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Thunder...down under

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Kiss my cannon
in flare to fire,
her spirit soared to jungle's creature,

in seeking touch
to raise much higher
those inner bonds in word
to feature what is human
inside of Nature,

when art is blood in Love's fresh dripping
within the name
and nomenclature
of Passion's thirst, forever sipping.

Chez my friend,
from way down under,
write my soul forever haunting,
as clouds of billowed thought to thunder
in revelry to rise, not daunting.


Our gift is simple, first impression
where word is still,
and not yet taken
just waiting silence in confession,
as all things safe

and not forsaken
when we are gentle spirits calling,

that which is to know, as flower,
in petal spent
and velvet falling
to color spun in April shower.


I sigh in thanks for knowing poet,
as tear to swill
in eyes of magic
and flow in ink,

so she might show it,

how life is joy,
and seldom tragic.










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  • CarolDesjarlais silver member
    May 26, 2007

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    Beatufiully written for Chez.....lvoely, of course, as is all your worl....what friend you are to so many..and rightly so.


  • Cannonsfire
    May 23, 2007

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    I have a lump in my throat, I don't think I have ever felt as humbled as I do at this moment, for you give me a voice so much more than I deserve. You make my heart smile Love, C


  • wolfspiritguide gold member
    May 23, 2007

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    beautiful. such wonderful gift of self to give as loving tribute. wonderful write from one soul to another.


  • tara wilson gold member
    May 23, 2007

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    Awww...this is so beautiful!!
    "Chez my friend,
    from way down under,
    write my soul forever haunting,
    as clouds of billowed thought to thunder
    in revelry to rise, not daunting."
    A wonderful tribute poem, you are so good at these


  • Night Hope gold member
    May 23, 2007

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    "when art is blood in Love's fresh dripping
    within the name
    and nomenclature
    of Passion's thirst, forever sipping."

    Sighhh...Wonderful penning, my Friend...Chez is gonna sigh even louder than me... Gorgeous imagery, silken intentions, lovely language...Ahhh, survival may be brutal, but Life remains beautiful...She'll love it, dear Scribe...Good luck in Carol's contest, Sweetie...Dammmnnn, you're quick. Wanda

  • Eots
    May 23, 2007

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    Good job on this... I especially like how you capitalized Passion to bring it out and draw attention to it.

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