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While Waiting At The River Styx

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While Waiting At The River Styx

While waiting at the river Styx, in twisted time untaught,

From branches of the gallows tree, in recollections wrought,

Your soul, a beggar’s blanket, hangs in crazy quilted knots,

With dangling pearls and diamond studs mid dripping crimson clots,

And gaping wounds and bulging eyes like fouling apricots,

And wrapped in chains around your neck, the Reaper’s grim garrote.”

"It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God." (Matthew 19:24)

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  1. Date: 1/8/2013 10:47:00 AM
    Love the rhyming, and the ancient thoughts roll by ;} thank you Terry for reading mt secret garden ;} Have a great day .

  1. Date: 11/13/2012 1:35:00 AM
    Wow! Sensational!

  1. Date: 11/10/2012 6:11:00 PM
    This is truly a provacative read. I fear you touched a nerve with this one... It made me reach for the comfort in who I am..... Jake

  1. Date: 9/8/2012 5:45:00 AM
    terry,I love your poem.keep the light shining.

  1. Date: 9/3/2012 5:31:00 PM
    cool,,,, I like it and the bible reference too ;}

  1. Date: 8/27/2012 1:12:00 PM
    Very nice,Terry... I really like the rhyme,and the way you ended with the passage....It reminded me of... Wisdom:Something a man should spend his life searching for... :o)

  1. Date: 8/26/2012 10:40:00 AM
    Dear Terry - Good reason to donate those riches right away. Those last two lines are just incredible, unfathomable - how do you do it? love, Kathy

  1. Date: 8/22/2012 3:26:00 PM
    reminds me of the funeral job, at the morgue 40 tables, i logged, one of a hundred jobs id see, blood n guts an misery, macarbe on mentality... but id come to get ol Marge, suspended on 3 chains, was large, stiff as iniquity, came flying though the air, 6 feet up without a care, no bloody dignity, as naked as a Jaybird she, but death had set her free, as she said to me... re:"While Waiting At The River Styx" Terry O'Leary Don

  1. Date: 8/21/2012 4:00:00 PM
    Out-of-site, very nice piece' thank you for sharing

  1. Date: 8/21/2012 2:06:00 PM
    wow, love this powerful and very thought provoking write, Terry.

  1. Date: 8/20/2012 2:53:00 PM
    Powerful...graphic, interesting! Cynthia

  1. Date: 8/20/2012 5:33:00 AM
    the bus stop to hell, Terry, awesome to read this true poetic piece.

  1. Date: 8/19/2012 10:37:00 AM
    Terry this is quite a powerful piece, I enjoyed it tonight.. Hope your Sunday is a good one.. ;) Wilma

  1. Date: 8/19/2012 10:20:00 AM
    You are at it again with another cracker, love it xx

  1. Date: 8/19/2012 8:17:00 AM
    This is fantastic, Terry! Very descriptive and it flows so smoothly. Love, Kim

  1. Date: 8/19/2012 5:22:00 AM
    Terry, terific image here, I like it...David

  1. Date: 8/18/2012 10:53:00 PM
    A very interesting write. Your added passage made it easier for me to understand your writing.

  1. Date: 8/18/2012 8:49:00 PM
    Hey Terry, this is the very personification of you know what. Enjoyed the poetry of this.