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1967

Contributed by Silent-No-More on Saturday, 18th September 2004 @ 02:27:17 AM in AEST
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Sarcasm born out of pain
Memories only shall remain
Though one by one they fell away
The love, the pain, always stayed

She did not fit within their walls
They threw her out and into it all
At the round table, in Papa’s chair
Soon enough they'd find her there

But not until she walked a while
Would she dare to live her style
Pieces broken from the curse
Beneath the wit, her heart in verse

Words fell slower to the page
In those never absentminded days
Until, still decidedly her own,
Dorothy Parker died alone




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Re: 1967 (User Rating: 1 )
by AspenGlow on Saturday, 18th September 2004 @ 02:41:43 AM AEST
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as do we all...Beautiful poem.

Thank you for sharing.


Re: 1967 (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Saturday, 18th September 2004 @ 06:05:39 AM AEST
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awww sad and beautiful

pixie xx


Re: 1967 (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 18th September 2004 @ 10:08:47 AM AEST
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i will be honest i've heard of Dorothy Parker but don't know much about her.
Even though this is well written tight poetry.
Good year too! i was born in june 67 the summer of loooove!

wildejohnny.


Re: 1967 (User Rating: 1 )
by venkat on Sunday, 19th September 2004 @ 01:55:01 AM AEST
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good portrayal..venkat


Re: 1967 (User Rating: 1 )
by Rakerman1999 on Sunday, 19th September 2004 @ 08:27:17 AM AEST
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It seems no matter what you write about, you always have your own personal flair and your perfect R&R.

It makes you one of my favorite reads
Very well done my friend
Roses
Larry


Re: 1967 (User Rating: 1 )
by lostinmyself on Sunday, 19th September 2004 @ 09:37:07 AM AEST
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I must say..I've never heard of Dorothy Parker.
I think i would understand this more if i had.
Stil....your style and your words are still as fabulous as ever.
I love your writes,
It feels as if i am seeing into a soul, or a soul of others.
Amazing write,
Phil xxx


Re: 1967 (User Rating: 1 )
by Stitch on Sunday, 26th September 2004 @ 04:05:14 AM AEST
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Now I must learn more about this person. Your clever write has whetted my appetite.
Stitch


Re: 1967 (User Rating: 1 )
by PumpkinPie on Tuesday, 12th October 2004 @ 10:16:35 PM AEST
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I agree, your write sure makes me want to look into this Dorothy and her life behind the name. You may be inspired by her,and it sure rubs off on you in a great way ! Very very well done SNM,
PumpkinPie


Re: 1967 (User Rating: 1 )
by Merry on Sunday, 17th October 2004 @ 09:00:03 AM AEST
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a haunting write -
writers always seem to lead lives of solitude and sadness - poets especially seem to suffer from some great melancholy -
nice work

merry


Re: 1967 (User Rating: 1 )
by deadreckoning1983 on Wednesday, 1st December 2004 @ 11:42:45 PM AEST
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i don't know dorothy parker, but i do know good poetry when i see it. and this was very good. i don't usually like to rhyme personally, but i enjoy reading it if it's done right, which apparently you have done here. great stuff here, hope to see more and diverse poems from you.


Re: 1967 (User Rating: 1 )
by symptom_recital on Thursday, 1st September 2005 @ 06:57:12 AM AEST
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Dorothy Parker is my all-time favourite poet and your poem has done her justice. Hopefully you have inspired more people to discover how great she was. Great write.




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