Think not of me
as someone who seeks
your so called approval.
No reason have I
to bear false witness
to my truth.
The ilk that falsely compares you
to wondrous Lilly pads,
as they step on your back,
to further their triumph,
of your darkest days.
Think !
Ponder hard the sound of the voice
that calls you from your hearth!
The cold winter road
comes through my radio.
Lined with milk and honey,
and leather handled switch blades,
of scared and lonely women,
that blow kisses to the sky,
and kneel to pray,
outside your window.
Promises of lust and expansion
give way
to patches of laughter,
that sounds a distant bell,
in a distant heart,
of a beautiful soul.
Zephyrs of smokey thoughts
bring back
a waning Celtic lullaby,
sung so long ago,
when haunted calls
were silent.
Please tell me what you think
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Haunting
This was as much a dirge as it was a rebuke... Powerful emotion in each carefully selected word. Possibly one of the best pieces I've ever read, Liam. Bravissimo!
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Wow.This was great!
I love your word choices.
A most powerful write indeed.
My most favorite was the last stanza..
This just rang out to my ears and left a stain on my heart.
I really enjoyed reading this,thanks for sharing this one.
Loved it,
Mandi
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Profoundly thought-provoking!!
I always enjoy reading your work, and this poem sparkes the imagination and embeds a certain "knowing" in and of all that is human. I'm probably rambling now, but again, this is a most powerful write. Thank you for sharing your muse's thoughts with all of us. Write on... 
Peace & hugs,
xx Cyn xx
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This is a great write as always, you have an extreme vocabulary that helps to paint the pictures in the readers minds. Good write....
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ooh i like the second stanza a lot. to bear false witness to my truth. its kinda like, oh the word im looking for is playing hide and go seek and winning. a paradox. i think is what i wanted to say.
ilk is a fun word.
you use freaking coool words teh way the preppy hick next to me in street law uses the word "like"
and how you freaise things...if i were in a weepy mood i might cry...
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Wow to tell the truth this hole thing had me from the beginning and leaves me hanging sometimes then picks me up the next line GOOD WRITE>>>>
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I must comment agian!
the third stanza so very impressive as lilly pads like stepping stones accross the lake. the imagry is so strong as poeple stepping on your back to reach there lofty place ("triumph")then to look back only to mock you and put you down ("your darkest days"). it was your back that took them there. WOW! -
wow! once agian I am amazed
such great use of words and imagry. trully incredible. The last stanza, "Zephyrs of smokey thoughts" and "waning Celtic lullaby" I'm speechless as I read agian and agian.
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Wow - was my first impression. Loved the last stanza - celtic lullabies are gorgeous! Great stuff.
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This had wonderful metaphor and your imagination ran away with itself, wonderfully done.
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Yeah that so called approval....Excellent write
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If I can only optain your imaginary abilities for one second I'd call myself lucky! Your writes make me double back and reread them many times so the meaning can sink it (that's due to my english of course, lol). The begining captured me with its words, how you started it with a sentance that I have been just thinking about few minutes ago.
"Think not of me
as someone who seeks
your so called approval"
Yes, I'd love to say this to someone I know, I hope he can calculate the truth before I say it to him.
I loved these lines as well:
"The cold winter road
comes through my radio.
Lined with milk and honey,
and leather handled switch blades,
of scared and lonely women,
that blow kisses to the sky,
and kneel to pray,
outside your window. "
The imaginary in this just captured me completly and I kept reading this stanza over and over.
Your writes are wonderful, I am lucky to be reading them.
Best of luck and God bless!
~Noor
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i love your ability to grab my attention right away at the start of a poem! Normally, if i dont like the beginning, i just don't read it. but you can really get me in to your poems. Lovely job!
ing alone,
Mylee -
for within your words your irish does come forth, with sounds of poets who have gone on before...profound and yet simple, weak and yet strong...you have truly mastered a Celtic lullaby...excellent read my brother
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oops wanted to give you some little clappy things too, would forget my head if it were loose
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This is really excellent, love the line,lined with milk and honey, and leather handled switch blades. As you already know I am A real word junkie, and your clever volcabulary, which is some of the most diverse i have ever read, as always gives my toungue a delicious feast, so now this previously bored and fed up housewife is a happy one, thankyou, and Godbless Theresa(Littlefishone)
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Excellent
'tis a fine write, indeed. you've expressed your thoughts quite well. Thanks for sharing this one with us. -
Yeah, I liked the last stanza...
It's Oxymoronic!
Why have I not added you yet?
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wonderful vocabulary and definatly not what I expected [in a good way, though]
"Stanza 7"
was my favorite
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Would that we all had the courage to use this when dealing with the judges that seem to wish to impose their view of normalcy upon us. As always, your work makes me stop and take a closer view as to what is truly important and how much of a sacrifice is too dear. sometimes it makes my head hurt...
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Oh my, the sensuality of your lovely imagery lingers. I love it, I am bookmarking this wonderful, momentous piece.
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What a torrent of soft utterences...
from a true poetic soul, hold always on to the silence that your heart knows, while the roars that from the jungle emanate, forgive them for they know not what they do...probably have no idea what you are talking about, "hey, you, get off of my cloud...!"
you got your roots planted in the right soil Lowell, I love your poetry, it is always honest and real; qualities that never lose thier appeal
May those sweet west winds always blow to remind you of who you are, and where you come from
Your brother
John
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awww so beautiful
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Beautiful and Haunting
A lovely masterpiece you have penned here. Thank you for sharing.
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This was really beautifully penned! The description and imagery was awesome! It flowed so well. It was absolutely amazing! I wish I could write this well.
God Bless,
Bright Smyles
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Nice job!
Love the imagery and general tone of this poem.Good luck in the contest
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Interesting poetry with some good imagery
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Fabulously Enchanting wow!
This is just sooo soo enchanting and flowery in a poetic way, fine sculpting here and well used descriptives that weaved in and out in your mind to bewitch totally, lovely sentiments, well done its lovely.
Poetic Hugs,
Kaz.
Kazytc xx
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Simply haunting. Great work, fella. Keep it up.
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the first 3 stanzas are bloody brilliant. I really love it.
its a really great write.
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-Jaw drops-
your ending tore my heart out in this soul way. poe my dear this is great. really flexing those poetic muscles now. I also really loved the beginning ....
"Think not of me
as someone who seeks
your so called approval.
No reason have I
to bear false witness
to my truth."
Heaven. fine work mr poe. fine work indeed,
creatress
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Dang this is amazing,you have great vocab,I love your imagery,its wonderful....18 thumbs way up *thumbsup*
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"Zephyrs of smokey thoughts" astounding.
I think the last stanza is the most visually stunning, whereas the previous two, to me at least, seem the most heartfelt. All in all, a lovely piece because it combines important messages with surreal thoughts and poignant notes. Very cleverly written, with sweet, almost sentimental undertones.
Keep the magic flowing!
Jess
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THIS is my kind of poetry my friend. you are an artist aswell as a poet for sure. this is an amazing, unpredictable, colourful and eratic journey. everything a poem should be. the sheer fact the words "milk and honey" are followed by the words "leather handled switch blades" just blow me away. keep doing what you do best friend! -Jamie
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Very well written
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Brilliant!!!
Lowell, I love this poem, it holds captive its reader's imagination, while inspiring a "hearth" bound muse to get busy and write, speak out and be heard. My favorite lines are these two:
"Think !"
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"Zephyrs of smokey thoughts"
Your title fits like a glove - within a Salvador Dali painting. Great job!!! Peace, Cyn
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I agree with Capt Jed whole heartedly, and everything he said. I'm actually quite speechless, this was very strong.
"Think !
Ponder hard the sound of the voice
that calls you from your hearth!"
I know exactly how you feel...
Not much else I can say, but TURN IT UP BROTHER!
Brandon
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THE
beginning was weird for me. it worked out though. it got better in the end. a little abstract for me.
my favorite part was:
The cold winter road,
comes through my radio,
lined with milk and honey,
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Well
I read this before, but was afraid to comment, as Capt Jed said, the thoughts are profoundly deep and varied. I almost feel as if your baiting me to ask questions, picking your mind as to the reasons behind the write.
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Deep Thoughts...
The very first lines “Think not of me as someone who seeks your so called approval. No reason have I to bear false witness to my truth.” say to me that it doesn’t matter what someone else’s opinion is, I know the real story. We have all been lied to and stepped on by others climbing their so called corporate ladders using us as rungs, or “lily pads”, as we let it go quietly by. I like the metaphoric nature and the subtlety of this write. And the truth of it could fit most any of us at some point. Thanks for directing me to this one. You never cease to amaze me.
Bless you friend,
Ron
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Amazing
Amazing as usual
I would say perfect, but God is the only one who can write the perfect poem becasue He is perfect.
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I love this. It's wonderful!
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BRILLANCE, master poet!
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nice
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The ilk! ~_~
"Zephyrs of smokey thoughts"
Good poem! Yet I'm perturbed.
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"The ilk that falsely compares you
to wondrous Lilly pads,
as they step on your back,
to further their triumph,
of your darkest days."
"lined with milk and honey,
and kissed with switch blades,
and lonely women,
that blow kisses at the sky,"
profound words, full of heart and hate... this one stuck me in the chest...where the raw truths lie...
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ya gotta learn to duck,
the truth hurts enough...lol
Thanks.
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very poetic, very well written. The last stanza is a perfect wrap up...it is the kind of line that makes me think, wow, I wish I had written that!
Excellent.
Rory
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I don't even know where to start with this one. It's so incredible. It's absolutely incredible. It's worded so musically, so brilliantly. I'm inspired to write today.
Síochán leat
~Mairéad~
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You managed to write with touches of Frost, Yeats and Keats in this, such a lilt of irish influence. It was a pleasure to read it. Love, C
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This is a brilliant piece of work!
I love every word of it. It contains such power.
Very well written
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Shear genius! It has such impact and power. The implied "You better listen with care" was superb. ~gypsy~
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