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A Lady of The Night
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A Lady of The Night |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla 
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A Lady of the Night I forced my face in the odd of a place That screamed to heaven of old southern lace. They’re in a corner, a constant boarder, A veteran smoker, drinker and mourner. Perused my way and winked an old lash Drew on her cigarette, blew an old ash. Smiled in a manner of quizzical show And pursed her lips like Greta Garbo. I smiled at her dare and moved back my chair Went to her table in gracious declare. Offered my name and a drink as I stood Nodded acceptance and a chair if I would. Then we talked in a soft and easy way Spoke of the menial things of the day. But quickly it turned confession in part With a drink, a puff and a curse from her heart. She had beauty beneath the scars of her strife With the savoir fair of a much better life. Then told me a story so doomed and despaired That I sat quite spellbound of all she declared. But confessions to me are a sacred trust Though they ring of the devils call and of lust. I bowed to her sacrifice kissed her hand twice And gave her my best and honest advice. No giver or taker the goal of the soul But only deals in the worth of the whole. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Sy, in the photo of the moment, I could hear the husky voice, giving up to the recipient all of the pain, in a quiet, anquished manner, as the man across from her could do nothing but listen...until the silence fell, and he could once again find his own voice to give solace... thank you for adding to my library... |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I forced my face in the odd of a place That screamed to heaven of old southern lace. They’re in a corner, a constant boarder, A veteran smoker, drinker and mourner. ====================== I smiled at her dare and moved back my chair Went to her table in gracious declare. Offered my name and a drink as I stood Nodded acceptance and a chair if I would. ===================== She had beauty beneath the scars of her strife With the savoir fair of a much better life. Then told me a story so doomed and despaired That I sat quite spellbound of all she declared. But confessions to me are a sacred trust Though they ring of the devils call and of lust. I bowed to her sacrifice kissed her hand twice And gave her my best and honest advice. No giver or taker the goal of the soul But only deals in the worth of the whole. ==================== I dont know which is more impressive about this piece ... the use of combining detailed imagery and story telling ... or your gift of inner line rhyme that makes the cadence sing the story to us ... (reading this aloud is a poetic pleasure) or the subtle golden wisdom and soul from the poet that I read within the lines... "But confessions to me are a sacred trust Though they ring of the devils call and of lust. I bowed to her sacrifice kissed her hand twice And gave her my best and honest advice. No giver or taker the goal of the soul But only deals in the worth of the whole." so very very cool poet sir ... so very. outstanding show of your talent and grace me sweet Sy. and you make it all look so easy. and by the way... you can "force your face ... in any ole place" of mine ... anytime *L*  bring Randy ... I'll buy him a drink too The Kool-aid is on me (and the raspberry tea) *winkiewinkie* Strange ... the desire for certain pleasures is a part of my pain. ~Kahlil Gibran~ |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
treasure box bound  It's amazing how you make your face just like a wall how you take your heart and turn it off how I turn my head and lose it all MB20 |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
Another excellent tale... I bow to you and yours. Peace. |
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Voiceless Senior Member
since 2001-02-19
Posts 686Under the stars upon the wind |
It flows beautifully and is a beautiful poem! ~*Peachy Be*~ |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
quite a bit more lengthy than your usual fare, Sy...and understandably so....well worth it. Nicely done..... |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Your storyteller is showing, Sy. (o: An entertaining read, thanks for it. 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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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Sunshine, Thank you for adding this to your library. *L* JM, YOU I LOVE. WINLIEWINKIE STINKY Andrew, Thank you much. Voiceless, Thanks for the beautiful. Balladeer, Hi Mike, big thanks for the nicely. Meadow, Thank you so much Claire. *L* |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
You've woven a wonderful tale here, Sy... and presented it with your usual perfection! *S* I enjoyed very much! |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
beautiful Sy, I remember some of my neighbors when I first moved here..much older than I, and I loved to sit on their porch or mine and hear the stories of their life...always amazed me how they managed to survive their struggles...now I wish some of them were still around to listen to mine and encourage me. thank you ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". ...Pope John Paul II |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Suthern, From one perfection to another, thank you. *L* Nakd, Enjoyed your comment very much, Thank you. |
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