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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Just as in twilight –men’s eyes roam, unbidden, seek horizon’s golden light Thus do men –roam with nature’s Sappho-rhythm--Yearning, yearning into your indigo unceasing velvet night Spiraling –throbbing--- perpetual sensations—Burning, burning Hot despair-- escaped-- from siren-bred mad-delight Run did I until the fire burned from my guts Run did I until the flaming coals were crystaled ice Until the roads ate frozen ruts Until food forever lost all hope of spice Declared warnings…......backward turning…… neglecting…Forgetting….. in manly pride a Fool, I flee, and with it take my learning…… I hide Replace the ‘ tales’ of truth with modern, learned’, Mighty Strategies of War Now, my mistaken bloody price is paid, and Dread defeat lurks heartless at my door. Penelope—I have none-- weaving waiting clothes No wife or lover steadfast lingering in repose I make a life of blood and war Leave homeless families-- play no favorites-- rich or poor I am no lowly man--these hands wield swords My fate would have me scorn the simple deeds-- The tying and untying ropes and cords the gathering of fruit or pulling wretched’ weeds These hands serve words and promises a world and sea away This heart has lost its voice and fades this soul a bit each passing day Bedfellows Grief and Sorrow My Vanquished men Now a band in Shades of grey If only I had stopped their precious ears today Immune they would have been to Siren’s song On me the Fault, on me-- the prideful Wrong (continued on part 3)
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