Red Alert

My Charms disarmed, a panic alarm- A Signal that something's wrong Oh, how I fear I'll fall to harm, And question where I belong All the talk, their root and stalk Grows in Sadists' soil We planted seeds in wicked weeds, And were fruitful with our toil Alerted, deserted; no method asserted- While vile vines uncoil!

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Skat A

Date: 4/9/2014 10:01:00 PM

CHAN, CONGRATULATIONS....SKAT

Robin Davis

Date: 1/5/2014 5:35:00 PM

Chan The Man This is an interesting and unique write. Sounds kind of like you are messing with the devil and can't escape. Are your horns coming in. LOL Thanks for the nice comment on my New Year poem. Hope its filled with nothing but happiness for you my friend Sweet Pea

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 1/6/2014 6:16:00 AM

Thanks for the review, Sweet Pea <3

Shanity Rain

Date: 8/23/2013 12:00:00 AM

This reminds me of a song by Lorena McKenna "Dantes Prayer " invokes many thoughts . ' all my charms are overthrown '

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 8/23/2013 6:13:00 AM

Thanks for dropping by and leaving a reply, Yvette. I will look up the song; thanks again! :)

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 8/22/2013 7:04:00 PM

We are growing within a field of weeds and yet we do not allow the gardner access.

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 8/22/2013 9:24:00 PM

To be honest, I'm not exactly sure what I'm trying to convey or express with this piece; I guess I was hoping other people's interpretations would help me find out what I'm trying to get out