Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+ |
Custom Search
|
|
||||
Welcome ! | Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link | 29-May 15:56:20 AEST | ||
|
||||
|
||||
|
|
Array
(
[sid] => 65417
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Slow Dream of Heaven
[time] => 2004-09-28 07:44:51
[hometext] => From my collection Emeralds Are My Days
[bodytext] => I sit on the cliffs at mid-nite, Talking with the moon. Some may say our conversation's stimuli, Is playing the role of buffoon. I laugh for no reason, And mock the breaking of day. It's how I stand to sit on grounds, uneven, And live with being this way. If there were a king for fools, I wouldn't fit into his skin. If there were a prince for fools, I just could not be him. Until that twilight dance is gone for me, I will still be dreaming here. Doing every constitutible duty I may, Posed with good cheer. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 49 [informant] => Lee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => mystical )
|