Open Poetry #31 |
Of Black and White |
Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Of Black and White Without the bitter there is no sweet Nor is there winning without defeat When using winged philosopher The membranes are but metaphor And though they carry to the blue They are not real they are not true They only lift the mind from earth A spirits flight of mental birth A fantasy of willows bright A philosopher’s candlelight That sweeps into the Eros zone And sits upon the dreamers throne We are sand that sifts the glass To span the time and hours pass To play the game of dust and grime As breakfast for old father time. It tickles me to write this bit This sickle of a pendulum wit |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Well then my good man, if you think you are pleased, you should see the rest of our smiling faces! Good top o' the morning to ye, Good Sy! A cuppa tea? |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
Very good poetry seymour..perfectly rymed as usual.. Thank you.. Goldenrose. ''Each soul is potentialy divine..the goal is to manifest that divinity'' |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Wonderful wonderful morning read dear Sy! May you and yours have a fantastic weekend. ~Smiles, Hugs & Tea, Nancy~ Poetry is not an opinion expressed... |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Without the bitter there is no sweet Nor is there winning without defeat When using winged philosopher The membranes are but metaphor Now that's a typical great intro as I've come to expect from you Mr. Sy....... Real good stuff! Eric |
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scorpio Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178right...there |
You never cease to amaze me Sy. Well done!! believe in what your heart feels... |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
A fantasy of willows bright A philosopher’s candlelight That sweeps into the Eros zone And sits upon the dreamers throne We are sand that sifts the glass To span the time and hours pass To play the game of dust and grime As breakfast for old father time. It tickles me to write this bit This sickle of a pendulum wit =================================== YOU tickle me with how cool you write these poems... and this one is too cool for school...love your wit and word play Sy-babes...youve got so many impressive couplet of imagery and analogy in this gem of pen...your poetic mind is deeeelightful. this ones a winkie keeper. *ww* I am sure of my reasons, embracing the seasons, |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
When wisdom and wit are combined the result is just this: awesome. Love and Joy, Margherita |
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Justbleu Member Elite
since 1999-08-31
Posts 3329Oregon, Originally From Alaska :) |
Do I alwayz tell you how much I Love your writing dear sir?? Wise words!!! Very nice!!!! Bridgette "Somewhere, somehow, it should be possible to touch someone and never let go again. To hold someone, not for a moment but forever." A. Brink |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Top o' the morning, T-Man! I enjoyed your morning "tickle"! You never cease to amaze and amuse! Lots of angel huggies 'n smilies, EA |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
tickles me to read it |
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