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Of Helen's Troy
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Of Helen's Troy |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Of man, I speak in trickling ebbs of words ~*~Thine heart is like a sharpened blade Forcibly to scrape the shadows from my soul Then this, of porcelain skin in sin to trade To him that covets power but a form in coal Of man, I seek not empathy, not justice ~*~Thy fingers turn to icy fragments chilled The hearth that once had bore such warmth Then this, to capture but the surface scarcely spilled And ever shall I cease the ships that wander forth Of man, the bitterest of pill to slip upon my tongue ~*~Thy name is infamy, thy crest uncertainty The light has left me now, upon baroque etern Of man, then but be ever left the wisp of me To him resolves the once, and each in single turn Copyright Kkh 4/24/03 (Inspired by the talents of Magnus The Great) [This message has been edited by ThisDiamond (04-25-2003 10:15 PM).] |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (smiles) Hehehe, you and Barry must have been watching a lot of TV lately, that made-for-TV movie and all, yes? (kiss on cheek) This is wonderful, sweet friend, I much enjoy seeing Homer's magic come alive again, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Kathleen, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Lady, inspired by....hummmmm, Nawwww, you are the one that inspires, so very well with each and every poem that you articulate and share with all of us. And this poem surely does just that... |
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