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The Sun sets crimson red
into Horizon blue-indigo
and rises fire electric
the world to show
until moonlight strikes
In Life's ebb and flow.
But the Sun is nothing more
than a burning star
and the Moon a lonely place
barren and scarred.
We see things not as they are
but as we wish them to be--
icons of Immortality.
Where is the Christ I once knew
Where did all the miracles go..
And why does the Flesh suffer so
into horizon blue-indigo.
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Comments
lovedly
Wed, 2015-03-11 00:38
when I see your mind showing such clarity
when I see your mind showing such clarity
I wish you send your doctors to me
for consultation
yes for free
your mind is as rife
as rife can be
I couldn't ever dream
mine will ever so be
you are the Genes of indelible poetry
let the whole wild see
how you encashed your negativity
says Lovedly
some ones beloved still you may be!
amen
Geremia
Wed, 2015-03-11 09:10
Thank you. my good friend,
Thank you. my good friend, It is always uplifting to read you/
Joe
lovedly
Sat, 2015-03-14 23:53
what else can i do
except uplift human hopes
and hope
my poetry will also be up lifted
judyanne
Wed, 2015-03-11 13:59
awesome write Joe
emotive
I really like this, especially clever how you have many diffrerent layers of meaning here
love judy
xxx
'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)
Geremia
Wed, 2015-03-11 15:16
Thanks. Judyanne. I am never
Thanks. Judyanne. I am never sure what I write is worth the reading.
joe,
wesley snow
Sat, 2015-03-14 19:54
I was here.
Wish I had the wherewithal to improve your poetry, but I cannot.
W. H. Snow
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Geremia
Sat, 2015-03-14 22:17
Now, was it that bad?joe
Ouch, was it that bad?
joe
wesley snow
Sat, 2015-03-14 22:37
No.
I simply have not the skill to suggest anything constructive.
W. H. Snow
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. Percy Bysshe Shelley
Learn how, teach others.
The NeoPoet Mentor Program
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Geremia
Sat, 2015-03-14 22:46
Sure you do/ You and Jess,
Sure you do/ You and Jess, among, others, are the most knowledgeable mentors on NEO. You "speak" fluent poetry.
joe