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For Nic | This Wretched Sea
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Where the Souls of Drowned Poets Go. Posted by: Miss McBooty. February 22, 2011. This poem was written for me many years ago. This person is still a close and dear friend and was kind enough to share his poem with me. 8212;——————————————. The dare always met. You led me to new places and defined my boldest lines. History can be pleasant even if it wasn’t always at the time. It hardly seems strange your eyes still move me. Importance is a measure of arms length and souls connectivity. Robert W. Service.
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This Wretched Sea: CHANGE IS GOOD
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Tuesday, July 20, 2010. THIS BLOG HAS MOVED HERE! Please mark your bookmarks. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). About the Author ]. Idealist. dreamer. realist. thrifter. dancer. creator. laugher. lover. hater. hypocrite. Most of all, it's the little things in life that are most important to me. I love to laugh. Check Out My Food Blog. View my complete profile. Point Dexter L♥ves ]. Free What's Bolted Down. NICK KRUT: AWESOME BLOG. The Hot Word Blog. Robert W. Service.
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Pictures From Long Ago | This Wretched Sea
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Where the Souls of Drowned Poets Go. Posted by: Miss McBooty. November 18, 2010. Pictures From Long Ago. She looks at pictures from long ago;. Wisdom apparent on her brow. She touches her lips as she smiles;. Remembering his kisses in the rain. She closes her eyes and dreams;. Dancing along side her memories. She breathes clearly now. There’s no where else she’d rather be. Kings, Queens and False Dreams. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public). Robert W. Service.
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My Lips Break the Waves | This Wretched Sea
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Where the Souls of Drowned Poets Go. Posted by: Miss McBooty. April 28, 2011. My Lips Break the Waves. Poseidon has three beds. One for mistress and one for sea. The third he holds for me. 8220;Relax little one,” he booms,. 8220;And forget all you’ve learned. Happiness is beneath the waves I churn.”. 8220;But Sir,” I respond. 8220;If you give me fins,. I’ll simply desire wings.”. Laquo; For Nic. I like this Zulu warrior proverb: if we go forward, we die. If we go back, we die. Better to go forward.
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This Wretched Sea: The Cast Away
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Friday, July 2, 2010. I fell through a rocky hole in the ground;. Dark with depth, bitter as a catacomb. Fell from the sky, through deep, lush greens -. Trees as tall as skyscrapers loomed above me. I landed softly on unspoiled, fertile terrain;. Abundant plants surrounded me, pregnant with life’s reign. I had arrived in an unused world, yet my footsteps were not companionless,. Elegant creatures greeted me with bouquets of fragrant spring cress. They asked about my garb, which were in sloven appearance;.
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This Wretched Sea: The Gravedigger
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Wednesday, July 7, 2010. Happy Dark Poetry Wednesday! The coins in his pocket jingle. As he walks from stone to stone. His footsteps soft upon the ground. Gracefully moving like a ladrone. His hindrance found by a freshly dug grave. Beneath an imperial willow tree. He sets his shovel down beside him. And kneels heavy upon a battered knee. A distinguished tear tails down his cheek. As he chokes back his sorrow. The gravedigger says goodbye to his wife. Amongst this darkened hollow. July 9, 2010 at 4:10 PM.
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Kings, Queens and False Dreams | This Wretched Sea
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Where the Souls of Drowned Poets Go. Posted by: Miss McBooty. February 4, 2011. Kings, Queens and False Dreams. The king with his crown. Shrugs on his throne. Made from golden bricks and silky threads. It sways high amongst the clouds. Back and forth, he promises robes of velvet. To anyone who will praise him. He tells tall tales of travels unimaginable. Tales of forbidden grandeur and adventure. Yet he chooses to travel alone. In this odd kingdom, is a beautiful maiden. Who is covered in dirt and rags.
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Contrast | This Wretched Sea
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Where the Souls of Drowned Poets Go. Posted by: Miss McBooty. September 9, 2010. Descending into this faded view,. I’m not sure where I’m going, or where I’ve been for that matter. We’re never quite sure where we end up. For some there’s comfort that lies in that fact. For others, like myself,. It leaves an uneasy feeling in the back of our throats. Tossing and turning, the sheets scrap every inch of my skin in the darkness. Rough like sandpaper, this cotton weave transcends reality. Robert W. Service.
