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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
What comes of the words That are bled in cries of lilies red As they grope for the flesh of earth And tangle roots between the stones Buried there … I am but broken syllables That cross wet tongues and touch The backside of lips still half pressed Into the smile of lies while Along silky thighs maps are drawn In finger paint of vows Bent to hold drops of crimson as they seep Through hot afternoons and lone moon nights From veins opened by the knife Of nevermore and always highs With vertical images still enough to see The way shadows blend between The edges of light and grey Do they simply die In wildfire desire to consume the dry And end as ash to be painted in Lent Upon the forehead of those who might Find some solace in faith again Or end as glyphs Sketched upon the bared skin shared When compassion finds the love of them Enough to bed and take within themselves The seed of thought they once contained Born again refrains I find syncopated seams of sound Still rumble in my ears And the lines written on wistful gapes of fog Do not please me now Do not tell me how To write the things so deep inside When broken steals the silver from eyes Closed at night To the moan of ecstasy That floats upon the wind while coyotes sing Some mournful song To the vacant crescent moon And I try to bury the lines within The stone of some abbreviated tomb I built inside So long ago to hold Midnight August thoughts of being some second sin Of vowels and tongue ticked consonants Dreamed within the margins of line ruled stars and flesh Edited half breath pleas Clinched tight in fingers trapping life between To black it all recedes In pages turned again With one more line to read |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
"I am but broken syllables" I stopped reading there to come here and say: NEVER! I will return now to finish... "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Cpat Hair Excellent write you have a flare for words. |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
"Midnight August thoughts of being some second sin Of vowels and tongue ticked consonants Dreamed within the margins of line ruled stars and flesh Edited half breath pleas Clinched tight in fingers trapping life between To black it all recedes In pages turned again With one more line to read" Always the end.  But the rest held me so close I felt the motion of life stop and whisper words of devotion. "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Do they simply die In wildfire desire to consume the dry And end as ash to be painted in Lent Upon the forehead of those who might Find some solace in faith again What a wonderful image this was as I took it to the scene you created in my mind. What comes of those words groped is some mighty fine work! This was a mental and visual treat from you Ron. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Do they simply die In wildfire desire to consume the dry And end as ash to be painted in Lent Upon the forehead of those who might Find some solace in faith again Or end as glyphs Sketched upon the bared skin shared When compassion finds the love of them Enough to bed and take within themselves The seed of thought they once contained Born again refrains ... With one more line to read... ~*~ Yes, yes, yes... More, please! |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
I find syncopated seams of sound Still rumble in my ears And the lines written on wistful gapes of fog Do not please me now Do not tell me how To write the things so deep inside When broken steals the silver from eyes Closed at night To the moan of ecstasy That floats upon the wind while coyotes sing Some mournful song To the vacant crescent moon And I try to bury the lines within The stone of some abbreviated tomb I built inside So long ago to hold Midnight August thoughts of being some second sin Of vowels and tongue ticked consonants Dreamed within the margins of line ruled stars and flesh Edited half breath pleas Clinched tight in fingers trapping life between To black it all recedes In pages turned again With one more line to read well damn........... Im speechless. I will return to this later when more time allows to give it the praise that it deserves. *clapping with glee* so happy to see your words again sir. yesterday is gone |
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babygirlwlove Senior Member
since 2004-10-10
Posts 1180New York City |
~had to~ love you, something fierce~ **baby **Intoxicant to the SouL** |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
El Capitan is back!  "To the moan of ecstasy That floats upon the wind while coyotes sing Some mournful song To the vacant crescent moon"  ~ Now that is what I'd call "creating an atmosphere"!  EA |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
~sigh~ there you go again, making dry lips salivate |
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Greeneyes
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
And I try to bury the lines within The stone of some abbreviated tomb I built inside So long ago to hold'''' ~ ...  thank you for this...indeed deep writing |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
"I find syncopated seams of sound Still rumble in my ears And the lines written on wistful gapes of fog Do not please me now Do not tell me how To write the things so deep inside When broken steals the silver from eyes Closed at night To the moan of ecstasy That floats upon the wind while coyotes sing Some mournful song To the vacant crescent moon And I try to bury the lines within The stone of some abbreviated tomb I built inside So long ago to hold Midnight August thoughts of being some second sin Of vowels and tongue ticked consonants Dreamed within the margins of line ruled stars and flesh Edited half breath pleas Clinched tight in fingers trapping life between" Ron....I would copy the whole poem above to point out the parts I loved...but took a smaller piece instead. You are amazingly word wise...I'm so glad to see you post this! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
good to read you again...it's been awhile and every line is a work itself, as usual |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
You tear me apart... |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
"Midnight August thoughts of being some second sin Of vowels and tongue ticked consonants Dreamed within the margins of line ruled stars and flesh Edited half breath pleas Clinched tight in fingers trapping life between" Jaw dropping in awe of the originality in this fantastic piece!!! ....jo |
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Ceinwyn Member Elite
since 2000-07-09
Posts 2175VA |
I second that motion..I need to pick up my jaw from the floor...I picked the wrong day to read poetry..I'm such a woman today, all emotional and speechless. If at first you don't succeed destroy all the evidence that you tried. |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
They do go on and on, but unlike the glyphs, the messages changes with every passing moment...so it goes. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed a lot...James |
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Robert Frazier Senior Member
since 2003-02-06
Posts 1014 |
(sigh) trying to articulate a more descriptive expression of my approval...I hope a gratifying "sigh" will do! Robert |
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