ever... as always Regards, Sudhir |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Positively Shakesperean, Michael. Your work continues to impress me. Corinne |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Hi, Michael. Your poems are always something of a grand voyage for the reader, my friend, and this piece follows suit, naturally. Interesting use of trepid. Keep doing this. Claire Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
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