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In Death Till Evermore
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In Death Till Evermore |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA 
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Whence I must rest beneath the green of grasses mown and wooden knell. Whence I must lie in still refrain as sadness sounds the brassy bell. For in the mome’ of my demise, the last breath left of ragged chest. The closing slow of time worn eyes whence once I’ve gone eternal rest I lived each beat as does the rain that flows into the brook of clear. Falling gently ‘gainst pebbly grain. No sadness, pain of one’s own fear. Whence dust does take the bone to ash from cent’ries of the blanket's lie. No hopes to shatter, tatter, dash for all was gave in warrior’s try. And ‘pon the stone in scribble write the words shall say to all who read a poet died one dreary night whence once the heart did flowing bleed. In search a raven.....evermore.... Upon the tap tap tapping at my door... [This message has been edited by Magnus (08-20-2002 05:03 PM).] |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
From whence did come this teary tale Of good poet’s cast into the vale? Nay, Sire, ‘tis not yet time nor way of claim To quit thy write before the fame So shed the dark and don the light And write, good poet, into the night… |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 Wow!!! Oh Barry, once again you speak from the more darker aspects of life with the blood of Edgar Allen Poe at heart, I love it! (sigh) This is somewhat depressing yet so very powerful, sweet friend, I love it, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Barry, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Whence comes the lay of sun to moon as stark of light becomes the noon Thy poet writes in feathered quill Yes my lady, I will, I will.... For thee doth give to heart one beat whence more do come and not retreat As words do flow from weary sage I write to you, upon this page.... Thy Whisper touches once this soul to quell the noise of brassy toll Till darkness does the earth befall I write my lady, I give my all.. |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Noah... These words of sad and heart torn say before the eyes will once more play. And in the mome' before I've passed A final write...I'll give...my last. Yet till the bell in quietness tolls a pen shall flow from one of souls and thee wilt see these words again from heart of me, a weary man.... |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Barry - a heart runs with bleed from what I see. This is an excellent write... BC |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
BC....I was reading a little bit of John Keat's poetry this afternoon...and that is what inspired this write.... Thanx... |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Most excellent Barry! So glad I didn't miss this one! ~hugs~ ~ Time has cast a spell on you |
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Suetang Member Ascendant
since 2001-03-07
Posts 5187Melbourne, Australia |
Hello Barry You never cease to amaze me with your masterful array of words. Each time I read something from you the words touch my heart in so many ways. This one was so sad, yet filled with the beauty of your soul. Take care......Sue I am in motion |
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