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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Once upon a time there was an aspiring poet who sang songs of love. One morning he awoke in a passionate land, sunshine welcoming him. This was a wonderful place full of poets sharing their songs. Songs of love found, songs of love lost, and songs of everlasting love. Songs of sorrow sometimes floated in the air, to be answered with hope, support, and always with compassion. Aspiring poet traveled this land and met sea who, like sunshine, was a goddess. They, in turn, introduced him to the great lumberjack, Sven, whose songs captured the imagination. There were women of mystery, Gaelic roses, goddesses with green eyes, even slick ladies and humorous salters. He met an informal BMW who bobbed up ever so often, sharing remembrances of prior paths walked in more terrible times. There was even an extra terrestrial singer of songs and a captain of sorts who taught aspiring poet the telling of tales. There were song singers with charisma, others that sang way out songs, and still others sang with futuristic tiers. Then, one dreary day, a trapper/scout told aspiring poet that his songs were anathema. It seems the gods of song sent the chief balladic singer of songs to silence his voice. He said the rabbits and squirrels were offended and the ones not offended needed to be protected from aspiring poet’s songs of love. No longer able to sing his songs, aspiring poet curled up in the shade and withered away. Yet his spirit floats in the ether, listening to songs from unfettered thoughts and those who could see more cabins in the land of tindal where resides the minister of poems and all the others whose songs fill the air. His voice stilled … his mind forever thoughtful as his spirit awaits a reawakening. Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. Philip Sidney (1554-1586) Loving in Truth |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
how can I help you to awaken your spirit..... and heal your hurt heart? ~*~ please, let me help you your songs of love so inspire you can't let them fade ~*~ dear Interloper your words are magic to me don't take them away ~*~ SEA |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
The worst silence is one imposed by anothers If your words top, who or what else will be silenced simply because your words were not heard? A very nice tale....but it concerns me the message is one of giving up something that is important..if to no one but the poet Whose words now dance To the rhythm of passing days And jump in syncopated rhyme within this mind of haze Whose words now run In abandoned fields of time And walk among the ruins Of memories sublime. Whose words now sleep In beds of passion made And caress the tender places That none of us would trade Whose words now linger In the essence of who I am And permeate the core Of every lonely man Your words…. Your words…. Your words…. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Hey now..once upon a time I felt this way too...in fact I think I feel this way about once a month (hmmm....just a coincidence?  ) But truly I think everyone has to come to the decision to write or not--me? I just keep my head down and keep on typing. I've long ago given up the need to be understood by EVERYBODY. It just can't be done. Smiles to you, Interloper. I've enjoyed your work and hope to read many more from you!!! |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
go on singing songs he who holds our melody you sing such sweet songs "...the rest is silence" (Hamlet) Shakespeare |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
Interloper....what Cpat. Hair said...plus...."...Fix Bayonets!...." (BMW...smiling). Bob |
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Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
This I read with sadness. It is like the old story: they came for the Jews and I kept silent; they came for the Blacks and no words escaped my lips; then they came for me and there were no others. Hmmm! Someone or collective someone should not have this power. For all of are but peasant wordsmiths. Pen on!! "I am not now that which I have been." |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Intensely deep write...I have to say....Write on my friend!! The role of poetry is to utter the un-utterable; to open up |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
look inside. . . find that flame. . . I know this feeling. . . well done. . . ----------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
It's getting so a poet isn't safe anywhere!!!!  "This rose has seen red, I have been blue |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
But all poets and their readers are certainly most safe...here.... |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
InterLoper~ In the 'Land Of Tindal' you are WELCOME ANYTIME the muses move you my way. They don't call this place 'Passions' for nothing ! !  Once upon a time, there were INSPIRING poets across the globe who met opposition to their work ... most of those poets are now considered the 'Masters' AND with a stroke of justice - most of the 'offended' ... curled up and died on the vine of JEALOUSY. The progression of history did away with the guillotine ?  I do not intend to wait to have my Obit speak my words ! Age your words in the vat of wisdom - and awaken in Vintage-pouring of your thoughts across this poetically passionate land. My prayer this night ... Lord, protect me from the rabid rabbits and the squirrelly squirrels.  Sweet little *Hugs* sent your way, poet. ~*MargeOfTheManyCabins*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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