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My Heart's Purgatory
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My Heart's Purgatory |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
I’ve caged you Oh heart of mine Locked away that spring feel I’ve drown you In flood of time Weighed down by heavy will Roasted in summer Tamed despite color’s fill To resign to icy days The beating now grows still The chill spills through the bars of iron, Touching the smooth stone where lying No strength left to shiver freezing has begun And the prisoner is slowly dying. Gloom |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Professor It's the same question, do we have choice of will? Good write. |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
very well done Proff. I did enjoy this one... |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
Professor, you know how much we would give to have you allow us to show you the warm, but as you have stated before, this is where you wish to be... we personalize so many of the poems in here. You are probably in the Bahamas, soaking up the sand,  just making us think of a chilled will. Well done, Sir. |
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muted
since 2004-01-15
Posts 2949Elapsing, Eclipsing, Evolving |
though this is chilly, even as it saddens me...it managed to lull me softly as well! gentle, sad read much enjoyed |
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Terrina Member
since 2003-12-31
Posts 166California |
True to your name, but a great poem nonetheless, thank you for sharing. |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
"The chill spills through the bars of iron, Touching the smooth stone where lying No strength left to shiver freezing has begun And the prisoner is slowly dying." As I am sure is true with most the women on these pages...you stole a piece of me the first moment I read you...so sad..all I wanted to do was make it better... You have a gift for writing it so very well..  "sit on top of the world and tell me how you feel...'cause what you feel is what I feel for you.." |
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Michelle_loves_Mike
since 2003-12-20
Posts 1189Pennsylvania |
let the prisoner out,,,,, good work Michelle I wish all could find the true happiness I have found,,in the eyes of Mike |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I do know...yes |
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McLean Member
since 2004-01-05
Posts 484state of marital bliss |
Creepy sad, is what I feel after eyeballing your words. Is that what you were going for, or am I off-base? McLean |
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Sadelite Member Elite
since 2003-10-11
Posts 2519 |
Vivid. [This message has been edited by Sadelite (01-21-2004 09:49 PM).] |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you, All I am most appreciative of the responses. Originally the last stanza was the poem was written, But I thought it needed just a bit more explanation, So I wrote the other And Lady in White, how did you know I got caught, Mon At Pointe Les Salinas laying in the sun On sandy beach drinking Sketch pad and pen in hand As birthday clad beauties run So much skin I be thinking Was that she skittering by Usually only seen at night With so much shown to catch the eye Was that our Lady in White? t'was single digits her last night all else must have been a dream And for McLean’s what I was trying, Like I said I was trying to tone it down, so creepy sad was not my plan. But is so much my tendency, it’s hard for me not to. As for those that wish to make it better T’is something I’ve struggled with for years upon years now. Once again Thanks to all Gloom |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
So that WAS you, ‘twas you, The Mon Lying there in the sun Capturing beauties with a pen, Capturing every one ‘twas you I saw, all there in black lying in the sand I thought you waved, for I waved back, I thought you waved your hand. For I would run among the waves, Among the waves so blue, And little did I know, or might know, That the professor would be there too! Now you know where Lady would live, There, on the beaches so white Now walk with me, oh Professor, Do! Under the blanket of night. Thank you, Professor. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Gandolf the Gray -- this was beautiful poetry but I hope it is not reality...only word wizardry. ..jo |
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