Open Poetry #30 |
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David's Song |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296![]() |
My son is a police officer...on a recent visit, we discussed the decline of today's society, it's lack of education, respect, and how mother's phone for police assistance b/c they cannot control their 7 year olds???? Who or what is the infant in this story? This is dedicated to my son...David..."You have made a difference since the day you were born!" Smile and hugs **************************************************** 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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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
LeeJ Excellent write, like this passage the most. "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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Toerag Member Ascendant
since 1999-07-29
Posts 5622Ala bam a |
I agree with Sy...good write |
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Ratleader![]()
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Quality is where you find it.....I just did. I've been making it a point to read some longer work instead of my beloved ten-liners....this reinforces my decision. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
LeeJ - your heart is written all over this one, excellent write... BC |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
LeeJ...So well done and filled with pride and love...much enjoyed! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
beautiful job! |
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