Arthur Vaso Poet Free verse

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mile end montreal neighborhoods, Artist carole spandau

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Mile End 1812

Scrooge I am
Lovers cold and lost
In forest frost
Paintings chipped
Slippers of golden illusions

I feast on
Yesterdays dreams
With turkey and sour ice cream
Maid so overpaid
 
I beg of you
Whoever you are
Where are my ghosts?
Three was it not?
Happiness a Christmas knot
Around my throat
 
None
None at all
No Ghosts for me
Nether meanders the illusive suffering
Notorious angels have no care
 
Crawling along
I gasp for air

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Charlie Smith November 9, 2017 at 10:45 AM Terrific write Arthur, A desolate feeling for some, no holiday at all, unfortunately...

Nette Onclaud November 8, 2017 at 2:06 PM asrounding!.. the holy ghost is within you, arthur.. spill ink!..huggs

Joseph May November 8, 2017 at 12:44 PM I hope you find a ghost with Christmas presents...Very nicely done Arthur

Eve Roper November 8, 2017 at 9:04 AM Christmas is a special time of the year shoo.. all those ghost away. May you be blessed with happiness at that time and all year round.. Hugs dear friend.

Vickie Hurtt - Thayer November 8, 2017 at 8:47 AM LOVE YOUR POETRY ARTHUR! I'M NEW TO THIS SITE, HOPE YOU DON'T MIND IF I FOLLOW YOU. VICKIE

Winged Warrior November 8, 2017 at 4:51 AM Very well expressed my friend...and great choice of painting...god bless...^WW^

Beejadhur Sewumber November 7, 2017 at 10:22 AM well written. Ghosts are ever present. Some feel it,others don't. your poem offers some after thought.

Tim Smith November 7, 2017 at 10:08 AM They will come in a form that is familiar and you will not notice. Any errors in judgement might just bring an heir.

Jan Allison November 7, 2017 at 7:17 AM You should shorten your name to Art because that is what your poetry truly is!:-) and as for the joys of Christmas bah humbug it can be a sad depressing lonely time for many:-( hugs jan xx

Russell Sivey November 7, 2017 at 6:09 AM Wow, now this is Poetry at its finest my friend! You have written such a magnificent poem that I have re-read it several times with a spectacular view of your work! Such a delight it was to read this morning Arthur! Great Work!!

Darren White November 7, 2017 at 1:03 AM Nether meanders, I love that :) We will crawl together my friend Arthur Vaso November 9, 2017 at 10:42 PM Thanks Darren!!!