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A message heart delivered by a musing troubadour left footprints upon a well weathered rivers’ rocky shoal the lazy days of the summer’s simmering ethereal breezes lazily waft astir Unknown distance ‘tween yonder skies azure; thoughts of nebulous distances fearlessly ignored to be sure, connectedness sown and deference’s soar from high above, yet beyond vast breadth afar the great divide His brimful heart in hand fulfills passersby thirst needing love here, hearts on sleeves sincere, wellspring sensibilities handed out willingly here voids filled by word of quill … right now is the known needed time Glasses half empty suffused to their half full brims; do unto others you will reap just what ye sow, a poet beyond the bounds of his own demure, bearing immense understanding The quintessential essence of family love drips from heart like heavens rain, testifies the heart's purpose for being A poet’s voice speaks in soul’s timeless tongues unknown breaths from another understanding realm too deep for words; yet the word sayer struggles to see his forest ‘s poetic beauty for to see beyond the pendant beauty within its magnificent grandeur of his own gifted heart’s nurtured trees. ~ The Twist This poem was not written by me. It was written almost four years ago, lying fallow in some passing cloud. Writ for me by someone effervescently more talented than I, and one of the poets whose quality of work, and command of our shared language is something to which all of us should aspire. I post it now as yet another homage to the true author. For in reading it, never was a poem was far more clearly, an unwitting self-portrait. **It was written on August 21st, 2013 by Harlon Rivers** by Nat Lipstadt
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Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 12:53 PM UTC
Ode to a Brimful Poet...with a Twist (2013)
A message heart delivered by a musing troubadour left footprints upon a well weathered rivers’ rocky shoal the lazy days of the summer’s simmering ethereal breezes lazily waft astir Unknown distance ‘tween yonder skies azure; thoughts of nebulous distances fearlessly ignored to be sure, connectedness sown and deference’s soar from high above, yet beyond vast breadth afar the great divide His brimful heart in hand fulfills passersby thirst needing love here, hearts on sleeves sincere, wellspring sensibilities handed out willingly here voids filled by word of quill … right now is the known needed time Glasses half empty suffused to their half full brims; do unto others you will reap just what ye sow, a poet beyond the bounds of his own demure, bearing immense understanding The quintessential essence of family love drips from heart like heavens rain, testifies the heart's purpose for being A poet’s voice speaks in soul’s timeless tongues unknown breaths from another understanding realm too deep for words; yet the word sayer struggles to see his forest ‘s poetic beauty for to see beyond the pendant beauty within its magnificent grandeur of his own gifted heart’s nurtured trees. ~ The Twist This poem was not written by me. It was written almost four years ago, lying fallow in some passing cloud. Writ for me by someone effervescently more talented than I, and one of the poets whose quality of work, and command of our shared language is something to which all of us should aspire. I post it now as yet another homage to the true author. For in reading it, never was a poem was far more clearly, an unwitting self-portrait. **It was written on August 21st, 2013 by Harlon Rivers** by Nat Lipstadt
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In a place where no one but we, between sun set and rise a cut of bamboo is fused and the coffee cup brimful to the lip, the label uplifted to the next level and sloshed on a lovely sharing hours, slowly we muted and respiring like a new combustion engine of a new 2020 Mercedes Benz car racing on pure coal tar high road
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Nov 14, 2020
Nov 14, 2020 at 6:42 PM UTC
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