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Post by cdlight on Mar 24, 2009 15:22:17 GMT -5
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Post by sunny on Mar 24, 2009 23:28:39 GMT -5
Silent Noon Breaths
Now I lay in rest
extend into the west
rolling with orange gold
burning with zest!
miles of my sighs
silent noon breaths
attaching with earthy sands
unfolding the tales of best! |
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Post by cdlight on Mar 25, 2009 10:26:05 GMT -5
Good write Sunny
CD
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Post by sunny on Mar 25, 2009 20:38:22 GMT -5
heeeeeeeeeee  thank you CD! 8-)you are very kind! thank you for your encouragement! |
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Post by sunny on Mar 25, 2009 20:56:43 GMT -5
To A Silent Tranquil Place
can not reach, but reaching,
can not touch, but touching,
Oh! carry me out there beyond,
to that end of the rail road long,
to the far away foggy mountains!
let tracks merge with clouds
let thoughts flows to the south
east to meet the bright sunshine
west to trace the setting lights
Oh! carry me! carry me away!
to a silent tranquil place,
with laughter and warm rays! |
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Post by moontear on Aug 24, 2009 12:49:43 GMT -5
Oh beautiful Sunny!
Sounds like a place I'd want to be.
You get a nice, warm feeling inside from this one...love it!
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Post by michaelgallatin on Jun 6, 2010 17:03:04 GMT -5
The Tracks The tracks go on forever, I wonder where they go. And do they ever end somewhere, guess it's not for me to know. The tracks, they just seem endless and I wonder do they quit. Or do they go on forever, perhaps there's no end to it. The tracks stretch very far ahead, out to where I can no longer see. If I were just to follow them, well then, where would I be? Michael Gallatin |
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Post by alanmdouglas on Jun 11, 2010 1:12:16 GMT -5
THE ROMANCE OF THE PERMANENT WAKE
Man’s way of chaos-handling shows,
he tames his universe with zest;
trace where he was, or goes; man knows
his wake defines where he’ll be missed.
Sleek airplane’s hum is clearly heard,
impulse, man’s wave to unknown mates:
no sooner flown this silver bird,
than vapour trail evaporates.
Salt sailor bold bad weather braves,
he stares astern at widening wake
through foam-flecked seas tossed ship breaks waves,
though wake’s erased wherebruised wave break.
Airplane’s thin trail ? It came, and went.
Wake is erased by wave’s torments;
but two glistening, snaking rails accent
man’s way : man’s wake made permanent !
Alan McAlpine Douglas
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Post by Betty on Jun 11, 2010 21:38:37 GMT -5
an excellent take on the image, Alan!
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Post by sunny on Jun 30, 2010 10:39:21 GMT -5
very enjoy your poem Alan! good write!
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Post by sunny on Jun 30, 2010 10:50:58 GMT -5
they say sincere can make stones cry
and strong will can reach the sky
isn't my sincerity not enough?
or my decent willings cannot apply?
I exchange my heart with a ticket
but as the track carries-
it carries me to a wild empty site!
with no flowers blossom
nor birds sing and fly!
as dawn light shines ever more
my soul quietly cries...
road track, oh! road track
take me home- take me to the ocean side!
where seagulls freely soar
where footprints dance and slide!
where hearts smile! |
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time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
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