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Listeryear...
Contributed by
revdoc1
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Tuesday, 26th August 2003 @ 02:25:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
Tributes
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Beyond the resource of my spirit I vulnerably watch the blush of day drain to gray.
Golden hues and brilliant reds … breathe their last.
Deprecating vultures circle in a forlorn sky…
Surreal and tranquil, pinions whispering…
Beware… Lies ahead.
The blossoms that were my tomorrow, against the compelling gale of your sulk, hang fiercely on… decline letting go.
Even as in the distance the caveat of your vitriol bellows
and your inherent insolence sears my mettle with flashes of violence.
All heralding a dire warning of that depraved presence;
Madness…
Ah, the death of all dreams ever steadily coming forward;
Razing my panes of hope…
I decline, ceaselessly withdrawing from the carnage of your loathsome squalls.
No mas.
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Re: Listeryear...
(User Rating: 1 ) by Ilhar on
Tuesday, 26th August 2003 @ 04:45:10 PM AEST (User
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I liked this one very much
Shari |
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Re: Listeryear...
(User Rating: 1 ) by painted_echos on
Tuesday, 26th August 2003 @ 06:22:23 PM AEST (User
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i found this very powerful, read it several times and wished for more. as well, i liked very much the language of your poem. |
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Re: Listeryear...
(User Rating: 1 ) by TheSpiritx on
Thursday, 4th September 2003 @ 11:57:25 PM AEST (User
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You have a certain quality to your poetry that is awe inspiring and of older poetic style. Your exceptional use of an extensive vocabulary combined with what would almost seem to be an innate and uncanny ability to think of the world with an abstract frame of reference provides for a most interesting, stirring piece of literary work.
I should be honored to read any future works you are willing to place before us. |
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