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ethome
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since 2000-05-14

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New Brunswick Canada

0 posted 2002-02-15 09:06 AM

This is a slight rewrite of a previous post.

                   On a hot night after labour, when the thought worms weave and crawl
                   I was dealing with some anger, I was hiding from my faults.
                   And my soul was running rancid, feeling kind of bleak,
                   So I looked out through my window, past the day lacking peace,
                   and I fell into a liquidness and nursed my inner child
                   I was searching for some righteousness, I'd been searching for awhile.
                   Then I heard a song Arrochar, an Indian through my glass
                   The story of a gallant chief whose days were long since past.

                   His words kept growing louder as my eyes began to stray.
                   My muse was breathing harder while the daylight slipped away
                   A troop hard riding, bluecoat boys rode in before my eyes
                   Their Captain barking orders loud as dust clouds reached the sky.

                   Then I stroked my whiskered chin a bit, and drank in the sky's ink
                   When you're out there in that wonder, you just can't refuse to think.
                   I was floating through a timeless glass, up to the spirit of hearts
                   I was getting close to reasons born, somewhere beside the stars.

                   Suddenly the chieftain's eyes hypnotized my source
                   He sang softly in my ears, part of a music score.
                   Then I heard the call of Arrochar, I soared outside of me
                   I was blithesome in that distant land, within the summary peace.

                   Until the great chief sang his song,

                   "Here in the land of Arrochar,
                   I can tell you it's too late
                   to grace the earth with spirit's care
                   in a world so full of waste.
                   Now your future's headed nowhere
                   and you'll never live free
                   with clear blue skies and windswept air
                   where nature's breath is clean.
                   You're off the trail of wild horses
                   in your automobiles and planes
                   and your synthetic hope is phony
                   while your greed is cursed with pain."


                   Then I got to feeling empty, when the Captain killed this chief
                   And I cried removed from yesterday, but still searching for that peace
                   Off the trail of wild horses I drifted back into the smog
                   and on a dark road with my fellow man I was feeling lost.

The role of poetry is to utter the un-utterable; to open up
spaces of consciousness and resistance; to language oppressions; to
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Munda
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since 1999-10-08

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The Hague, The Netherlands

1 posted 2002-02-15 09:31 AM

Sigh... too true... too true. Great job!

Dark Stranger
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since 2001-03-19

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West Coast

2 posted 2002-02-15 09:44 AM

heavy texture
thick smells
can taste the wax
on the tin cup photos

well done

Sunshine

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Listening to every heart

3 posted 2002-02-15 10:04 AM

As good a read as before...I had not forgotten this piece...not at all...

Martie

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4 posted 2002-02-15 10:15 AM

Eric

A wonderful write, as always. Keep bringing them back..I love to ready your works!

hoot_owl_rn
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Glen Hope, PA USA

5 posted 2002-02-15 10:57 AM

A beautidul epic tale if I ever heard one...you remain a great story tell dear poet

Startime
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Canada

6 posted 2002-02-15 10:59 AM

*sigh* I loved it the first time and now I love it even more...You brought it all to life....Magnificent...**big hugs**

Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams.

Marsha

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Maidstone Kent England

7 posted 2002-02-15 01:36 PM

PT darling boy, oh my this is utterly utterly wonderful, your pen is perfectly poetical. I loved this the first time I read it but this time I had to reply and tell you I love it utterly utterly

This verse is awesome

Then I got to feeling empty, when the Captain killed this chief
And I cried removed from yesterday, but still searching for that peace
Off the trail of wild horses I drifted back into the smog
and on a dark road with my fellow man I was feeling lost

You know I love this don’t you? Of course you do now go and write something I can keep up with. This is beauty to rich and fair for everyday use. Absolutely perfect writing

Love and warm stuff
As always
Mushy

To give light to them that sit in darkness..... to guide our feet into the way of peace Luke 2:79

Mistletoe Angel

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since 2000-12-17

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Portland, Oregon

8 posted 2002-02-15 01:49 PM

BRAVO!!! CLAPPING WILDLY!!! Oh my gosh, this is a true classic sweet friend, I LOVE IT!!! (BIG HUGGGSSSSSSS) Your words are always sooooo wonderfully spellbinding, I remember this too, we all love you so so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Eric, thank you for sahring!

May love and light always shine upon you!

Love,
Noah Eaton

Wanda
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since 2001-10-23

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9 posted 2002-02-15 04:44 PM

Ethome; This is the first time I have seen your work. Fantastic story/poem. Beautiful writing. I stand in awe. Wanda

Seymour Tabin
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Tamarac Fla

10 posted 2002-02-15 04:56 PM

Ethome,
Wonderful write, enjoyed.

Paula Finn
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missouri

11 posted 2002-02-20 12:19 PM

Ah sweet poet man...I loved it before...I love it still

Marge Tindal

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Florida's Foreverly Shores

12 posted 2002-02-20 12:25 PM

ETHome~

And of course you knew I'd hear this one~

'I fell into a liquidness and nursed my inner child'

What a lovely, lovely thought, my friend~
This spirited heart thanks you~
*Hugs*
~*Marge*~

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
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Mysteria

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British Columbia, Canada

13 posted 2002-02-20 01:05 AM

Well I missed it first time around, but not this time, and have saved it in the library of my favorites, and by the way...it is really good to see a posting from you. I missed your work.

Live today like it was your last day on earth!
~* I don't know who said it but they were sure right *~

ethome
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since 2000-05-14

Posts 11858
New Brunswick Canada

14 posted 2002-02-21 06:38 AM

Thanks to all that were able to take the time to read this poem. I appreciate it so very much!

ethome
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since 2000-05-14

Posts 11858
New Brunswick Canada

15 posted 2002-04-10 08:36 PM

Thanks to all once again!

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