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Second Hand - Pierre Schnehage (reposting for comment...)Pierre said May 19, 2007, 2:44 PM: |
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In the time of the great hunger in the absence of her smile visions of togetherness a haunting inner cry a boy but for a while
In the time of the pursuing of the all illusive prize the boy still goes unnoticed the love of God denied he scans the weary skies
It is time that does a dance then, and now, and still to come through the preaching and the teaching and the reaching for the gun the boys forgotten who he is
From the first, a burst of gushing life the breathless race to fertile ground a pregnant silence in the water
secret codes and moral odes soon in history does unfold
The tide has turned, the moon now full and bright a seascape in the lunar light she whips the mighty water up the cresting waves a-thunder a legacy torn assunder
It is time that has it's rhythm, in the beating of my heart and as the seasons come and go, curls of copper turn to grey and death will come what may the spirit yet is ageless, the soul now just remembered the dance has just begun, to be continued… in the galaxy. |
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Re: Second Hand - Pierre Schnehage (reposting for comment...)Sandra said May 20, 2007, 1:44 AM: |
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Pierre, I hope you don't miss your post and Gabriele's comment - I just moved them here, to the Poet's Corner. |
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Re: Second Hand - Pierre Schnehage (reposting for comment...)Pierre said May 20, 2007, 10:35 AM: |
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Hi - Thanks! It's great to get feedback like that… I'm a bit in the closet in terms of poetry. I churn out reams of meaningless advertising copy and this is frankly a loosining of the tourniquet… |
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