Just That Archaic Poet Poet Rhyme

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"There is no safety this side of Death",
admonished Father Jubal.
There's a chance we've only one more breath;
I'd bet my bottom Ruble!
My iron tongue- my lying lung!
One last dirge to be sung...
But from the depths of Hell, from Heaven fell-
I have climbed up wrung for wrung!

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Scott Thirtyseven January 28, 2014 at 12:15 AM It's taken me a few readings I have to admit. Well worth every one of them. Love the rhyme. What a nice direction for you to be travelling in. Just That Archaic Poet January 29, 2014 at 9:02 AM Thanks, my friend; always :) ~Chan

Richard Lamoureux January 26, 2014 at 12:16 PM If you have a chance check out my latest offering. Just That Archaic Poet January 26, 2014 at 12:30 PM I will do that :)

Richard Lamoureux January 26, 2014 at 11:27 AM I really like this one Chan, so much expressed within and between the lines. Just That Archaic Poet January 26, 2014 at 11:59 AM Thank you, my friend. I'm glad you can see what is written between the lines, for that is where many, if not most, of my meanings and messages lie. Thanks for the reviews this morning.

Dr.Ram Mehta January 26, 2014 at 4:51 AM Quite a lyrical meaningful write write Just That Archaic Poet January 26, 2014 at 11:58 AM My thanks as always, Doc :)

Tim Smith January 25, 2014 at 10:50 AM This very enchanting.. I love it......Tim Just That Archaic Poet January 25, 2014 at 1:58 PM Many thanks for the read and review, Tim :)