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Their different ways! Only Way
Their different ways! Only Way
Pass,
See,
Observe,
Be candid,
Avoid being rancid,
Pause,
Wave
And
Let all see
The moving of
The train slowly
As the doors shut
The world outside is cut,
The train moves on,
The sojourn is now on
Two trains they caught
One gong East
The other North
The distances widened
Far apart there was nothing then
To be lost,
The sojourn was on
To a lonely resort,
Awaiting there was
Someone’s consort
Style / type:
Free verse
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Comments
loved
Sun, 2010-11-28 10:44
Please read comment below
and
of course Shirley u know
thanks to uuu 222222222222222
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magics02
Sun, 2010-11-28 07:58
Loved
I hear that train in a distants away. Let me help out in this wee part I love this poem:
One gong east ( one going East)
The other North
The distances widened
Far apart there was nothing then
To be lost,
The sojourn was on
To a lonely resort,
Awaiting there was
Some one’s consort ( Someone's consort)
This is a very vivid write and one that I liked to read this Sunday morning
Love Mona
xoxo
loved
Sun, 2010-11-28 10:43
I WAS ADVISED
TO POEMISE
A POEM THAT HAD NOTHING TO DO
WITH MY OWN SELF
SO THIS ONE
I tried
and am I glad my my my
u liked it thanks to thee
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scribbler
Sun, 2010-11-28 11:12
way
a bit sad the way life's journeys seperate people and often lovers. Very vivid loved.........scribbler
loved
Mon, 2010-11-29 09:34
THIS IS HAPPENING
This is happening
This is happening
More in the younger generation
We see distraught
Caught
Between the legs of time
Some day sooner than later,
They are wrought
In the doldrums deep ravines,
Crevices of disdain
And
Left isolated in vain,
Alas it’s happening
That’s all in my poem a refrain,
It’s a weaker moment,
When sex is uppermost
Then a life of misery perhaps
One does for ever toast!
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crypticbard
Sun, 2010-11-28 17:48
ah, there you go
a poem outside the confines of one's experience. But it could be in fact a poem about the "I" but narrated in the third person. A clever device, you see. Magnificent effort.
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'write on! let these words free.'
loved
Mon, 2010-11-29 09:19
No my dear
No my dear,
its not the I' that you see
in my poem
its the I'ss I see
around me every day ,
men and women play
thats the Western world of today
some are gay ,
others lesbians
so iIremember the train numbers,
and
see them journey off too
some one perhaps
is waiting for you too.
loved
loved
Mon, 2010-11-29 20:18
For Siren and Cryptic
the poem awaits at
New Neopoet station
for you to alight
or write
.maybe write it off !!
loved