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In Times of Man's Innocency

In the time of man's innocency as we lay dead there in our beds rigor mortis sets in with it's stiff coldness -
And there from the parlour low lit, suit loosely hanging, collar starched, stiff, out the window near remnants of the day,
Birds on a branch sing in their loftier laments, and, the faraway field owl cries it's lamentations,
And the cold, gray day outside issues forth it's newest order, allowing for we, the deceased, to enter into the new garden.

( Rigor mortis is the stage of stiffness meant to allow our bodies and holy souls - the time to free up and release. Once exhaled, these entities, the body loosens up again and we are finally free to rest. )

Thom Douglas Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland

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From The Desk of The Author:

Death and our holy rest remain our only real friends. We await death's coming as we grow older. And we welcome it in as comforting.

I only ask that ye see this conglomerate of loosely fixed wordplay, dark as it may seem, as just another experiment in the depth of my soul and the real meanings of birth, life and death.

Finally, let this be seen as just another exercise in poetic expression on my part. Nothing more, nothing less.

Be well, ( Rest well, )

tommy boy moran / Ireland

Shel,

Thank ye for liking this. It was just an exercise and not really meant to affect the darker sides of others. Only to promote the poetic arts.

Be well,

tommy boy moran / Ireland

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�tudes In Darkness ( Refrains in Black )

Melodies. Tones. Darkly spun �tudes in the embrace of your songs meant to rest us there below,
Down in your parched, sad, lesser refrains, where it is elements of your heathen darknesses grow,

Housed in fevered bellies, song amplitudes met in the church of your crucifix enshrined, uncrossed,
Where a mist long in the glens of our beings, intersecting, traps us, ensnares us in your winter like frost,

We of haloes, dark golden, encircling, we of wreaths of viney promise, we who were born to lay back -
On our faces in the rain, steal away once again, �tudes in darkness, to be with ye in your refrains in black.

Thom Douglas Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland

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chronicliar75,

Glad those two lines were invasive enough to touch that hidden spot inside. No doubt a very warm and loving place in which ye so comfortably dwell.

Thank ye, chronic,

tommy boy moran / Ireland

Shel,

I agree with everything you've said in your comments. No one could've put it any better.

Thanks for being there as my friend. I'm thankful, Shel, for your kindness and your direction.
Ye help me to grow.

Be well,

tommy boy moran / Ireland

Ladywind7,

We all feel quieter moments in our emotions. Those beautiful songs. Those lyrics. This is where derived of same we gather our thoughts to write. This is the quiet room in which we all thrive so well. And yours is no different, Ladywing. Yours is a quiet fireside in a castle of brightly lit rooms in which ye air, display and share your words - like so many stanzas penned on paper for we, your guests, to read when night falls and we're here alone in our rooms. Where, by the light of our candles, we probe deeper emotion and thought.

So very many ancient, beautiful furniture pieces there in your castle, Ladywind. Words, songs, the realms ye fill, spilling over the edges with largesse. This is what ye share with us here. This is your room of love. This is your worldly castle set against a countryside of rich, green hills. A place we come to visit and to write.

Thanks, Ladywind. Your kindness is appreciated.

tommy boy moran / Ireland

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We Align Ourselves

A dried branch snaps in a forest stilled, it's resounding echoes penetrate, awakening us, alerting our silence,
We hidden away in the gray damp mists there flowing - among the leaves and in the shadows of the trees,
And we run out sleepily into the silence of soft reason, chasing moments and the fallen rain that finds us,
Forming, like new lost children, nervous, laughing, caught up in the wealth and worth of youth's new season,

Moldy. Earthen. A new scent of morning enters the kingdoms of our minds as we play on, running, running,
Hooded, damped in the sprawl of the green mansions, grey god vamps all, in the many colors viewed,
Multifaceted, richly hued, the birds in the trees greet us in song, in these virgin, new moments of our beings,
And we pause in the soft graciousness of their coming and we welcome them inside the cool gift of their reason.

Thom Douglas Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland

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Tul,

Be safe. Be well. See ye when you return.

tommy boy moean / Ireland

PS: Catch me some fish.

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Tul,

Ye shine with grace here in my quiet room.

Thank ye,

tommy boy moran / Ireland

chronicliar75,

Good ol' Merriam Webster. A fine bedfellow. Ah, we know it well.

Thank ye, chronicliar75,

tommy boy moran / Ireland

Shel,

Yes I agree. Stopping always to reflect is a necessary essence. Your so right.

Thanks, my warm, kind friend,

tommy boy / Ireland

chronicliar75,

Thank ye so much for reviewing this with me. Thank ye for your kindness.

tommy boy moran / Ireland

Thank ye, Shel,

tommy boy moran / Ireland

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Somber Moments

Somber moments are spent here in this everlasting exile, place of my thoughts and my dreams,
Occasional breaths like softer tones whispering in the damp hollowness of my church yard calling,
Speak to me of you, the many purchased, those of soft grace, naivet�, those of my soul it seems,
Those chasing after me, those who would comfort me, those who would catch me when I'm falling,

There are many gifts inside this threshold, beyond the holy cloud's bursts breaching my door path,
While on the inside I sit in the wafting fog of amber shaded darkness, pitching my new drawn verse,
Assembling, resurrecting, embracing the values of the many throated hints born of anxiety and wrath,
Against a night lit dimly outside my window - in a courtyard filled with shadowy darkness and worse.

Here where Angels dance nearest my fire, I form poems in the night, and chance words into sonnets,
All tenderlings meant to inspire.

Thom Douglas Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland

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singlequeen24,

It's nice isn't it, making someone's night? I thank ye for your visit and your time, singlequeen24. It's always nice to hear (read,) someone who seems to have enjoyed my written laments. I feel like a new puppy smiling up at ye - in your arms.

Thanks so much, singlequeen24,

tommy boy moran / Ireland

lu_rosemary,

I continue to be warmed by you. Thank ye so much my good friend. I am warmed.

tommy boy moran / Ireland

Tul,

I hope ye catch many fish and sit near a campfire in the evenings. Pack a tent and a firearm - against marauding bear. You'll be fine.

So much good. So much fun to be had. Talk again when ye return. Do so safely, Tul. Catch some fish. If I were there with ye I'd spend evenings writing by the fire - in the fire light.

tommy boy moran / Ireland

shelby58,

I'm so very pleased ye liked this one, Shel. I wanted you to review this. As an educator I feel you hold the responsiveness and the acclaim necessary to place me within the realm of reality. You've done well, my friend.

Thank ye, Shel,

Thom Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) -Ireland