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Thank you
For your words That allow expression When all else is silent contemplation When the sun forgot to rise And the moon only sighs Over our human tribulation. The magick is but legends Uttered in ancient chords Heard by few. |
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Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps at this petty pace till the last syllable of aaaaaaall recorded time-and aaaaaall our yesterdays have lited FOOLS the way to Dusty DEATH!
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..Nice..
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Excellent & thought provoking.Godspeed!Cy
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Thanks. May you be ones that hear.
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Lovely....
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The thundering waves are calling me home,home to you The pounding sea is calling me home,home to you On a dark new year's night On the west coast of Clare I heard your voice singing Your eyes danced the song Your hands played the tune T'was a vision before me We left the music behind as the dance carried on As we stole away to the seashore We smelt the brine,felt the wind in our hair And with sadness you paused Suddenly,I knew that you'd have to go Your world was not mine,your eyes told me so Yet it was there,I felt the crossroads of time And I wondered why As we cast our gaze on the tumbling sea A vision came o'er me Of thundering hooves and beating wings In clouds above As you turned to go,I heard you call my name You were like a bird in a cage spreading its wings to fly The old ways are lost,you sang as you flew And I wondered why The thundering waves are calling me home,home to you The pounding sea is calling me home,home to you The thundering waves are calling me home,home to you The pounding sea is calling me home,home to you Godspeed!CyPoet  |
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Edited by
Ladywind7
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Mon 08/05/13 02:09 AM
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The Old Ways.
Thank you all for reading my few simple lines
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Good to see you posting poetry again ladywind!
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HOW DID THE MELODY GO ?
I frantically search for this word I know To quaff alas my insatiable thirst Have you seen where it might have gone to stow Or has it abandoned hope being versed? Oh where have you gone you treacherous word! It is written but was never once read And I cannot seem to find that coward That will never have a place in my head. Might I moist my lips with sweet nepenthe As I forget this lost soul I once knew Please forgive this spineless mentality But I believe you would have done it too. I still try remember that poignant word, How did the melody go.. How absurd. |
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HOW DID THE MELODY GO ? I frantically search for this word I know To quaff alas my insatiable thirst Have you seen where it might have gone to stow Or has it abandoned hope being versed? Oh where have you gone you treacherous word! It is written but was never once read And I cannot seem to find that coward That will never have a place in my head. Might I moist my lips with sweet nepenthe As I forget this lost soul I once knew Please forgive this spineless mentality But I believe you would have done it too. I still try remember that poignant word, How did the melody go.. How absurd.
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HOW DID THE MELODY GO ? I frantically search for this word I know To quaff alas my insatiable thirst Have you seen where it might have gone to stow Or has it abandoned hope being versed? Oh where have you gone you treacherous word! It is written but was never once read And I cannot seem to find that coward That will never have a place in my head. Might I moist my lips with sweet nepenthe As I forget this lost soul I once knew Please forgive this spineless mentality But I believe you would have done it too. I still try remember that poignant word, How did the melody go.. How absurd. Savannah, I so enjoyed this!,,,Do hope there is more to come!
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Thank you
For your words That allow expression When all else is silent contemplation When the sun forgot to rise And the moon only sighs Over our human tribulation. The magick is but legends Uttered in ancient chords Heard by few. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Beautiful words to remind what speaks to our depth, pulling us to the away. |
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The thundering waves are calling me home,home to you The pounding sea is calling me home,home to you On a dark new year's night On the west coast of Clare I heard your voice singing Your eyes danced the song Your hands played the tune T'was a vision before me We left the music behind as the dance carried on As we stole away to the seashore We smelt the brine,felt the wind in our hair And with sadness you paused Suddenly,I knew that you'd have to go Your world was not mine,your eyes told me so Yet it was there,I felt the crossroads of time And I wondered why As we cast our gaze on the tumbling sea A vision came o'er me Of thundering hooves and beating wings In clouds above As you turned to go,I heard you call my name You were like a bird in a cage spreading its wings to fly The old ways are lost,you sang as you flew And I wondered why The thundering waves are calling me home,home to you The pounding sea is calling me home,home to you The thundering waves are calling me home,home to you The pounding sea is calling me home,home to you Godspeed!CyPoet adding to your poem the thundering waves often cross my path as the thundering waves gives me hope as i walk the sands and sing a tune holding my head up high staying strong as i can be acceptt the fact life is now as the future will hold another new way as we all wonder the play of roll of who will come ones way as watching the breath of someone eyes so gleamy and dark but a beautiful soul with the comfort that came to lite no worries in all my might sing a tune out loud with the guarden at your feet |
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