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Dead Ringers
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Canuckster Member
since 2002-01-09
Posts 285New Mexico, USA 
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DEAD RINGERS Cathedral bells fall slowly from leaden beams embedded with casual phrases, flippantly tossed about toward heaven pell-mell with knowing nods: covert exchanges. All the while, clapping; paying the bell toll with coin extracted indulgently from pilgrims, skimmed off the top from dross of hell, extruded then channeled to "God's" kingdom. Midst clamor, chasms quietly open allowing rain to seep in unnoticed puddling surreptitiously by icon statue, arms extended as if embraced by some unseen guest, who may have waded past guilded guardians since displaced, missed appeal of the one they've traded Traders all, I fear, traitors to the cause CRASH SPLASH CLANG Jesus Christ; they give me pause. © 2000 Barton J. Breen never try to teach a pig to sing |
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skyshine 
since 2002-02-07
Posts 3058Beneath the northern stars |
Very intense.  sky |
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Silver Streak Member Elite
since 2002-01-02
Posts 3625FL, USA |
Well penned! They give me pause, too. I believe in going directly to the top! -newell Sharing God's Love through perfectlovepoetry.com |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Yeah they give me pause too! I got to tell you, I don't think the Lord's short of cash! Like Do Henely says..."ya mijght hate the system and hate your job....but you don't have to pray to a little tin God." Nicely written! The role of poetry is to utter the un-utterable; to open up |
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Archiveghost Junior Member
since 2002-02-09
Posts 16 |
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