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Magnus

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since 2001-10-10

Posts 14135
South Carolina, USA

0 posted 2003-05-31 02:20 PM

Oh but once this oft worried mind
could find the bed of restfulness.
Would walk the fields of greenery
within the brows furrowed repress.

Where flowers dance the warming ray
in meadows of the green and bold.
Till light is born in frolic play
to take my hand, to tremor hold.

For as each grain the glass does spill
upon the mound of aching thought.
A distant loon, unheard does trill
in wait the mate in lustful naught.

A curving lip upon the skip
of beat where frowns do often lie.
The journey long of feet that slip
as softly heard the moans reply.

To wake the dream's reality
and walk the field of golden grain.
A wish, a thought, a wanted plea
from which my voice shant not refrain.

Now, as the light does wane the hill
upon the oceans saddened blue.
I cast a rope in need the tug,
a friendly grasp, a hug will do.

[This message has been edited by Magnus (05-31-2003 02:36 PM).]

passing shadows
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since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

1 posted 2003-05-31 02:24 PM

Midnitesun

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since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

2 posted 2003-05-31 02:26 PM

For as each grain the glass does spill
upon the mound of aching thought.
A distant loon, unheard does trill
in wait the mate in lustful naught
***************************************
smiling at this , as another pen name for me is midnite loon

I hear this night call, and await.

ethome
Member Patricius

since 2000-05-14

Posts 11858
New Brunswick Canada

3 posted 2003-05-31 03:06 PM

Can't put my finger on the pulse of it all but you write in a traditional style that reminds me of someone.....Hummm....Well this is well crafted and a great read!

The best teachers have the biggest ears

Mistletoe Angel

Member Empyrean

since 2000-12-17

Posts 32816
Portland, Oregon

4 posted 2003-05-31 03:10 PM

(smiles) Oh Barry, this is so very touching, deareest friend, too often have I felt the sands of Agrabah I thought I treaded upon sift through my fingers and I'm only kneeling down in my own sandbox! (big hugggsssssss) You speak of the distinguishment of realms so well, dearest friend, 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

***Shakira***

Magnus

Member Laureate

since 2001-10-10

Posts 14135
South Carolina, USA

5 posted 2003-05-31 03:15 PM

Eric, thanx... if you figure it out, let
me know... sometimes I think I have a clue
and others... well...

ThisDiamond
Member Rara Avis

since 2002-02-22

Posts 9353
Michigan, USA

6 posted 2003-05-31 03:27 PM

Hug...
TD

garysgirl

Member Laureate

since 2002-09-29

Posts 19237
Florida, USA

7 posted 2003-05-31 03:43 PM

To wake the dream's reality
and walk the field of golden grain.
A wish, a thought, a wanted plea
from which my voice shant not refrain.

Now, as the light does wane the hill
upon the oceans saddened blue.
I cast a rope in need the tug,
a friendly grasp, a hug will do.

Patricia
Member Elite

since 2003-04-06

Posts 2160
Missouri

8 posted 2003-05-31 04:34 PM

Barry,

Close your eyes, worry not.

For tomorrow you will walk the field of golden grain. Not a wish, not a thought, not a plea...a reality.

She will pull you in from those sad oceans. And hug you close as well.

Forgive me, I got caught up with this one. I read it numerous times...had to ask the 12 year old to turn down the stereo 40 times.(slight exaggeration, very slight! LOL)

I hope I got it. You let me know, OK?

Patricia

Nightshade

Member Patricius

since 2001-08-31

Posts 13962
just out of reach

9 posted 2003-05-31 04:54 PM

I cast a rope in need the tug,
a friendly grasp, a hug will do.

Get over here then and I'll hug ya dear poet friend. Awesome write Barry! Chris

"Hope" is the thing with feathers-
that perches in the soul....

-Emily Dickinson

Magnus

Member Laureate

since 2001-10-10

Posts 14135
South Carolina, USA

10 posted 2003-05-31 05:22 PM

Chris....on my way!!!

Patricia, you are close... yet, with all
poetry...there is always the mystique of
exactly what the poet is writing of...
sometimes... I start knowing, sometimes
I start learning what it is..

Ivy Rose
Senior Member

since 2001-12-29

Posts 1300
MA, USA

11 posted 2003-05-31 05:46 PM

Magnus...This is such exquisite reminesce. To think what a simple hug can do for the human spirit. What tears one kiss will wipe away. Your thoughts beautifully expressed, my friend. ***Ivy Rose

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