They sail off through the light,
With bright smile
And tenderness,
It’s their world now.
Knock my pipe against my shoe,
Examine this old weathered soul,
A trick or two tucked in my vest,
If they come to the show.
In colored clothes,
With paint in hand
They pour the ancient sand
It’s their world now.
Sigh and stretch
And fill the pipe again,
With a twinkle in my eye
About the lies I’ve told.
It’s their world now
With all its ghosts
Its hollow sounds
And deep travail
It's stormy coasts
And angry hosts,
It's honey and its bees,
It's their world now.
I’m underneath a shady tree,
Searching through my vest,
I need a light
But I’ll settle for what's left.
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Written August 19th, 2003
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Sounds like a soul struggling with the 21st century and the kids who always make it look so easy while we yearn for better and slower days, sometimes its nice to sit back and just smile, watching them play,
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this is really cool. I love how you worded it. I really liked it when you would say, "it's their world now", it's so perfect. great job. I really liked reading it. the form you used for writing this was pretty good. it didn't flow compleatly smooth but alwell, not all poems do, and tehy still are great like this one. I like it, keep writing!
Felix♥
oh and p.s.
in the phrase, "And deep travail", it's should be spelled travel. unless it's just another word. well, good write. thats teh onyl misspell I saw. later!~ -
a very interesting write from you. not at all what i expected from the title but a good write nonetheless. thank you for sharing this with me. viyanna rosemarie
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I was drawn in with the wording that express the emotion of the write.thank you for sharing and posting
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This is an excellent poem!!!thank you so much for entering my contest!!!!
love
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wow, they are some great words of feeling. I think you must remember yourself being a child. Really very much enjoyed your write. thank you for sharing. Lx
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This was a pleasant poem to read. I should check out more of your writes.
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This was a beautifully lyrical poem. I interpret it as a older person resigning him/her self to growing old and settling for contentment while admitting that its their world now meaning the children. I don't know if that is what you meant but there you go
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Myra with her comment helped me to get more out of the poem, so I was glad for her comment. I can picture the old man perfectly. Enjoyed the write.
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Excellent
The storyetellers tale
tip tapping of the old Briar I find enchanting as for that light......try chewing gum all it gave me was heartburn Great write, I enjoyed it very much 
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very good
Really sweet, beautiful. It was rhythmic and simple and the metephors and imagery were really creative and clever. Great job! -
No, I didn't like this poem. I simply felt like it was trying to fit to hard within the rhythmic scheme. You were trying to say something profound, but because of that incessant beat going off in my head, I couldn't rap my ears around your words. However, I did like this stanza:
Knock my pipe against my shoe,
Examine this old weathered soul,
A trick or two tucked in my vest,
If they come to the show.
That was really eery and yet, at the same time, fun. Moreover, another great thing about this poem was the sense of longing within it. So, it's not as though this poem sucks, or that it is brilliant. In the end, I think it is so-so. -
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That was sweet and deep. I am not one who like to comment much, but I do like to tell people when I like their work. -
yup, this one is a good one. I conjured the image of an old sea-dog in a creaking wooden chair, briar pipe in hand, and grizzled remnant of white beard on chin. Most nice.
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Dearest Lute
Ah, you know, I live in a very real, very painful, very wonderful world. This Internet, with its hidden personas, is driving me mad! cry
Furthermore, I am incredibly inquisitive ... Your poetry keeps me awake all night! LOL
Okay. This poem:
Titled: "To The Children" ... indicating that the Poet, our mysterious Lute, is erhmmmm ... older than twelve
They sail off through the light ... Light being this Internet
They pour the Ancient sand ... Playing with Time, because ... YES ... they may: they are still ... YOUNG
Ah, they are out in the open - experiencing the world ... these children of the Internet ... hosts getting madder and madder ... honey and beezzzzzzzzz out in sheer daylight ...
And you, you old huggable Poet, you sit chuckling because of the lies you told GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR (I bet you are younger than me! )
Yip and of course: you rest in the shade of a tree ... the Journey is almost over ... You are tired, yet content.
You need not a light. You just puff on your pipe - and taste the past.
HUGS & HUGS
(and then she turns back and says:)
and for you TWO candled kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiises: one for you and one for your pipe
Of course it is me,
Myra
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he taps his pipe against his shoe and examines his weathered soul.. clever, clever.. could just have easily examined his weathered sole...
A very salty feel to this mingled with a crafty old weathered man..
Barb -
I'm sitting here watching society's train drive subtly through the piece...so sutble I didn't see it until I was standing in the tunnel.
"They pour the ancient sand
It’s their world now
Its hollow sounds
And deep travail
...the lies I’ve told
It's their world now
But I’ll settle for what's left...
Thats what I got out of it anyway...I saw you, and children, but I looked for a bigger picture and this is what I found.
Beautiful Poetry once again, good Sir.
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Damn fine.
Beautiful. That's all I reall have to say, except I'm rapidly beginning to love your poetry, though much of it is.. too metaphorical for me to grasp totally, but I still adore them.
May your muses be always happy,
JW -
captivate
"I’m underneath a shady tree,
Searching through my vest,
I need a light
But I’ll settle for what's left. "
I love this!!!!!!!!! your a profusion of mystical thoughts cloudy perhpas yet none the less magical! This was a musical poem to me, and message taken as you gave it! This to me is so grand!!!!!!!
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Just one huge
love, Val
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Excellant job I loved it. With its simplistic beauty. kinda has a whimsical feel to it. It kinda reminded me of a fairy tale or peter pan story.
Great job
wont you return the favour
Bill -
your flinty wiles...they grow on a soul...
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this reads so smooth and peaceful like..... and I love how you ended the poem..... great job here.
whats in that pipe of yours? lol
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