the night slumbers darkness overtakes light dousing the effulgence.. the cumbersome clouds tease the shy moon as she tries to take a peep from behind the fast moving grey curtain of flimsy ice.. dogs howl mournfully as if knowing of nightmares being dreamt on beds of comfort and fluffy pillows eyelids flicker uneasily It is not the sleep of the peaceful whose hearts are engraved with the stamp of sin.. A symbol that has no identity The deeds that spill forth Bloodying the streets Staining Lasting but not everlasting Like all good things have to end So do the bad...
Truth always prevail for falsehood by its nature bound to perish.
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You are right.
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You paint pictures with words, Lady Yasmin. So good.
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And you are kind , Lord Zoolon.
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Fantastic!
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Thanks, Paul.
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I love this, Yassy. From the ominous beginning, through the description and personification of clouds teasing the ‘shy moon’, to the promise that all things end, even the bad, this is a great piece of art. Stunning work, my friend!
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Thank you very much , Poet Perc. I think , so many things that happen around you influence what you write. Thank you my good poet for your kind thoughts.
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You are most welcome, Poetess Yassy! You are a sensitive soul and that you connect to your surroundings (and people therein) so very well, does not surprise me at all. You have a great gift and we are blessed to be able to enjoy it.
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That is so sweet of you. Thank you 😊 have yourself a gorgeous weekend my friend. Take care.
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Most welcome, my friend. And, thanks for the weekend wishes. I hope yours is fulfilling and restful. 🙂
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😊🙂
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😊😊
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OK, now I understand the scar you bear. You revealed it, at least I think you did in this poem. But i could be wrong.. I hope (for the first time, I am).. It truly is ‘Sin’…
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Mouth tight shut like eyes wide shut lol
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Hmm..I should keep your advice..
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Oh I am as good !
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You are better. But this post was unsettling.. You draw something, you drew a part (a past) of your current self….(i like the dog will howl mournfully)… But again i could be wrong..
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There are so many things , honestly , nothing to do with me, it’s all observation, it used to affect me but I seem to have become blasé! Dogs howl every night , actually. Oh God. I feel so muddled up.
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I should stop..Au revoir..
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It’s alright.
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Awesome Yassy! Just loved it! My favourite lines:
“dogs howl mournfully
as if knowing
of nightmares being dreamt
on beds of comfort and fluffy pillows”
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Thank you, Vandana.
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And when the world cease to rotate, we’ll see where we stand. Very descriptive Yassy, eyes wide shut.
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Seeing should not be saying , one gets harmed too , in the bargain. Anyway, too much happening. I feel a sense of unease. You take care.
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Yassy, there is so much to contemplate in this excellent poem. I get the initial sense it is a reflection of bad things going on in the world at the moment. Great poetry.
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Yes, it’s only what politics does. Money power the underworld et al.
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Couldn’t agree more yassy.
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Thank you.
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And the darkness will be replaced as it had replaced the next morning, but will the sin remain or be brought to light hmmm 😉
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Epic thoughts from you.
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For me, this epitomizes the insubstantial identity of those playing their enculturated role: “A symbol that has no identity.” A thoughtful and moving poem. Well done.
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Thank you , John. I so appreciate your comment.
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A poem by a Poet Laureate
Could not your words better
Exemplary your poetic talent
I feel your words
I fear for you
Take care my muse
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Nothing can touch me, my friend. I am fine and will be.
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Always, and forever 🙂
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🤗😊🙋🏻
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🙂
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Nice, I like the “shy moon” part, too.
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Thank you so much, Michael.
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I like the last line. I wish they would end more often.
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Thank you, Michael.
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Cool
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Thankx.
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Welcome yassy
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😊🙋🏻
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I love this!
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Thank you.
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You are very right, Yassy. All things come to an end, good and bad.
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Thank you 😊
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Have a lovely Friday and weekend.
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You too , Robbie.
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