Open Poetry #14 |
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Winds Of Change |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace ![]() |
Winds Of Change there is something in the air I feel it everywhere blowing is the winds of change tie down what you don’t want rearranged it blast hot it gust freezing cold new floats in out drifts the old entwines us in yesterday and today yet make room it is here to stay you can try to stop it with all your will those strong winds are coming still open up or they shall break you down one way or the other they will turn you around "...the rest is silence" (Hamlet) Shakespeare [This message has been edited by 1slick_lady (edited 05-21-2001).] |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Very nice, I like the short lines, gives small bits that are emotionally easy to take, to adsorb. enjoyed the read. Gloom [This message has been edited by Professor Gloom (edited 05-21-2001).] |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
ok i changed it ......better now? LOL helen |
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Interloper![]() ![]()
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Well done. I think they ought to use that for a book and/or movie title ... what do you think ![]() Live for love. Without love, you don't live. [This message has been edited by Interloper (edited 05-21-2001).] |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
Yes, nothing can really stop the winds of change can it? Enjoyed this one, Helen Kathleen Blake |
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Poeminister Senior Member
since 2000-02-26
Posts 1862Regina SK; Canada |
You speak sooth. Nicely penned. |
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DonFurr Member
since 2001-01-01
Posts 172Monticello IN |
Wow I wish I had said that. I know that I felt it. |
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Marge Tindal![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
OneSlickLady~ Buffeting about the wind blows free ... Changing ~ Rearranging ~ Enjoyed this. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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