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A Poet's Apocolypse

After that moment a gray dust covers all Invading the senses, casting a veil of despair The prince of darkness will have his due Oh cry ye fools, of this hell be you aware.... And what of the poets with blood on their pens Huddled in dark corners, trying to understand Making rhymes for only the night wind to read In the end a homage of heart to a beloved land.....

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Chris Boskovski

Date: 8/24/2013 12:36:00 AM

What a poem. So powerful and full of high sentence! The title is excellent and creative! The poem all together is a masterpiece! Sad and full of emotion, this poem deserves to be framed... Great write Barbara.... from your fellow poet and new fan... Christopher :) xoxo

Just That Archaic Poet

Date: 8/22/2013 8:02:00 AM

"Poets with blood on their pens"- excellent verse; very powerful. The title is also really cool. Kudos; enjoyed this piece very much :)

Carrie Richards

Date: 8/21/2013 9:14:00 AM

Wow.......this is so different for you, but I love the underlining theme..... it speaks with the plight of a poet who spills the heart, our "guts"........into the night wind....sometimes it comes from a place we didn't know existed....(if I read this correctly?) ps....thanks for the birthday wishes....however Catie had me mixed up with someone else.....I was so appreciative of the intent!!! Thanks Barb !! and yes...hooray for California girls !!