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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Subtle Nature of Poetry
[time] => 2015-10-06 05:58:22
[hometext] => Been inspired by Walt Whitman's ''Leaves of Grass'' the last couple days.
[bodytext] => With every written word and expressed thought, There thus lie in the void of space and time, Thousands much akin and like them, Butchered by the cruel hands of reality The tomes of our dictionaries, these thoughts Could fill them and generate equal number of pages more The thought of greener grass growing ever out of sight, A dilemma not worthy of consideration, for great reason For what's important, hue or solid shape? Without the shape and blade-like form, What have you, but a puddle of green pooling? Just as important as the yellow in your amber waves of grain And so these thoughts are shared and read, A thousand that are equally profound now are dead Share them I would, I could, I should, and somehow will, For these thoughts are something powerful, Ultimate in color, shape, size, and entirety of form When they are observed, what wonder they enact! When you read these words, do they not cause? Do they not touch the chemical status of your mind? Of your body, your being, and even your soul in kind? This is what each of us does, mold one another We are the shapers of ourselves, and all others In us lies the God to which we pray, and seek to meet [comments] => 1 [counter] => 84 [topic] => 43 [informant] => xHeathenx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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