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This way and their way
Yellow trees still stand growing
Burnin is angry
Burnin is mad
Burnin is going to beat the drunken lad

Manipulated
Smiling face with spoken lies
In my solutude
Jimmygent

With questions unasked
the truth lies six feet under
My soul its headstone

well said - sad :(
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Lovely - well thought and poignant
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This is tragically splendid! It is Everyman's story.
Beautifully wrought.
Lida Jo from Idaho
2/12/08
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I want to add this: last February in Texas my family and I said good-by to my oldest sister. And with her we said good-by to much of our history for she was the 'keeper of the book' of our lives. Want to know what day, month, year you had pneumonia, your nephew was born, Uncle Bud clim-
bed the mountain? It was all in our sister's writings. I feel indeed "my soul is her headstone," only until your poem, I had no words to express that. Thank you, dear poet.
Lida Jo
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Tragic and beautiful. - NANGALEEMA

A cold winter's sun
Crowned with ice-crystal halo
Sign of the season

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See you there!!
:)
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vivid imagery. very nice. - NANGALEEMA

Title - Vagrant

A trampy old tramp
His clothes are umpteen years old
His toes must be cold
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Great bit of work. Bravo. BR.
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Brilliant & sublime. Basho would be proud.

It's your grenade tongue
ripping me from existence
can't stop listening

A silent treatment
A sudden cold respect
Torture of the mind
Jimmygent

Cold wind, darkened skies.
Beneath the ancient tombstones
Old bones still shiver
*****
beekay

Haunting. I like this. - NANGALEEMA

Wandering alone
With thoughts of self destruction
Time is runny out

Cronic lies reveal
Where the true heart is hidden
Run from this evi
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Cronic lies reveal
Where the true heart is hidden
Run from this eviL
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Cronic lies reveal
Where the true heart is hidden
Run from this eviL
"Jimmygent"

begin not empty
breathe morning as gentle balm
remember her warm

so nice to be back:)
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A sweet afirmation. I enjoyed this. - NANGALEEMA

Sermon for today
"Redemption" - I could use that
Too bad I missed it
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beekay

and why could I not
not ever say, "I love you."
'till it was too late.