tulip2633,

Please allow me to say how happy I am it found it's way inside. It rests there after all, the best.

Thank ye, Tul. You warm me.

Thom Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland

chronicliar75,

Well that was a catchy bit of unique phraseology, chronicliar75. And I might add it had all the earmarks of poetry found. A brief breath of fresh air.

Thank ye,

thom Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland

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The Vision of My Moving Soul

O' compassionate Soul, seeker of profound calm in a dark room, your natural given resting place,
Bed of soft feathers inside holy kingdom, thou. The living driven grace in your silent poet's eyes,
Inside your lofty ancient heights - inside the easing of morning light, brightly shining upon my face -
Thou art distinctly lit in the shadows, bold where under the burden of the quill, a poet's heart sighs,

Candles flicker in your shy hints glancing, glowing back o'er my shoulder, moving your poet entranced,
Into sacred dance - a melancholy that steals us away in darkness where silent whispers own hand,
And I am enamoured with your flight, o' holy graceful Soul, clutching me tightly where raven's wings canst,
Secreting me away in your billowing, gentle winds, calming me in this world of softer graces you've planned.

Thom Douglas Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland


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tul,

Got it, thanks my friend. I appreciat you.

tommy boy moran / Ireland

tul,

Please do unblock and send me a message when ye do, tul honey. Deeper friendships are made in this way. Nothing to scoff at.

Be well,

tommy boy / Ireland

tulip,

I'm thankful too. In fact I just swung over to your page and tried to send ye a warm message, but alas, I guess I don't meet with your requirements. It would not 'send'.

So sorry, Tul honey,

tommy boy / Ireland

tulip,

I feel ye now. I feel those moments with ye. And you were so gracious. What a wonderful person ye are, tul. So fine!

tommy boy / Ireland

lu_rosemary,

Nicely put my friend.

tommy boy moran / Ireland

lu_rosemary,

O' Aye, you're very welcome.

tommy boy moran / Ireland

Pansy,

You're tops with me kiddo.

Thank ye so much,

tommy boy moran / Ireland

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Presence of The Lamb

White soft wooly faced, graceful, gentle lamb in my arms, I can feel your heart's worth pulsing,
To me ye become a gentle caring pillowy presence rustling, kicking, trying to break free and run,
In your infancy like that of a frightened bird-ling caught entwined in it's nest left hungry, convulsing,
Ye cry out to me, bleating, staring into my eyes, looking at me as if life's final hour had just begun,

Onward now to safety with thee freely nestled here, restive in the oncoming tide of your submissions,
I shall look after ye and guard ye from wolves of ungracious kind, those hiding there in the dark unknown,
And through the deep woods and against the winds howling, breaking silence eerily like ghostly apparitions,
We cross - o'er the dark day, weaving in and out of valleys and open fields - to a new safety and your home.

Thom Douglas Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland

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tulip, Sugar,

You're so very, very welcome.

tommy boy moran / Ireland

Pansytilly,

Glad ye liked this. Interestingly, did ye know Walt Whitman, the great american poet, during the civil war - had the occasion to actually write political speeches for Abe? I'm sure in their times they sat t'gether in the White House and went over his speeches. Why is it in the here and now I can see them together back there in a room reviewing Whitman's suggestions?

Be well, Pansy,

tommo / Ireland

tulip2633,

Glad ye gave even an inkling of thought to my works and turned your face upward toward the sky as the rain fell. You've done it, tulip2633, you are very, very deep. I've read your comment and am pleased. I deeply appreciate your kindness.

Thank ye, Fare Lady,

tommy boy moran / Ireland

And, tulip2633,

I'm really growing to like you. Thank ye so much for your bright light. For house inside the body of it's glow I feel your presence. Your warmth.

Be well, and thank you, tulip2633,

Thom Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland.

Annierooroo,

A very bright, fine afternoon to you too. As I dance these keys, I must admit however, the time here on the emerald isle is now, 5:30 AM, and it's Monday. I've been up most of the evening constructing this piece. I do hope you enjoyed the reading, Annie. I feel if we have the touch we should share our poetry based wordplay.


Thank ye so much, Annie, and be well,

Thom Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland

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Bring To Me Comfort and Calm

Where venerated, revered scholars meet, writers lionized, admired essayists, those who are like
The sacred bird born in flight in the soft torn, deeper echoes of night, it's wanton birdsongs tweet,

Enter we, there inside your scarlet chambers, through the dark woods of time, through your passions,
The loveless spiraling house, your castle damned, there planted in your grandiose gardens of sand,

Bell towers. Storms. Makes us weep. Leaves us cold in the infantile world of the richly well kept,
Out there in the earth's mire, dirt which in it's feeding blackness brings us strength - makes us grow.

I admire the angel in my window, wears her wings brightly adorned, draped across the golden hours,
And in the late afternoon, comforts me in my shadow place, this frightening world where I was born.


Thom Douglas Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland

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" . . . I am not bound to win, but I am bound to be true. I am not bound to succeed,
but I am bound to live by the light that I have. I must stand with anybody that
stands right, and stand with him while he is right, and part with him when he
goes wrong. "

Abraham Lincoln
President of The United States of America
Born: February 12, 1809
Died: April 15, 1865

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tulip2633,

Thank ye, Angel. Coming from you this is indeed a true compliment.

Be well my friend, tulip2633,
Thom Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland