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Array ( [sid] => 156503 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Circle Intact. [time] => 2010-01-04 23:33:22 [hometext] => ..just came in mind in a dark hour.. [bodytext] => It occurs to me once in a while

that all this time of wandering

that who I am, that I could be

in this world of eroded illusions...

I know maybe this entire attempt

is just a rigid waste of words

that I maybe a failed poet

or just poetry isn’t my thing.

But the circle of this suffocating life

In midst of all triumphs of all agonies

Whilst the race for a new providence

And in the ghetto of hope of desire

When it strolls like a silhouette

In the canal between lust and love

And flies or falls alone unbound

Then you know how it works,

..Purple, azure, yellow, dark.

End of today, each day, you know

There’s a better serenade tomorrow

Maybe you believe in it maybe you don’t

and as the flame flickers,

with your eyes; and your cheek blushed,

made me engulf in the sea of desire.

of course, I’m no lover, nor my heart a poet’s one

But this idea of serenity in you

Emerges with the dwarves of dawn,

Then dissolves with the ashes of dusk,

And always I keep on ending

the place where it all began

The circle intact.




Author, PLEASE: To help keep this site INTERACTIVE, please read and comment on at least 3 poems for each one you submit.

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The Circle Intact.

Contributed by mysticmercury on Monday, 4th January 2010 @ 11:33:22 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



It occurs to me once in a while

that all this time of wandering

that who I am, that I could be

in this world of eroded illusions...

I know maybe this entire attempt

is just a rigid waste of words

that I maybe a failed poet

or just poetry isn’t my thing.

But the circle of this suffocating life

In midst of all triumphs of all agonies

Whilst the race for a new providence

And in the ghetto of hope of desire

When it strolls like a silhouette

In the canal between lust and love

And flies or falls alone unbound

Then you know how it works,

..Purple, azure, yellow, dark.

End of today, each day, you know

There’s a better serenade tomorrow

Maybe you believe in it maybe you don’t

and as the flame flickers,

with your eyes; and your cheek blushed,

made me engulf in the sea of desire.

of course, I’m no lover, nor my heart a poet’s one

But this idea of serenity in you

Emerges with the dwarves of dawn,

Then dissolves with the ashes of dusk,

And always I keep on ending

the place where it all began

The circle intact.




Author, PLEASE: To help keep this site INTERACTIVE, please read and comment on at least 3 poems for each one you submit.





Copyright © mysticmercury ... [ 2010-01-04 23:33:22]
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Re: The Circle Intact. (User Rating: 1 )
by theunknown on Monday, 4th January 2010 @ 11:43:44 PM AEST
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u sound like a poet to me
very nicely written and not only tht but its the truth


Re: The Circle Intact. (User Rating: 1 )
by Fuzzy on Tuesday, 5th January 2010 @ 04:06:09 AM AEST
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brilliant,very well written

Take care
Fuzzy


Re: The Circle Intact. (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Wednesday, 16th September 2020 @ 12:21:24 PM AEST
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Wow! So many quality and juicy, descriptive lines. ..
and you say you aren’t a poet. Hogwash!



~Scorp




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