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Edited by
tommyboy1101
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Thu 03/19/15 01:47 PM
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Reverence and Grace I am boldly enmeshed in common rivalry, entangled, born but not wholly blessed, Left out on the field standing here, holding my heart's torn dreams, Born to be kept beyond the ancient graceful west, with all the rest, Found oft wise outside, sitting alone - along these graceful natural streams, And a prism surrounds me, meant to be viewed - imbued, multi faceted, And in it's body found formed, thicker than Angel hair, wider than virtual space, This multi colored rainbow dream beyond the corrupted, inhabited, fragmented, Where a once fate ridden sinner, restless in his holy place, finds reverence and grace, Thom Douglas Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) Ireland |
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From The Desk of The Author:
I am still trying to work out problems found with Photobucket and am in touch. As soon as this matter is solved I'll once again post poem graphics. Sorry to you all, and, thank ye for your patience. tommy boy moran / Ireland |
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Beautiful write.
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I prefer your poetry without the graphics. The words are enough to inspire visual images..... Just saying
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Ladywind,
My thanks to you for reading this piece. I happen to fully agree with you concerning not necessarily needing a graphics version. I'm just trying to add a little more flavor to the piece. Like cinnamon and sugar on buttered toast, ( with cocoa coffee on the side. ) Thank ye so much, Ladywind. I appreciate your words. tommy boy / Ireland |
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My bathtub is the sea;
my hair the waving weeds; my body is the many fish that roam this ocean, pink. With each net that we cast, and each new bite one takes, my body is the receiver of inter-tidal pain. My bathtub is the ocean; my body beat by waves. I still myself with silence- prayer, reverence, and grace. In words there are no answers, and metaphors, no key. I am simply hurting... my body, my mind, and me. Tired tidal motions, monotony my knees. My smile, also cryptic, is strength beyond my means. But still, I travel onward. Trade winds, and zephyr breeze, I am going skyward, my pain will not hinder me. [MercyTheRose] |
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Brilliant once again my Celtic brother!
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Kaustuv1,
Nice piece my friend. Well written and presented. tommo / Ireland |
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messi_is_a_tim_1888,
Thanks so much, messi_is. It's so good knowing you're out there and I do deeply appreciate your reviews. Thanks again, so much, my brother. tommo / Ireland |
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messi_is_a_tim_1888, Thanks so much, messi_is. It's so good knowing you're out there and I do deeply appreciate your reviews. Thanks again, so much, my brother. tommo / Ireland |
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Thanks, messi_is.
tommo / Ireland |
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a stunning piece of cinnamon & sugar...smile.
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Teasing,
Thank ye. As always, I appreciate your words. And I Did love your, " as yesterday ". tommo / Ireland |
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