Agora


Light legions of leisure
leads lame followers astray.
I guess it's only for pleasure
but it doesn't belong to the play.

Peace of the present presents
all possible growth that man is kind,
that all that is same and honestly sent
will return as thoughts in your mind.

Breathe you beast of the earth,
cry the finity of blue loss
where a living death is another birth,
where rivers are rivers to cross.

Seeping is floorboards of here
where nothing beyond begins
the grasp where we the sphere
transcends translucent fear.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2006-10-20 at 00:59

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Bob
To keep the rhyming the same I changed the last stanza into:

Seep through floorboards of here
where nothing beyond starts the begin,
where wild grasps of identity's sphere
transcends translucent minds with gin.
2006-10-21


Saga
Great work sir, great work!!!
2006-10-20


BlueyedSoul
excellent write, full of your impatience with the trivial, popular mindset...you express such noble thought with great zeal.
an intelligent read done with much skill.
~Blue
2006-10-20


Bob
OK :-) It's a challenge, but also in content.
2006-10-20