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Clouds
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The clouds roll in.
Like the muffled sounds
Heard in the night
Between cement walls
Marred with the words
Of those before him, swallowed
Into the chamber's belly.
He watches from across the pod,
The last morsel of barbequed ribs...finest cut,
A cloud of smoke from a puff of a last cigarette,
And an eerie calmness fills the air,
A stoic reverence shrouds
What he used to be,
Of many days passing time in a 6x9 space,
And for the last time,
They hear a voice they will never hear again,
It will be 'erased'.
The clamorous cell door,
A reminder of their own fate,
And the few gifted pieces
Of clothing speak too loudly
Of what storms rage silently
In the minds and hearts of men.
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Dear Nightlight! Excellent poem!!! Deeply honored that I could inspire you and even more honored that you dedicated your poem to a cause so close to my heart! Very moving poem, and every eye that can be drawn to this issue will make it that much harder for perversions of justice to occur, such as happened with the West Memphis Three, and to set them right when they do occur. Much love & thanks! ;-)
Yes, Beavis. People really do
Yes, Beavis. People really do not have a clue. I am glad ot is close to your heart too. We need all the hearts we can get.
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...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. "
Lucky are we to have fellow
Lucky are we to have fellow poets/poetess' to inspire us. However, it takes more than inspiration to write a poem. It takes thought, time, effort, a play on words, counting syllables and meters, formatting stanzas, working your smoothe transistions, finding ways to display your personality and personal flare, and if you lack talent no one will be there.
I imagine so if you're trying
I imagine so if you're trying to be famous or make a living from it, poetic eyes. For most on this site it appears a 'hobby'. And then others are writing just for the hell of it. And then others, you will never ever know the method to their trickery.
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...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. "
OMG !! OMG!! OMG !! Efforts,syllables,stanzas,Personality?!.??!!
OMG !! OMG!! OMG !! Efforts,syllables,stanzas,Personality?!BTW Really nice Sunflower Profile Pic.....Respected nightlight1220.Who tricks whom & why ?? Making money off pp ?? !!!!!!! Your sailing friend earns(by God's grace) enough for his own tiny tummy and his family's.I just can't get to agree with Poetic_eyes' comment about so much thought & planning & understanding of poetry is necessary.Are we perfect Respected Madams ?? Are my words 100% my best.Many of my close friends & well-wishing close relatives as well as publishers have requested me to print some book of poems.Maybe I will someday but not at the cost of severing the fun ........ There are obvious flaws in my words.Truthfully,I don't know any style whasoever ..... I truly get jealous when I get to read poetry which appeals to me.
Sunflower,Sunflower, where have you been ?
"I've been to Washington to see Fairy Queen"
Sunflower,sunflower.. what'd ya do there?
Murdered six poets ,maimed two as they were......
Both Madams please don't mind if I offended any of you.In any case I don't ever say I'm a poet .......
©bishu
Bishu... you are as a "soul
Bishu... you are as a "soul brother" to me, sharing the same heart, and often times, mind. I see your words so "true blue" most often than not. At times a slight misunderstanding of some things for my lack of knowledge about your country, but you clear that up with the quickness of the speed of light most often. Your concern and caring in the use of your communication helps me do the same, and friendship, sir, valued.
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...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. "
Never thot I had a soul !!!!!
Never thot I had a soul !!!!! Elated... since a few hours from now I'll have to become a landlubber for a "Bhai Phonta" celebration.Thank you from a Soul Brother.My communication skills are not very polished I'm afraid since the language isn't my MT.Please do recite silently looking eastwards "Bhaier kopale dilam phonta.. jomer doaray porlo kanta" I put a spot (sandalwood paste) with ur li'l finger on mI have put thorns on the way to death.................. 6 or 7 hours from now. Good night/or good day !!!!!!! ~From~now~a~happy~soul~brother~
©bishu
I am grateful and honored...
I am grateful and honored... namaste, namaste. ♥
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...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. "
Inspired by
Inspired by Beavis.
http://www.postpoems.org/authors/beavis/poem/969093#comment-416095
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...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. "