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worth my salt
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the sea inside of me I feel the discourse flowing
rolling in and then rolling out again ,
thoughts arise,
like the rising tide
to a yearning
a yearning deep down inside
I never knew
there are waves to ride
where my daring is inserted
with the need to gratify
strident difficulty masks,
my intense glide
I am man who labors
I am a man of needs
I am man of words
I am a man of deeds
hereas, I worship sweet poesies
with unpersuaded loves
image begs the ceremonial creature
and pleas with doves
only a slim trace to chase
subtle willowy angles
rub and tug
donor held captive
and peak at my page
load is taken
master my head
humble brine
implode eternal
inside my restless mind
I am man who labors
I am a man of needs
I am man of words
I am a man of deeds
Brilliant!!!!!!
Brilliant!!!!!!
If its possible, no matter what it always starts with a dream!
Beautiful poem
You are a master of words :)
kerry
http://kerrybrennan007.blogspot.ca
A SLIM TRACE OF CHASE
Inside this line lives a rich persuit of all things possible...love this writing - love the scope of the internal self-scapes - Lady A
Thank you
Stella,
That means alot coming from such a wonderful an inteligent poet as yourself.
I try to convey feelings and experiences that have occured naturally over the course of a lifetime and I devote my poems to reflection and creativity.
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot