At Times ( A Self Portrait . . . )

On these higher levels of my stature as a word maker, a word man, I find my efforts toward
this grace, this abundance given me, that of being a somewhat colorful and varied writer, as
being at times, all consuming. But I have not now, nor shall I ever leave behind the flowering of this,
my innermost self, no. I am not now burdened by age nor other limits. I have never been a word man
starved for words. I am simply a poet.

Lost in contemplation, self centered, mired in conceit, bogged down in self styled loftiness the writer
ultimately hides himself in the deeper shallows of his own graces beyond the hints, the glints found
in others' eyes - all meant to level him equal to the merry population around. And I, as just such a fellow,
do fully agree I rest there hidden in among those very shallows. For I am the epitome of self centeredness.
For I was born to live to eventually expire in my own pools of conceit and self styled egotism. I was born
to write.

Home now here in the wealth of my own arrogance, left to feel the mighty wielding of the pen, the mind
set, set against the flowering universality of this, my inner most self, I have come to feel my mind is both
ready and equally available. I have come to be with you and to write.

The piercing of darkness hums here, vibrates in the hallowed halls of this, my inner spiritual body. I can
hear and feel it's varied cadences in this camp where poets mingle with warrior gods.
Can ye hear it too? Can ye feel it?

I shall promise to always remain, most respectfully, your Poet,

Thom Douglas Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) Ireland

Great one Tommo! Your poems are class mate! Like ice on fire, at times my friend!

Is that really how you feel?
Looking at the world through a poets eyes and feeling with a poets soul/spirit can be a curse and a blessing... It all depends on our message IMO.
I think its humbling to be a poet, a responsibility to write what we see, even when it pains us to.
A lot like a journalist or historian....

Ladywind,

I tried to message ye, or at least I tried to visit your page so I Could message ye, last evening only to be told you were no longer online - as in - a member of Mingle2. I got that annoying message feedback. So I thought ye dropped yourself from Mingle2.

Now that I know you're still around allow me to thank ye for your comments on my poem yesterday. Thank ye.

As for your most recent comment concerning my, 'At Times ( A Self Portrait ),' ie:

" Is that really how you feel?
Looking at the world through a poet's eyes and feeling with a poet's soul/spirit can be a curse and a blessing... It all depends on our message IMO.
I think its humbling to be a poet, a responsibility to write what we see, even when it pains us to.
A lot like a journalist or historian....frustrated "

- I think you're so incredibly right. I like how you think. You should give your first (real) name don't ye think?

Be well. I am here for ye,

tommy boy / Ireland

lol, it is Imogene. I deactivate my profile because I really dont want many messages. It is easier for me that way. I like to swing by and read the poetry though.

Imo,

I understand about your messages being a bother from time to time. While at your page a bit ago I tried to message ye and that message too was basically blocked. I guess that would be one more effort on your part.

Anyway, it's real nice to see you've taken a liking to the poetry forum.

Be well, and thanks again,

tommo / Ireland

beautiful words

Godisthe,

I appreciate your kindness.

Thanks again, and, be well.

Most respectfully,

tommy boy / Ireland