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show of the graying night
dilemma performs
she acts on that stage
in voice of discontent
deliver that half- skeptical dirge
it fills me with dismay
as I sit in the back row without petition
sitting in the balcony
recognition is wondering
and the dialogue, gossips of inability
all this is the audible wreckage
a little sadly how
happiness sat quietly there in the first row
and elation changed hoarsely, against the echoes
the audience bound and possessed reduced to an object
before the shadows passed down
now the final act has congealed
it wasn’t an act that she had come to give
if only her make up would hide her unchangeable sheen
all ecstasy is lost
vanished grey with ashes
as the mystified graying knight
see’s vestiges falling like splinters
long since the markers left
all through the show of the graying night
re:such is perhaps to pawn.
You ask for a graying night,
When it sees that grey such bastards muitilate,
When death from foreign sees for her deny,
A story no babushka could hopped relate.
Though he still strong after wars so despondently yet dutifuly played,
Only to sure, shore or shorn the petty and humanly tragic ways,
On caspian seas they hope their captor vanquished,
But they still truly regret in vengeance returned in kind replenished.
So sad the stage is but an antique and ornamental birth,
And the heavy gold upon the hearts of those travelling but immobilised,
Sees not the futility of the graspung hands that seek the lustre realised,
And close to a million steps to come and but 15 to leave.
But instead lie cold entombed of frozen earth.
It is but pride that holds us from heaven, and heaven itself that deceives,
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thank you
I think, I don't know if you liked the poem, but your comment was poetic in its own right, or do I mean write, you seem to be sending some cryptic message.
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
man it has been too long
man it has been too long sicne I have been here! SO much new stuff! Up side to the migriane which ahs me in bed wanting to toss my cookies but unable to sleep...CATCHING UP TIME!
I pictured a slam poet, reading a poem which went half way to the pit of thier heart and stopped for tea. And you watching from the very back row seeing how if they just had the guts to get intune with themselves, they would blow tears from the minds of the entire room, but they were too busy drinking tea and as such failed you
could be wrong but thats what I pictured while reading this.
loved these lines
and the dialogue, gossips of inability
all this is the audible wreckage
Much Love
Ashley
very adept
at reading, sorry about your ailments, hope you feel better, been a little ill myself, well very ill, I will beat it!!!
yes it is about a " live " poetry reading at a poetry festival, I would say, it was not very captivating..
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
:)
thanks love...feeling better, hope you are no longer ill too
I ran into this poem today at a slam, a poet who could go there and did verbally but not emotionally...such a shame
Much Love
Ashley
thanks I'm a fighter a
thanks I'm a fighter a fighting Irishman what ever don't kill ya only make one stonger
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
Reminds of how society gets,
Reminds of how society gets, no matter who is elected, after they are in office two or three years, 9inety....
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
thank you
I appreciate that you read my poems.
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot