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Quintains
The lust for gold...
makes a hole in the soul...
and some folks will never be able...
to fill the hollow place inside...
not even at the table.
That hole in your soul?
That empty place?
You know it very well...
If it has not yet crossed your mind...
The Christians call it Hell.
makes a hole in the soul...
and some folks will never be able...
to fill the hollow place inside...
not even at the table.
That hole in your soul?
That empty place?
You know it very well...
If it has not yet crossed your mind...
The Christians call it Hell.
Published 26th Aug 2018
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26th Aug 2018 5:48pm
True it is Ely... I don't desire to trade places with people caught up in the place called hell.
False pearls don't make for real beauty.
False pearls don't make for real beauty.
26th Aug 2018 6:38pm
I wouldn't want to trade either... King don't have no fun... he is an overprotected prisoner of his own power. Give me the common folk any day...
And by the way... thanks for the b'day poem... I will treasure it always... hugs Ely
And by the way... thanks for the b'day poem... I will treasure it always... hugs Ely
26th Aug 2018 6:41pm
Yeah the B-day poem....I was wondering about that....was about to ask. I was concerned you didn't like.
26th Aug 2018 7:08pm
26th Aug 2018 6:02pm
well..Ely
you're dropping gem after gem
of wisdom
and in some beaut poetry
true
hell, the metaphor is spot on
for the hole has no bottom
you're dropping gem after gem
of wisdom
and in some beaut poetry
true
hell, the metaphor is spot on
for the hole has no bottom
26th Aug 2018 6:26pm
Old age has its benefits...
I have the advantage of accumulated experience...
as long as my memory functions.
So far... there are still enough brain cells... and I'm growing new ones as fast as I can. Ely
I have the advantage of accumulated experience...
as long as my memory functions.
So far... there are still enough brain cells... and I'm growing new ones as fast as I can. Ely
1st Sep 2018 6:49pm
There is something classic and blunt about this, like a grittier Robert Frost. I am enjoying the rhythm of your poems, and this was no exception
5th Sep 2018 3:39pm
Thank you Taurus... Frost was one of my early poetic experiences...
I'm pleased and flattered to be compared. Thank you for your comment, and thanks for dropping in. Ely
PS... sorry to be so long answering... missed your post earlier...
I'm pleased and flattered to be compared. Thank you for your comment, and thanks for dropping in. Ely
PS... sorry to be so long answering... missed your post earlier...
5th Sep 2018 3:53pm
5th Sep 2018 5:59am
Emptiness so deep
Feels us 'til that day we sleep,
Child do not weep.
"Outsoared that shadow night...
That, which men miscall delight"
Feels us 'til that day we sleep,
Child do not weep.
"Outsoared that shadow night...
That, which men miscall delight"
5th Sep 2018 3:55pm
Hi Oshi... not sure how to interpret this... you appear to have a major typo at the beginning of line two... unless "Feels" is what you intended to say...
which is less than clear as it currently reads...
Thanks for dropping by... Ely
which is less than clear as it currently reads...
Thanks for dropping by... Ely
