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    This vapor shroud of filtered light,
    A veil across my lover's face.
    The hinted smile of loves delight,
    This vapor shroud of filtered light.
    She's tried to love with all her might:
    A friendly pat, a cold embrace.
    This vapor shroud of filtered light,
    A veil across my lover's face.

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    A veil across my lover's face,
    On this our wedding day,
    Dressed in white silk and lace,
    A veil across my lover's face,
    Our hearts flutter and race,
    Today she’ll be given away,
    A veil across my lover's face,
    On this our wedding day,

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    On this our wedding day,
    no angel can compare.
    Celestial choirs gaze
    on; this our wedding day,
    concealed behind the veil,
    behind the eye that stares
    on this; our wedding day,
    no angel can compare.

    If anyone wants to get this back up to 8 syllables per line, try alternating the A and B rhymed lines with 6 syllables for A and 8 for the B line.
    Last edited by kborsden; 08-13-2011 at 05:38 AM.
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    No angel can compare
    To the sound of death's door calling.
    Embraced by true nightmare,
    No angel can compare
    The brotherhood I bear
    For the love of those who've fallin'.
    No angel can compare
    To the sound of death's door calling.


    I appologize for screwing around too much with this. I hope I didn't mess anyone up.
    Last edited by B.D. Eyeslie; 08-13-2011 at 08:11 PM. Reason: formatting

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    To the sound of death's door calling,
    as I move closer every day.
    I must stop myself from humming
    to the sound of death's door. Calling
    me in the faintest voice, singing
    simple songs. And I, like a child play
    to the sound of death's door. Calling,
    as I move closer every day.
    Last edited by CDSinex; 08-14-2011 at 09:54 AM. Reason: added "and" to L6. I miscounted
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    Clay is molded to make a vessel, but the utility of the vessel lies in the space where there is nothing. Lao Tzu (c. 601~ 531 B.C.E.)

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    Quote Originally Posted by B.D. Eyeslie View Post
    I appologize for screwing around too much with this. I hope I didn't mess anyone up.
    You didn't mess anyone up, you fixed us back to 8 syllables nicely.

    As I move, closer every day,
    you move too - near to the open.
    You seem to want to run away
    as I move closer; every day
    I find myself searching your trail
    to me - you are no mere token
    as I move. Closer every day,
    you move too near to the open.
    Last edited by kborsden; 08-14-2011 at 01:39 AM.
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    You move too near to the open,
    To the open door of my heart,
    The last person left it broken,
    You move too near to the open,
    My hesitation is left unspoken,
    I pray you won’t tear it apart,
    You move too near to the open,
    To the open door of my heart,

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    To the open door of my heart,
    you are the breeze that blows it shut,
    to close it tight, and bring the dark,
    to the open door. Of my heart,
    spring flowers, songs of meadowlarks
    and so much you brought to me. But,
    to the open door of my heart,
    you are the breeze that blows it shut.
    Some of my previously published poems are now on PoemHunter CDSinex

    Clay is molded to make a vessel, but the utility of the vessel lies in the space where there is nothing. Lao Tzu (c. 601~ 531 B.C.E.)

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    You are the breeze that blows it shut
    and flips my welcome mat over.
    I asked for love and you say "what?"
    You are the breeze that blows it shut
    You're not a bitch, You're not a slut.
    We shared a roll in the clover
    You are the breeze that blows it shut
    and flips my welcome mat over.

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    --and flips." "My! Welcome, Matt. Over
    there is your chair--where the joints creak!"
    Television quips and rovers--
    pushing bodies in bulldozers
    and flips? My. Welcome Matt, over-
    wrought, flicks a quick tear from his cheek
    and flips my welcome mat over
    there. Is your chair where the joints creak?
    Last edited by Perscribo; 08-16-2011 at 08:17 AM. Reason: grammar
    Poetry classics. Masterfully kindled. Always 99.

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    There is your chair where the joints creak.
    The wicker basket is broken.
    Dear, to be fair, I will not speak.
    There is your chair where the joints creak.
    My future here is indeed bleak,
    The truth passes by unspoken.
    There is your chair; where the joints creak,
    the wicker basket is broken.
    Last edited by B.D. Eyeslie; 08-17-2011 at 05:36 AM. Reason: punc

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    The wicker basket is broken.
    But this is no nursery rhyme,
    So many sorrows unspoken,
    The wicker basket is broken,
    Untouched blanket a token,
    A tiny flame lost to time,
    The wicker basket is broken,
    But this is no nursery rhyme,

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    But this is no nursery. Rhyme
    is seldom heard in streets of war
    as sirens cry to fresh made crime --
    but this is. No nursery rhyme
    would dare to tell that youth in prime
    will fade as fast as shoooting stars.
    But this is no nursery. Rhyme
    is seldom heard in streets of war.

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    Is seldom heard in streets of war
    the rapid round which has your name.
    A mother's cries (a flag filled drawer),
    is seldom heard in streets of war.
    A hidden child will hide no more.
    Finger pointing and shouted blame
    is seldom heard. In streets of war,
    the rapid round which has your name...
    Last edited by B.D. Eyeslie; 08-18-2011 at 11:37 PM. Reason: punc

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    The rapid round which has your name
    with vapid sound enters the breast.
    Vindictive beasts would stoop to blame
    the rapid round. Which has your name?
    Soldier? Martyr?--one and the same!
    Such sorrow twas not put to rest:
    the rapid round which has--. Your name,
    with vapid sound, enters the breast.
    Last edited by Perscribo; 08-20-2011 at 04:41 AM. Reason: grammar
    Poetry classics. Masterfully kindled. Always 99.

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    With vapid sound enters the breast
    sashaying through the beaded door.
    Not to belie my fears, compressed
    with vapid sound. Enters the breast
    into my stiff, cupped hand's request.
    My pouty, carefree paramour
    with vapid sound enters, the breast
    sashaying through the beaded door.
    Last edited by B.D. Eyeslie; 08-20-2011 at 04:48 PM. Reason: punc word chg

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    Sashaying through the beaded door
    the room takes note, turns back around
    we’ve seen your entrances before—
    sashaying. Through the beaded door,
    you walk, heals clicking on the floor.
    We know you're here, through sight and sound,
    sashaying. Through the beaded door
    the room takes note, turns back around
    Last edited by CDSinex; 08-20-2011 at 11:32 PM.
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    Clay is molded to make a vessel, but the utility of the vessel lies in the space where there is nothing. Lao Tzu (c. 601~ 531 B.C.E.)

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    The room takes note, turns back around.
    For the walls have always had ears.
    It listens as the sorrows are drowned.
    The room takes note, turns back around.
    It soaks in every secret and sound.
    It knows your wishes and your fears.
    The room takes note, turns back around.
    For the walls have always had ears.

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    For the walls have always had ears
    for subtleties of making love.
    Turn off all your hang-ups and fears
    for the walls have always had ears.
    Do you hear our neighbors above
    engaged in a dance of such cheer?
    For the walls have always had ears
    for subtleties of making love.

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    For subtleties of making love,
    politely, I must just demur
    even if asked from high above—
    for subtleties. Of making love,
    a subject treated with kid gloves,
    if one was asked, as it were,
    for subtleties. Of making love?
    Politely, I must just demur.
    Last edited by CDSinex; 08-23-2011 at 07:43 AM.
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    Clay is molded to make a vessel, but the utility of the vessel lies in the space where there is nothing. Lao Tzu (c. 601~ 531 B.C.E.)

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    Politely, I must just demur
    for thoughts like these are destructive.
    My faculties cannot endure
    politely. I must just demur.
    I'm certain my God would concur
    though I find you quite allective.
    Politely, I must just demur
    for thoughts like these are destructive.


    *Evidently certain lexicographers consider "allective" a word... so do I.

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    For thoughts like these are destructive.
    I must not obey the siren’s song.
    Positive thoughts would be more constructive.
    For thoughts like these are destructive.
    Though I admit revenge would be seductive.
    No! I must- I must be strong.
    For thoughts like these are destructive.
    I must not obey the siren’s song.

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    Quote Originally Posted by B.D. Eyeslie View Post
    *Evidently certain lexicographers consider "allective" a word... so do I.

    An allective? As far as I understand it - it means a word that couples might call one another as a term of endearment that means something along the lines of alluring - i.e. if I call my missus sexy as a nickname or endearment, you know, "what's for dinner sexy" - at dinner parties, "I'd like to introduce you to my wife, Sexy"
    Kieran Borsden
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    Got to write an Englyn or 2

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    I must not obey the Siren’s song,
    that beckons me to certain death.
    The calls to where I don't belong,
    I must not obey. The Siren’s song,
    enchanting voice so clear and strong,
    pray I resist ‘til my last breath
    I must not obey the siren’s song,
    that beckons me, to certain death.
    Last edited by CDSinex; 08-24-2011 at 09:15 AM.
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    Clay is molded to make a vessel, but the utility of the vessel lies in the space where there is nothing. Lao Tzu (c. 601~ 531 B.C.E.)

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    That beckons me. To certain death
    I tread with sadness in disgrace.
    It's her soothing touch, her sweet breath,
    that beckons me to certain death.
    The warden's lady, Marybeth,
    her wink and smile brightened my face.
    That beckons me to certain death.
    I tread with sadness in disgrace.


    Kie: I'm hoping not to have to use 'allective' anytime soon.

    Bob

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