Open Poetry #33 |
One of my Fable Stories |
DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
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It is based on the idea of conflict attacking everything to win - still a draft idea Dave A hut with few lights A beam running a length A blackness by a door A silence gnaw by gnaw A darkness silhouette Circling on the floor Eyes gleaming yellow Fangs seeking more Foot on the table Demands in the air Nothing can stop me Not even your precious heir The dance of my dreams From which you never woke In your eyes my life And for you no hope For within you I live And when the blackness comes You have become my mother And I my father's hope On a mountain Hillside On a rough life Millside Bloodshed like a book On your hide asking questions A trouble to no soul In your heart You landed lightly in her arms And if I may make so bold The world the Lady offers Is boon to any soul And gentle pastures beckon Before you are very old So pay in kind, in fear, with your life Pay with thanks Pay my man The burden is light For a heart as yours We don't need blight If we needed your heart Then we would join In a contract for your mind But your heart O do be kind Water was trickling a murky brown When I saw you coming on down Smile like ear going for ear Saw you smile and I said over ere I said me luv Your a sight for sore eyes Be a right nana I let you by I'd raise me (h)at For you any day Tellme darling You go'ing away You're a cracker by me Bout any day You'll seek me And then you'll pay |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
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Dear Dave, enjoyed this write .... bittersweet. Love, Margherita |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
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Thanks but it needs a lot of work. I published it to make me concentrate and expand. I have even blurred the sexes because I not thinking on the right levels for the interaction. Dave |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
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Dave, I've been reading your work for about a year now. This is so different in style of any I have read of yours. I like it. I can identify with it, perhaps, a little more. But the extreme mystery in some of your other poetry is nice,too. (Don't misunderstand, this has a little mystery,too.) miscellanea |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
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Yes, Dave, the gender! You can see to that by editing. Love, Margherita |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
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Thanks for reading me all that time I try to write on current things, or society, on romance but I still like to let my mind explore, like some child, the gentle nasty bits and I am not very good at following rules of peotry because I suppose the words matter more to me but almost like someone in front of a whiteboard, I acknowledge the old RX, TX and noise idea, and that maybe drives my structure and words more than anything. Thanks once again Dave |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
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Margherita I didn't mean that you couldn't see the gender but the point, gently made is taken. I was thinking of the fact that I still hadn't worked out what gender was being addressed and the deeper meanings of the earth, trees, mother bit and what twisted piece of logic I was considering. Love Dave |
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