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My Kingdom Come
Contributed by
calista
on
Sunday, 15th February 2004 @ 09:28:17 PM in AEST
Topic:
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My Kingdom Come
February 15, 2004
As I stand here and look out,
At my kingdom, I frown.
My whole life, my being,
Is before me this day,
And there’s nothing I can do,
But look and say,
I don’t like to see you this way.
My world of a home,
Spread in varying boxes and piles,
For miles,
My kingdom is flared.
And I,
I am scared.
These paintings from France,
Hung along the halls,
Are just pieces standing up agsint the cement walls.
My bed frame, the lamps,
Everything I knew,
Is lying here, cramped.
How can my whole world, my home,
Fit into this little dome.
My kingdom in a cube of dimensions,
60 feet by 80,
And everything is shaky.
As I stand here and look out,
At my kingdom, I frown.
To others, just things,
No ties to these,
These that give me wings.
A home, each piece a memory,
Stocked and locked behind this door,
And I’m standing here,
Here forever more.
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calista
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Re: My Kingdom Come
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by Kie on
Sunday, 15th February 2004 @ 09:59:05 PM AEST
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| Awww, I know it has to be tough to be disrupted and see your things disarranged and things awry. But think of yourself embarking on a grand new adventure! Loved your poem. Kie |
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Re: My Kingdom Come
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by Shadow on
Sunday, 15th February 2004 @ 10:24:47 PM AEST
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| Dear poet dear poet how to say it. To live in your past is to damn your futcher. Now on to the poem. I can see the door and all that you were shoved into it. Fromat was good. The rhyming a little hard to follow at first but good. You have an excellent poem of life in this. I too know the feeling of looking in at things long forgotten. Look at it this way. That is a door of the past. Ready or not the door of the futcher is waiting. |
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