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Parker Member Elite
since 2000-01-06
Posts 3129ON |
Not I Be at peace, lone heart Nights wavering winds blow on Obscured gems of heaven shine Although hidden from moments now It is brief the pain of graying clouds Ignore nights-flashing cry, of torment Although eternity, seems the sun away Shiveriing wind oft’ is lone companion More familier then friend or love And less the harsh for trust in truth Willing when in comfort is need And abandonement is warmth of touch This foe being love, elusive to the ever seek A hearthy laugh may I, of destiny and fate The fool and the prankster of hopes lost Ha, and the dagger of death is faith in love Seek not the heart, for soul it has not! The devil being master, when weak its spark This tunnel does no end, without light's fire And joy brushes desire a hollow lament With passion the knock of the stranger And doth’ open the door of the weak Freed from the lonely, this brief of flesh. But hope, dear hope Held fragile with gossamer thread, The curse of remembered breath So dear in past, oh sweet memory Shallow, soft, whispered breath Louder then the rage of wind And sweet in melody of parting lips. But, so distant from now! Oh pain of this, what say? Companion to a fool and prankster? Down road of hopes lost? Hmmmm, sweet breath! Not I, NOT I. James Parker Haley July 31, 2001 [This message has been edited by Parker (edited 08-01-2001).] |
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maeve Member
since 2001-08-01
Posts 139In the Outback |
This is very hauntingly beautiful and complex, Parker. A very impressive poem. Maeve |
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Dee Member Elite
since 2000-08-19
Posts 2330Queensland, Australia |
Seems like your muse is back and rearing to go, Parker. Very interesting piece. I enjoyed it. Dee I wish you every happiness and may you always have the best of the good things in life. a brand |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
This tunnel does no end, without light's fire And joy brushes desire a hollow lament With passion the knock of the stranger And doth’ open the door of the weak Freed from the lonely, this brief of flesh. But hope, dear hope Held fragile with gossamer thread, The curse of remembered breath So dear in past, oh sweet memory Shallow, soft, whispered breath Louder then the rage of wind And sweet in melody of parting lips. But, so distant from now! ============================ what a lovely contemplative piece... the classic language, vocab, and verbiage in this is pure poetry P-man... and the imagery and expression of the emote is hauntingly romantic written with subtlely sensual intensity. very cool write sweets...thy muse has returned with such lovely gifts well done poet sir  jm slow burn ... |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
this is breathtaking....I wish I could write like this!  I think you should recite this one too |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
this should be read on stage with soft candlelight...umm I like the sound of that! " I walked beside the evening sea And dreamed a dream that could not be" George William Curtis" |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
enjoy |
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Parker Member Elite
since 2000-01-06
Posts 3129ON |
maeve, thank you. Dee, yeah I guess hot breath just keeps me a going... lol. Janet, brown eye's thank you. I just needed to say something... not sure exactily what I said but, said it anyway.. Sea, I would but I don't do shakerspearing poetry very well.. and I don't want you lovely ladies to get bored of hearing my stuff. Irish Rose, that does sound interesting. Vandana, thank you. parker |
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dgvarner Member Elite
since 2000-05-13
Posts 3552High Springs, Florida |
this is an interesting one...i love the way its written..a bit dark and haunting..but there is something youre trying to say..some depth youre trying to free yourself from..and "brief of flesh" is just a dagger in your heart..for its not exactly what you want..you want for more..something real, but it is not within your grasp... or have i completely read it wrong..?? lol anyway, i love it..ive had to read it several times..every time i was certain of a lines meaning, the next one would throw me off..! wonderfully written parker.. hugs, g ~dgvarner/fallen rain~ |
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Parker Member Elite
since 2000-01-06
Posts 3129ON |
dg, thank you for the grand analysis. You hit the mark a few times. Just an attempt to give it an old English writing style... Knowing my total lack of understanding of old English. Shakespear is probably rolling over in his grave. Sorry Shakes old boy. as for "Breif of Flesh" I don't like brief... Parker |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
A lonely wind does blow, but it seems you will not succumb to it! Good to see your strength here. One tiny edit: More familier then friend or love s/b spelled "familiar." Peace, my friend. Cor |
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Parker Member Elite
since 2000-01-06
Posts 3129ON |
Thank you sweet poet... and for the spell check. Parker |
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