Open Poetry #39 |
Left and Rites |
Grinch Member Elite
since 2005-12-31
Posts 2929Whoville |
On mocking words the cold truth lingers Beating back the need for grief, The sad lament of longing, leaving An empty void without relief. An organ grinds the monkeys singing Twisting smiles to mask their greed While turning thoughts to wills and whether This will change the lives they lead. A collared dove, a book of lessons, A promised glory burning bright, He lies amid the crow black wasters The one I wish a last goodnight |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
You reached out and gripped me (grins -- typed 'groped me' but thank God I caught it). Anyway, I really like this poem and saved it if that is okay. A |
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TomMark Member Elite
since 2007-07-27
Posts 2133LA,CA |
"Twisting smiles to mask their greed" master's words. Good. |
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