Open Poetry #37 |
90's catching my brain - I'll write so more |
Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
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One of my 90's stuff - My Father's Son I'll write more. It is complete freelancing and not about anything more than images and translation of feeling and thoughts that you do stop and think about people's attitudes to people, when they feel they have control. Mr L. Cohen and his songs came in around this time. Dave The dance of my dreams From which I never woke In your eyes My life No hope Within you I live For when the blackness comes For you have become My mother And I my father's son When they took me My poems saved me Because you could translate my vision And tell my story I was old You were young We were ageless We had no choice I had no hope They circled the tent As we loved To hear you groan My life on your breath As custom dictated You walked in a distant sunset and suns glistened and they chose to shine in your hair You spun in my eyes colours I could never understand as you took the fragrance of the mist twisted to a cloak hiding light You walked in darkness as a fear a threat a danger You were a whisp in a thought in an image in substance enveloping yourself You approached in light in darkness in power Picked up in one hand I had to made some approach at the beginning as power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely And we never acknowledge that power wanes And strength develops And thoughts always exist and don’t forget |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"You spun in my eyes colours I could never understand as you took the fragrance of the mist twisted to a cloak hiding light" I am keeping that line |
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Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
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I confine this stuff to whatever Midnight Problem is I start writing Get a call about a contract And I have gone multi-dimensional and gets quotes like "'this is the strangest conversation' I have heard", as I come down to some really nasty IT Agent's games. dave |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
You were a whisp in a thought in an image in substance enveloping yourself You approached in light in darkness in power I think that this might be my favourite write of yours Dave. For some reason the words reached out and grabbed hold of me .. a memory perhaps..who knows..but I like it. hugs, Chris |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
When they took me My poems saved me Because you could translate my vision And tell my story I was old You were young We were ageless We had no choice I had no hope They circled the tent As we loved To hear you groan My life on your breath As custom dictated I loved the entire poem/freelance, this was indeed astounding...really held me close... amazing!!! |
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Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
Posts 1260Tolerance for a short time |
I keep having to understand that what I feel about my writing has nothing to do with reality of the people who read Again and again I freelance, brain dump, take something I feel is nothing and then sometimes the words flow and I throw them away but because of how I screw up my backups I often end up with the good stuff because places like 'Piptalk' and 'The Scroll' kept my words for me. To say I owe a debt is to look at a volcano and say 'that is nice' People have almost protected me from myself in keeping words I am indebt To those people Dave Page (Sir Dave of Tag on the Scroll), Dave Page and Bodger here. Thanks to everone Dave |
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froggy Senior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 1893Michigan |
Another fine piece of word art you wrote. :-) Until he extends the circle of his compassion to all living things, |
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Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
Posts 1260Tolerance for a short time |
Froggy You are an old friend, I hope things are going as you would wish. Thank you for your words. Dave |
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