Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
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16-10-2013, 01:46 PM
RE: Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
I was a spider, in a closet, dangling webs, top to bottom, left and right. I left no corner uncovered and no fellow insect a door! No escape! My closet was my kingdom and no putrid creature would climb to the height of my closed, closet world! My spotless domain! The life and world I found at birth. The vacant space I shaped and painted with my own brush!
Every web was a golden thread behind me! Every victim shed it's wine into the chalice of my student's kingdom. My student's branched off, clinging to the web, as disciples must do. And we met! In the sanctuary of our closet! Broaching the Void, for future students, who would share the luminous void of our vacant closet.
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16-10-2013, 03:32 PM
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There's light at the end
I can see it, though it's faint
And it's gone again

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17-10-2013, 08:51 PM
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(16-10-2013 01:46 PM)Ameron1963 Wrote:  I was a spider, in a closet, dangling webs, top to bottom, left and right. I left no corner uncovered and no fellow insect a door! No escape! My closet was my kingdom and no putrid creature would climb to the height of my closed, closet world! My spotless domain! The life and world I found at birth. The vacant space I shaped and painted with my own brush!
Every web was a golden thread behind me! Every victim shed it's wine into the chalice of my student's kingdom. My student's branched off, clinging to the web, as disciples must do. And we met! In the sanctuary of our closet! Broaching the Void, for future students, who would share the luminous void of our vacant closet.

I've been that spider.

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18-10-2013, 11:52 AM
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(17-10-2013 08:51 PM)GirlyMan Wrote:  
(16-10-2013 01:46 PM)Ameron1963 Wrote:  I was a spider, in a closet, dangling webs, top to bottom, left and right. I left no corner uncovered and no fellow insect a door! No escape! My closet was my kingdom and no putrid creature would climb to the height of my closed, closet world! My spotless domain! The life and world I found at birth. The vacant space I shaped and painted with my own brush!
Every web was a golden thread behind me! Every victim shed it's wine into the chalice of my student's kingdom. My student's branched off, clinging to the web, as disciples must do. And we met! In the sanctuary of our closet! Broaching the Void, for future students, who would share the luminous void of our vacant closet.

I've been that spider.

I'm glad you got out. It's not a nice place to be.
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18-10-2013, 09:16 PM
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(18-10-2013 11:52 AM)Ameron1963 Wrote:  
(17-10-2013 08:51 PM)GirlyMan Wrote:  I've been that spider.

I'm glad you got out. It's not a nice place to be.

Who said I got out, BrortherMan? Thumbsup

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19-10-2013, 01:14 PM
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(18-10-2013 09:16 PM)GirlyMan Wrote:  
(18-10-2013 11:52 AM)Ameron1963 Wrote:  I'm glad you got out. It's not a nice place to be.

Who said I got out, BrortherMan? Thumbsup

Still there myself, my friend!
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25-10-2013, 10:49 PM
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26-10-2013, 12:42 PM
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Here ya go: it's some of my best IMO


The Bishop and the Actress

Twas the premier of the show,
some small production in Le
Moulin Rouge’s shadow in a
dark Parisian corner. There
was an Andalusian Actress,
playing the premier dame,
and the Bishop watching her.
La creme de la creme, the
reviews said, and that was
what was delivered. She sang
like the blackbird, breaking her
long fast with song.

At the show’s
end, the Bishop asked the Actress,
“May I join you backstage?” The Actress
said to the Bishop “It depends on what
we do, your Grace.” His crosier creaked
and complained (almost cracked) against the weight of
the Bishop as he leaned forward and asked,
“I think some dinner and argent would
help a starving artist do her work with more
volition.” Slyly, the Actress said “Au seccour,
your Grace, my dress needs to be undone
for more appropriate wear for dinner!” The Bishop replied,
“I think some dinner clothes are in order, yes.”

So the Bishop hurried, his cassock getting caught
up with wild cocks hurrying about the street,
as he ran into a respectable shop for respectable
women. He hurried through another harrowing journey
back to the theater, there the actress was waiting.
“It is I, madame!” After giving her the clothes,
They danced off backstage, where they spent
the night rescinding their various vows, and in the morning,
the Bishop waltzed off to other
functions, never to return to the actress. The actress
was comfortably six-feet under, no more no less.
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26-10-2013, 01:06 PM
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Drift into regret, Memories opaque.
Its time now, awake !, regret begets fear.
Obligations unopened passed by guilt ridden footsteps.
Its time now, awake !, fear begets despair.

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small bit of my depression ramblings.

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26-10-2013, 03:56 PM
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Branches from every tree littered the ground of the vacant forest. They were broken, but once reached for the unlimited wealth that every eye lingered for in the deepest night sky! The floor of creation was littered with tattered, lonely, vacant branches. Every tree dropped the wealth of it's cold branches to the valor of dirt. The smut of beautiful blue skies.

Every broken branch was captured on its frozen inch of the liquid world. Begging the vacant forest to present the gift of it's dear, Mother Tree. But the mothers sanctuary was below the Devils details. Never to grace mere branches again! The mother dream lifted bleary eyes and found a following on Facebook!

While the branches from every tree littered the ground of the vacant forest.
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