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And Those Who Watched And when a nice young lad came near his side, Sampson reached out his hand t' the lad, and said, 'My lad, guide my hand to the pillar for me,' And he was kindly guided to, then, lean Upon the central pillars of the temple, Then took a moment, mustered up his strength, And...

wets my brain hear the growl of the clouds greying let drop the rain, and the droplets speed down in journey to the world below, velocity gives them voice against Earth, all aloud they land as a mob, together all; amplifying their sound, their mad song, plays with my eardrums, patters 'n'...

A Eulogy: All That Remains "Here lies one whose name was writ in water." A man once was and now is not, For death has claimed his beating heart, With withered eyes, no light he sees, The air, his lungs, no longer breathe, Darkened is the brain, without thought. Beneath the cemetery plot, A...

to lovely eyes --------------- O' the Beautiful Soul Who's Met with Troubles O' the beautiful soul who's met with troubles, Woe, come the day when your stars have fallen, When the darkest of nights, it seems, has come, When all alone, and a friend would be welcome; The very lights that once...

The Raven to Take You Home O' some are blessed with length of days, And many, though, never grow old, Whether at peace, or deathly afraid, Still, the raven must take you home. Raven: "With the feathers black as night I guide you to the afterlife." Dark as death is, 'tis part of life, Tho'...

The Wager Between the Satyr and the God The young satyr sat in the shade Passing the day away in melody, The sound of his song Played upon the aulos, Drew the attention of one, Apollo. The young satyr lifted his head, Letting up on the reed he was blowing, Then looked 'pon his guest, And said...

here's a couple more... The Sway of Love Cool summer days are kind in nature, (As if nature loves to be kind to her lovers) While the gentle breeze rustles the grasses, Pussy willows bob and hover, And come to life with the wind, As if joy is found in heeding the call. They let the love take...

wow, there are just so many things going for this one. Good poetry. I am amazed at how you handled the subject of photos. You take us through all these memories, and really let your voice shine in the way you describe them. And the envoi gave the piece a nice little flair, almost as if you were...

thanks poppy, you know why my head is in the clouds:cool: here's some more. __________________ That One Diner I Frequent A woman smiles and hurries inside, While I hold the door for her and Return a kind smile. 'You wanna get a table?' She asks, with a laugh, Smiles, and bats her...

my pleasure:) I say what I mean, and mean what I say.

really cool! I like everything about it, and, most of all, the imagery used. The descriptions are uncanny. And what an imagination! give yourself a pat on the back... I read it 4 times! It was a pleasant surprise, to say the least.

With My Head In the Clouds eyes turned on high, i behold giants in the sky in their fluffy white life i watch them pass by, mind-play on shapes behold giants in the sky like them, i drift away, imagining white ideas, mind-play on shapes as well it should be, life has a vibrant side...

I would start by setting a scene, and working in the details by letting the events show what's going on, and not simply telling. But I know you wanted to set the stage for all that. My advice would be to start the story in the near beginning of the heat of the controversy. From what I've seen so...

Pennies In the Wishing Well What am I to do, But make a wish so swell? My hopes with you are few, And, what, I will never tell. All the things I do for you Are pennies in the wishing well. My hopes with you are few, And, what, I will never tell. So, I toss a coin or two, But maybe...

What Was That? I hear your voice repeating Inside my head. It didn't make much sense, Of which you were speaking, But I can't stop thinking About the things you said. I hear your voice repeating Inside my head. I've got myself believing I know what was meant, As the words you said...

Davy Jones' Locker Lost to the depths, the ocean holds, The sunken ships in waters cold, The weight of leagues bring their burden, Light lies dead beyond the surface, As some things live where man is ghost. As darkness reigns there way below, There man may be, without a soul; Bottomed...

Under Cloak of Night When all is still, the night advanced, And most, to sleep, have nodded off, The thief a'prowl takes his chance Keeping to the concealing dark, And finds himself a quick way in, All to elude the watchman's arm. Skilled as he is, he minds the silence, And keeps his entry...

thanks! it was satire, and I was afraid it wouldn't be something many would appreciate. Now I can rest easy that it didn't fall on deaf ears.

well, the next thing I would do if I were writing the book is find a way to show those events instead of describing them. But I like the idea very much. I would call this start your 'mission statement' and not the actual literary work itself.

Glad you liked it, that's what it's all about. Yeah, I enjoy what I do, but nothing's better than taking someone along for the ride!:buttrock Well, I started about 7 years ago, but there was a lot of downtime over the years. I've been stepping it up a notch for the past 2-3 years. Once I...