Thanks Big Joe, ( thebricky .)

tommo / Ireland

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Inflorescent, Indeterminate Flower

Like the inflorescent, indeterminate flower, vague in it's very contrast, we exist to promote distance,
The absence of growth of our inner selves - held in shadow circumstance, inside the breathing of the
Relevance of our only real, rare and emotional hour, persistence prevails leveling us strong in existence,
We of night, singular, obfuscate, confusing the living to arrive at freedom and it's consequent open door.

Thom Douglas Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland

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IamwhoIam1,

Your inner and outer beauty go hand in hand. What a prize! What a pleasant surprise.

I succumb.

tommo / Ireland

IamwhoIam1,

You Are my circle! And I love your work. Everything about ye.

Thanks, IamwhoIam1,

tommo / Ireland

mysticalview21,

Thank ye so much. Glad you took your very important time out to peruse this piece.

Be well,

tommy boy moran / Ireland

Ladywind, 2kids,

I thank you both so much for your calm in the midst of the storm of my words. As I begin writing normally, or in this case typing, I gain an overall notion of where I wish to go based on a basic formed, constructed sentence line. This 'catchy phraseology' thing just kills me. I have so much fun with it all. I gain a hint and then the consequent follow up of word play ensues. Back and forth I go reading and then re-reading - contemplative of my next unique line. This is a simple trick used by all poetics enthusiasts, and so, I feel at home - at work at my desk here.

My having fun with the courser threads of this pulp-meal thing does however have nothing in the world to do with the appreciation I feel upon reading comments such as yours. I Am so very thankful to read others thoughts on my work.

Thank you both,

tommy boy moran / Ireland

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Beyond All Common Trend ( Let It Be Me )

Beyond all common trend ( let it be me, ) the deep heartfelt friend
of those who would toil fruitless in the darker valleys of their souls,
For it is there where darkness exists as their only repair, there where night
indeterminant, in fog ladened shadows - casts out it's lasting bell's tolls,

Far golden sun hidden in a moonlit garden on the other side of night, survivor, freer
of all back there and lost, we of sundome and the broader sense of light - await thee,
We come in the holy shadows of our deep innumerous shallows, to be with you, the seer,
In the raw majesty of bodies existing around ye - and an earthly world with it's unending sea.

I speak for all of those in the pain of their darkness, and for those speaking aloud to ye,
- beyond all common trend, in your valley places and your cool glens, let it be me.

Thom Douglas Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland

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Shakes and Thrills

Shakes and thrills, some awful spills, the kite fell in the rain - again,
Lost, left out on a windy beach, sun far beyond the horizon's place,
I feel like the stone faced assailant in a disastrous play, cold, insane,
In the grip of some mighty slip tide - cast out in the foam, out into space,

And so, what is this? Some kinda clown act? Something I was born into - shorn?
The character never really get's it does he, or she as this life's story may be?
We all live our lives as if on a dark beach somewhere, limited, lonely, scorned,
But I tell you this, as we stand there feet dug in the sand - we and the sea are free.

Thom Douglas Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland

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Big Joe, ( thebricky, )

Wow!

tommo / Ireland

Big Joe, ( thebricky, )

Smooooth, my friend. This read like dripping syrup. Rich, sweet and flavorful. And so original, Big Joe.

Thanks pal,

tommo / Ireland

Big Joe ( the bricky, )

Thanks so much, Big Joe. I appreciate it very much.

tommo / Ireland

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Ghosts and Spirits

These spirits appear to me again - here on the eve of my sleeping,
Again they've caught me off guard in the few tender moments of their coming,
They perform for me in dance, swaying above me in mid air and creeping,
Eerily shifting, smiling down at me like benevolent ghosts or something.

Thom Douglas Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland

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I Shall Not

I shall not feel at ease with those who exist beyond healthy common fellowship,
Nor shall I linger with those who dwell beyond the common values of written rhyme,
Nor, shall I walk among those who linger in dark caves, bowels of limited friendship,
For I am not content sheltering myself in life's unending, broken fragments of time.

Thom Douglas Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland

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Shel,

Thank ye so much. You're so very kind.

tommo / Ireland

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In The Gray Pale of Morning

In the gray pale of morning parading alive for all the gods to see,
We gather under the caressing rain, cold, piercing, like tear drops falling,

Wet streets unending, alley places, dark stoned poets of length and decree,
Gather we, at lampposts shining, exchanging our darker sense of the appalling,

Sacred, arrogant gods of the living and of the leaning crowd us in here - wet in our skin,
Listening, dripping dark tales out in lowly sorrowful bursts like glowing golden, given light,

We are appropriate to no one, from the ancient horseman who hungrily thirsts, yearning to begin,
To the conscripts on the fallen roads around, dirt merchants beating back endless night,

( The sacred gods rob spirit filled graves and in the fog of their shadows -
Give vision to the living. )

Thom Douglas Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland

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We Call Out O’er The Whispering Mountains


O’er the whispering mountains, the gift of soft, uplifting memories remain,
And a rich green valley place awaits us there, floral and graciously spun,

Together, hidden away from the oncoming rain, we become new and undone,

Flowers bloom. Flowers excite. Flowers are part of the radiance of night,
And we of sun-worship and kingdom are ancient creatures born of vision,

You of gentle pedals touch me. You of floral scent sweeten me. Waft freely,

Mountain flowers are creatures erected in the soft, warm boldness of morning,
For where love shines mountains and valleys shine without care or fair warning.

And we who crawl into the brilliance of these mountains and valleys hand in hand,
Under the calmness of a morning sun - adorned, must adjourn across this land.


Thom Douglas Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland

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Ladywind7,

I've enjoyed this light banter back and forth. Makes me feel good. And as for 'Bev' now this is a nice piece, Ladywind7. I personally see ye drawing t'gether your lines with certain aplomb and grace. This was like turning a fresh new leaf only to find a grand, refreshing new poem on the next page. Or, to be even more succinct, this was like sipping a new hot cup of coffee in the early morning hours. Freshly brewed. Flavorful. Alerting.

Be well, and, thank ye,

tommo / Ireland