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A Letter to Myself
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A Letter to Myself |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla 
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A Letter To Myself My Demons soar behind my door Spilling guile into midnights wile Selling its morphine evermore. Soothing my soul in sanguine style. Caressing vows to listening ears. Blessing my eyes in languid cool Honing though into distant fears. Convincing me I'm not a fool. Revealing me smooth lakes of green With rainbows booting in the swell And lending me to dreamers dream By warming hell without the smell. But when it lifts this green of mist All this illusion draped in sleep Those emerald hues of non exist. Soon dissolve in the wake of keep. Good men rage their glory's morn But demons hid the true of dawn. |
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doreen peri Member Elite
since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812Virginia |
i wish MY demons would convince ME i'm not a fool.... and that smell of hell line, way too cool... how DO you do it?  you want to be a writer, don't know how or when, find a quiet place, use a humble pen-paul simon |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
...emerald hues of non-exist... makes me feel as if I had just faded away... wonderful write, Sy |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
The feel of this is like feathers stroking one's neck. Loved that feel. Curious, what form is this with the 4 stanzas of 4 lines then a 2 line, sort of summation? |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Sy-babes ... may I answer Dor's Q of how? ... "COOL-AID" ... it flows thru his veins ... Cherry me thinks.. and Raspberry thru his randy dragons  ========================= Spilling guile into midnights wile Selling its morphine evermore. Soothing my soul in sanguine style. ======================== Revealing me smooth lakes of green With rainbows booting in the swell And lending me to dreamers dream By warming hell without the smell. But when it lifts this green of mist All this illusion draped in sleep Those emerald hues of non exist. Soon dissolve in the wake of keep. Good men rage their glory's morn But demons hid the true of dawn. ======================= these verses ... will go down in poetic history as some of the coolest ever penned.. if one should truly ponder and dwell their wisdom and mystery ... "Revealing me smooth lakes of green With rainbows booting in the swell And lending me to dreamers dream By warming hell without the smell." But when it lifts this green of mist All this illusion draped in sleep Those emerald hues of non exist. Soon dissolve in the wake of keep. your so white hot cool one needs to wear shade while reading ya  *winkiewinkie* later-see me winkies from behind me shades-gator "she calls me baby ... she calls everybody baaaaby". ~jc mellencamp~ ;) |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Doreen, Pay the fare, take the trip. On second thought your too nice to do that. Just be patient. Everything come to those that wait. *L* Sy Karilea, Thanks for the wonderful. *L* Vas, Janet gave a pretty good answer. Thanks for the read. JM, You write the coolest stuff. these verses ... will go down in poetic history as some of the coolest ever penned.. if one should truly ponder and dwell their wisdom and mystery ... I love it. You seem to be the only one that even comes close to what I try to say in some of my poems. I guess that is why I love you so much. Winkiewinkie Stinky |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Well it is hard to beat JM's reply but I do agree with her. I am thinking about tossing out my coffee and buying stock in that flavored water company with the talking pitcher. If I were to choose a favorite verse then I would have to choose them all. This was a wonderful piece to share and leaves much food for thought. ( I know...wash it down with "COOL-AID"  If you find yourself stranded in a storm ...then reach for my hand and we will play in the puddles together |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Mark, You are a fist class poet and you don't need cool-aid. The simple fact that JM takes such pains to answer your poems means your pretty damn good. Thanks for commenting on mine. |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
Awesome work Seymour! Well done, as usual! |
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