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Passion Chronicles I
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Passion Chronicles I |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533
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"Love makes a poet even of a bumpkin" -Euripides Innocence assumes the correct path. Untutored and guided by metaphysical intuition seemingly innate, a pre-teen aspires to know Love in the purest sense. Yearn akin to a tot lost in a crowd with Dondi eyes begging to be re-attached to the feminine soul which higher instinct knows true life requires. Dread, on the precipice of "manhood", a cruel fall foreshadowed by glimpses of unyielding rigidity and a future of stone severity in the company of posers. Yes, that first time was passion, as pure as I would ever know, and it's torment I willfully chose, a sentiment absent esteem. I wish I'd never left you. The three mile walk through winter, was a warm glide, the first flight of an angel. We saw God through our rapturous eyes. That crepuscular eve dimmed for thirty five years a truth which others replaced with the worldly acceptability of desire cultivated for it's own sake. Religious taboos and other obstacles which spurred titillating and frenzied passion and relegated truth to a chimerical ideal. I stepped up and flexed to the notion of what men were supposed to be, becoming better at it than most. Through the casual liasons of the carefree age of Aquarius, through the caprice of the bump in the night disco era, tiring as the goodbar distributor in the time of avarice. Now many names and places, half known when fresh, mostly elude the memory of a heart which recalls those days of lies in light of a greater truth......... |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (sad sigh) Love has indeed gotten more avarice over the years, and it seems so much of the magic of romance has faded, and I too know how it feels to be tricked painfully by the meaning of love early, for I am just about to turn 18 and I dream ever so much of falling in love. (big hugggssssss) But the light of a greater truth for loves essence still is with us all, and as long as we can follow our own hearts within reason, we can find that beauty. (sigh) BRAVO Richard! Your words are always so meaningful to us! I LOVE IT!!! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet friend, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Richard, you romantic softie you! You brought back a lot of memories for me with this one for sure. That first love, and the feeling of it, was never to be duplicated. Over time people's expectations of love change, and with it, the feelings do diminish somewhat. I can relate to him walking miles to come just for an hour, and the heart flutters of the waiting. This is a poem to be pondered at length, and a good one too. Thanks for the memories.  Try giving your smile to someone who doesn't have one, and I bet someone will come along and give you another. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Yes, that first time was passion, as pure as I would ever know, and it's torment I willfully chose, a sentiment absent esteem. I wish I'd never left you. The three mile walk through winter, was a warm glide, the first flight of an angel. We saw God through our rapturous eyes. That crepuscular eve dimmed for thirty five years =================================== in the time of avarice. Now many names and places, half known when fresh, mostly elude the memory of a heart which recalls those days of lies in light of a greater truth......... ======================================== you get me every time....with the depth...with the honesty...and with the innovative, impressive vocabulary. very very cool write Richard... I hope the numeber one means this will be a work and thought continued. jm This distance has shown how the road remains alone |
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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee |
More!..... As I have been disgusted with my era of "Sex, Drugs, Rock`N Roll...I wish we could go way back for some reasons. And way forward for others. Truly amazing poet you are...I must Wow! back at you for your photo! Sincerely, Regina |
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The Lady of Shallot Senior Member
since 2001-10-03
Posts 818USA |
oh, my hard to choose a favorite line....but these are my favorite "Yes, that first time was passion, as pure as I would ever know, and it's torment I willfully chose, a sentiment absent esteem. I wish I'd never left you." how utterly romantic and moving, don't know why but they made me feel that "first time" feeling..... -befriend yourself and you will never be alone- |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Very intense poem, R..Liked it lots. Sandra |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
Exquisite writing here, Richard. Very passionate indeed. All writing comes |
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Tracey Member Elite
since 2001-08-29
Posts 2808where insanity meets breeding |
Wow. These memories are written well. If she who dies with the most toys wins, then can I have some toy boys please? |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
R, this is very very well expressed as only you can. It is amazing how each time we love it is on a different level, a different sense of passion, a deeper meaning. I do hope this will be a series. I love it, as I love the new pic!  ~hugs, Nancy~ ~Time has cast a spell on you, |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Passionate memories, free love, first love, obligated love... you've covered several decades and kinds of 'love' here. I enjoy your open honesty. |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
I sure liked this write (i still do) "Yearn akin to a tot lost in a crowd with Dondi eyes begging to be re-attached to the feminine soul which higher instinct knows true life requires." Nice |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
For all of the poetry I write - I am still a bumpkin at heart... well done, Sir! |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Richard, All paths come to wed and Phantoms pull the sled. Enjoyed the read. |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
Words filled with meaning are woven with ease from your pen bringing them to life. Well done. Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams. |
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