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The Final Festival
Contributed by
jyssvw22
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Wednesday, 20th April 2005 @ 10:27:57 PM in AEST
Topic:
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There stands the whistler, he’s humming
Along fell Jack and Jill
The guitar player is strumming
The Joker laughing still
Along the old highway their dancing
In the shops around town they sing
In hotel lobbies and Universities
A once in a lifetime thing
Maggie wakes up late
Dressed in only a ripped white robe
She peers out through her window
Rummages through her old wardrobe
A perfect match, light and dark gown
A spectacle you never saw
Her prince is waiting down-town
The festival is in an uproar
The sunlight stays dead still
Night-time will never come
The oceans waves have frozen
The Bees forget they stung
Children flock in droves
They hold each others arms
They sing in perfect harmony
Not one feels impending harm
Deserted are the houses
Where Maggie used to live
Empty is the heartache
To the ones she will not forgive
The unicyclist waves and leaves
Off to the big parade
The slimey newspaper reporters
Think they’ve got it made
Music from the loud speakers
Voices you love to hear
The guitarist feelin’ groovy
The drinkers huddle in the rear
Maggie searches the crowds
Her prince can not be found
To every passing face
She calls his name aloud
A tear begins to roll
Down a lonesome cheek
Maggie sits beside the monk
Who hasn’t spoken in weeks
He tells her she need not cry
Life moves by too fast
Maggie turns her head in faith
Her prince walks right on past
Here comes the blind police captain
A missing man is lost
She pleads with him to search with her
He can’t expend the time or cost
Alone again she stumbles
A dead rat lay on the floor
Crushed in all the madness
Three feet from his front door
Maggie knelt and stared at it
A peaceful soul it seemed
She picked it up and carried it
Put it in the river, let it flow downstream
Now stands a broken woman
On the banks of her own world
Depleted and exhausted
She rest her head and into a ball she curled
The whistler ceased his humming
The joker all choked up
A festival of misery
Seemed to never stop
The children came to Maggie
Young and unafraid
Eighteen years and counting
She already looks like an old-maid
The children knelt beside her and stared
Just as she had once done
They rubbed her long brown hair
The game is never won
Two years to this day
A prince sought far and wide
For the love he owned then lost
And was never by his side
A king you are today
Still alone deep inside
Only from the festival lights
Do you cowardly run and hide
Maggie’s letters memorized
You read them each and every night
You never really stopped loving her
The sun no longer shines just exactly right
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jyssvw22
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2005-04-20 22:27:57]
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Re: The Final Festival
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by lovingcritters on
Thursday, 21st April 2005 @ 08:58:46 PM AEST
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Another Story Teller, and done with ease and much grace. It is a privilege to know you and read your very fine stories. It's not often you can read such an exciting tale in Rhyme. I also write stories like yours, but not nearly as exciting or interesting I must say!
I loved every line, and every moment of suspence...........you are a wonderful tale teller. This I will never forget.......you should be sending these to papers, mags etc. I just know someone will recognize your marvelous talent and put you to work!
I wrote a story once called LovingCritters I will try to get it to you........I love your poetry!
ConSue
Here's the link to my story of Lovingcritters
http://www.your-poetry.com/modules.php?name=News&file=article&sid=22988
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Re: The Final Festival
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by hauntedscorp on
Friday, 26th August 2005 @ 12:22:37 PM AEST
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What a love...oh my. You really fell hard...Why couldn't such a deep love be salvaged? I like the way you wrote this poem. You turned it into a real story that captivates the reader. Another good one.
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