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Husband
Contributed by
inlovewithaladd
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Wednesday, 12th December 2007 @ 05:09:48 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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after distasteful things-
deadlines, empty Tuesdays, alarm clocks
may we turn inward
home
under the scrutiny of day how am
I to demand to be held? like a child? like a queen?
but darkened bedrooms loosen tongues
I find my self, words simple, eyes closed,
better able to give this endless ache a voice
the price a bitter bite, the reward melted and sweet
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2007-12-12 05:09:48]
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Re: Husband
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by sadaddy on
Wednesday, 12th December 2007 @ 05:31:13 PM AEST
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Left this reader a little puzzled about your thoughts at first until I read it over again. Thank you for sharing it with us.
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Re: Husband
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by TheGrimReapersHourglass on
Thursday, 13th December 2007 @ 04:55:49 AM AEST
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| Sounds personal-as in-Pink Floyed-many-Clock chimes alarms-Time To Get Up Time To Get Up Its Time To Get Up-heh heh heh-,Heh Heh Heh-Welcome My Son Welcom To Yhe Machine Were Have You Been Its Allright I Now Were you Live-I dont its a song verse as far as I know you could live in-The Love Shack-good Poem-from The Grim Reaper,DevilsPriest KnownAs LORD,Denver L. Jr. |
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Re: Husband
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by enigma on
Saturday, 15th December 2007 @ 02:04:42 PM AEST
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inlovewithaladd,
...excellent; warm and excellent. That's how this spouse thing is suppose to work. The line that drew me into the poem was: better able to give this endless ache a voice... I guess I never found the right words because apparently, I was never understood. All I ever got was the bitter bite.
...poor me! Ha, ha!
ron...enigma |
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