Arthur Vaso Poet Light Verse

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Second Hand Man

She packed her bags one day
Left me in the dark
Running away, what a lark
I stare at the walls; life seems so bleak and stark

I wrote her love letters
Only a thousand or two
The poor old postman
Carrying them all back to my door

Return to sender was the obvious score
So I took my pen and wrote a few more
Before dousing my desires
In the illusions of folklore

Where out of the forest
On a mist filled dawn
Returned my princess
Singing our song

Alas I walk along lonely forest paths
I dream and ponder of what might have been
I look up to the heavens and demand, what was my sin?
That I am alone, surrounded in deathly silence

A second hand man

Waiting

For a second hand rose

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Cherl Dunn January 25, 2015 at 7:52 PM Arthur I'm intruged by this write, you've completely taken me to another place and time, to a mystical enchanting place full of illusions I'm captivated by this story of yours, she seems real but is not, love your pic it adds to the mystery of this poem perfectly, a magnificent work here my fine fellow, cheri Arthur Vaso January 31, 2015 at 10:11 PM Thank you so much Cherl!! Hugs

Poesy Relish January 20, 2015 at 12:45 AM Beatiful lines and a perfect title... thank you for the read and coments on my poems... really encouraging...#7 nad! Arthur Vaso January 24, 2015 at 11:06 AM Thank you! :) :)

Ana Espinola Collins January 18, 2015 at 9:45 PM The perfect image for your love story Arthur. Great write and love the "Second Hand Man" title too! :) Ana Arthur Vaso January 24, 2015 at 11:05 AM Thanks Ana!!!

Eve Roper January 18, 2015 at 2:44 PM Beautiful poem you have composed my dear friend. Blessings eve 7 Arthur Vaso January 24, 2015 at 11:05 AM Thank you Eve! :)

Paul Callus January 17, 2015 at 8:09 AM Excellently written...but very sad. It's never advisable to give up hope, but I think it's time to move on...you can easily become a first hand man again! #7 // paul

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser January 16, 2015 at 4:22 AM :) as always Buddy Art beautiful in a sad way... Hope you are doing okei... :) God bless you'- olive eloisa

Meg Anderson January 15, 2015 at 7:51 AM oh a sorrowful song of sadness. I feel your true emotion in every word. I know what you mean when you write and you write with such passion and beauty for that one and true love. And he doesn't even know or appreciate those heartfelt words. Meg Anderson January 24, 2015 at 6:04 PM I looked back at my comment and had to laugh. I meant to say I feel the same as you. When I write my poems I write of my true heart ache and of my love or my anger for being treated like I am by the guy I am with. He doesn't understand my poetry and appreciate where I am coming from. Sorry if that was confusing. Lol Meg Anderson January 24, 2015 at 3:44 PM Lol. I was referring to myself when I wrote he. Arthur Vaso January 24, 2015 at 11:11 AM I sure hope you meant "she" LOL

Demetrios Trifiatis January 15, 2015 at 3:43 AM We have to Probe into the depths of the soul for answers to find my friend, Arthur! A beautiful and profound poem! Arthur Vaso January 24, 2015 at 11:07 AM Thank you Demetrios

Jan Allison January 14, 2015 at 2:47 AM Hope the rose blooms for you one day my friend - so beautifully penned - am most concerned about the postman though Arthur - watch out for a compensation claim any day now! a 7 from me great image and imagery:-) Hugs jan xx Arthur Vaso January 24, 2015 at 11:07 AM Yes I was thinking the same! LOL Darn unions

Tim Smith January 13, 2015 at 11:20 PM I love the pic my friend but I think you need a haircut.... Great tragic poem my friend...your princess will come one day....cheers