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David's Song
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David's Song |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Hurled into a world of deep tones and thoughts Dancing up and down in accord with unswerving snapshots The insipid harshness of places, cool changing winds Insecure adaptations, spewing up pricey conflicts Checking my watch, arguing such attacks Within our soil, smashing doors of snippety language Vacant dark eyes rein with veils of drunkenness Unnoticing hungers neglecting the infant How I learn to whistle along warm oil and flames I should blot out every thought and image maimed For vain salted breeze blows in bonded regions Where time and patience orchestrates weakness Pausing to listen to the forest’s opinion Within a helpless hour, suddenly growing doctrines How we steel market white dreams and perfumes With ivory toes which sees every blotting womb Reminding me to re-read everything deep and far away For soon an old woman will trip through Wednesday Shifting from right to left foot, waiting doors revolve Feeling light spring drizzle, raising nature’s brow Sweet participation by love’s chanting Mozart Reflective pools speaks brilliant lighthearted charts I know each wheel will be his morning rose So this from love, naught arrogance imposed Guess not to earn an immovable heart Promised thoughts lay by passion found art Within the wife of nature’s glowing desire For shelter lays warm over a golden fire Coming forth from the eyes, more then flesh Listen, my son… For the harboring of sweet things which seldom asks I hear iron hoofs sparkling in the distance Comes an entourage of arrivals with sensory of submission Encountering, “What a day!” from the nose level of air Strange human birds….each named with hope’s fanfare From the core of nature’s heart, springs gathered hues By the wayfarer, perchance firelight imbues With eager eyes and moving hands in sour light Where nostalgia drifts within the rhyme of incite There, a coordinator discusses inner workings Similes the metaphors in an elevated mumbling Revealing unrestricted astrophysical poetic mines Writing things of narratives from polished colored time Origin and process takes great understanding Where the imaginations functions in tentative planning Unbeknownst to all whom grasp the lap of silting merits Collecting life’s all too resilient unfaithful currents Drift upon the reef, do not turn away For silt and fertile soils scatter in the bay Where day breaths air and floating sand to sea That reminds what might yet embrace to be |
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Brad Majors 
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
well done |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
LeeJ An ocean of wonderful thoughts. Good morning sweet. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Lee, even after reading it twice, I cannot highlight my favorite part without highlighting over half this write. Thank you for such a wonderful journey through the often tangled woods. [This message has been edited by Midnitesun (12-02-2003 07:53 AM).] |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
LeeJ Love this , complex but decipherable... Excellent poetry...:-) ________ice ><> |
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