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Enlightened Soul Print E-mail
Written by Diana, on 26-11-2001 06:29
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Enough dreaming enlightened soul
for time may promise heaven
"with will," said I, "this day could hold
my time for ever more!"
A spirit stood like blood and sea
that suddenly sparkled wide
but seen that cry I ceased to call
for lifeless rest
let me die
victorious

(college poetry assignment)


Last update: 26-11-2001 06:29

Published in : Verse, 2001, November
 
Homeward Bound Print E-mail
Written by Diana, on 20-11-2001 19:07
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Misworded prose and rhymless song
a bass too tall and bow too long
it's true it hardly seems at all
the timeless coming of autumn's fall
but such as this the word of god
i never more that long road trod
i cut another through the trees
and tramped upon the fallen leaves
and there the deer no longer roam
squirrels no longer call it home
I took this stretch to call my own
A tiny shortcut leading Home.

(college poetry assignment)


Last update: 20-11-2001 19:07

Published in : Verse, 2001, November
 
Touch Print E-mail
Written by Diana, on 20-11-2001 04:42
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It's true i let no one touch me,
not a wisp of the hair,
not a whispered embrace here and there.
a *hug* and I shake it off.
the thought makes me cringe with fear.
I don't want anyone near.
I'm afraid that they'll know by the softest touch,
i worry what they'd do if they knew as much.
They don't know what's really me,
inside this bag of bones.
What will they say when they realize how small i've grown?
They think it's just a phase, this thing will pass,
but only i know that time won't last.

 


Last update: 20-11-2001 04:42

Published in : Verse, 2001, November
 




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