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- Last seen on Aug 26 5:58 PM. Member since October 13, 2005.
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Swimming with Cindy
Magical summers lost, -
Sunset sorrows
And a lonely parade,
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A deep voice from a dark place / Creates further disorientation / Calling me back to a black mood / And a bleak time / When everything belonged to her / And nothing was mine. / / A wind-brushed afternoon / Pushes me along the avenue / T
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ea : Uriah Hamilton on April 22, 2008The poet I am featuring is tender-hearted, fair -
he never troubles anyone or vies for comments here.
He paints a sense of romance mixed with spirituality -
a modern Detroit portrait with a strong humility.
I hope he gets more readers for his talent is unknown
except to just a few of us for he stays on his own.
The poet, Allen Ginsberg, snapped him up and published him -
but being in the limelight's not the point for Hamilton. -
stop drop and roll on October 7, 2006By the rivers dark
I wandered on.
I lived my life
in Babylon.
And I did forget
My holy song:
And I had no strength
In Babylon.
By the rivers dark
Where I could not see
Who was waiting there
Who was hunting me.
And he cut my lip
And he cut my heart.
So I could not drink
From the river dark.
And he covered me,
And I saw within,
My lawless heart
And my wedding ring,
I did not know
And I could not see
Who was waiting there,
Who was hunting me.
By the rivers dark
I panicked on.
I belonged at last
to Babylon.
Then he struck my heart
With a deadly force,
And he said, ‘This heart:
It is not yours.’
And he gave the wind
My wedding ring;
And he circled us
With everything.
By the rivers dark,
In a wounded dawn,
I live my life
In Babylon.
Though I take my song
From a withered limb,
Both song and tree,
They sing for him.
Be the truth unsaid
And the blessing gone,
If I forget
My Babylon.
I did not know
And I could not see
Who was waiting there,
Who was hunting me.
By the rivers dark,
Where it all goes on;
By the rivers dark
In Babylon. -
Balldinger on August 25, 2006
Mr. Hamilton ~ I just finished reading your poem, "Everything is Love" in the Marcy Jarvis compilation, Brother, My Cup - outstanding and full of light, tenderness and adoration! One of the best I've read in the book thus far. I'm sipping slow like a good cup of coffee (what the hell am I talkin' 'bout - I don't even drink coffee!) But equally as impressive is that which was written about you in the back of the book regarding your search of word combinations, seeking to capture beauty and truth on part of the path you've traveled on your quest to this point. Kudos, Mr. Hamilton! I shall read more in the days to come as they are allowed me. Here's to the elusive trail, and the search to find and behold beauty and truth... ~ Ed Balldinger
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