Tahera Mannan Poet I do not know?

The Alchemist

The Alchemist sat on his chair
Fingering the gold dust
Black curls were his hair
And golden chain on his bust
       Churchman, countryman, cityman
       Alll around him sat
       The lady holding dainty fan
       Was on the conermost mat
Greed and lust they had in them
Begging services of this immortal
From corners of the world they had come
Seeking the way thru the portal
       The Alchemist's aura of festivity
       His talk of astronomy
       False piety,humility and simplicity
       Made the mortal look pretty mighty
Strange curses with mineral physics
Turning base metals into riches
He seemed an awesome psychic
Tightening his clutches
       Poor mortals blinded by want
       In him saw divine perfection
       With powerful exilir he would taunt
       To keep their souls from breeding affections.

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Carol Sunshine Brown June 9, 2010 at 10:15 AM I enjoyed reading your poetry this morning Tahera. Wishing you the best always in your writing endeavors. Love, Carol

Mitch White June 9, 2010 at 8:07 AM This is the best thing I have encountered in 20 poems- Just amazing- use a spell check please- or right click on a word to get a list

Dr.Ram Mehta June 9, 2010 at 5:26 AM There is a typo in the title. It's a nice narrative

Nick Bagnall June 9, 2010 at 4:29 AM I think you were typing really fast, you've dropped a lot of letters in there - made it more difficult to read that it should have been. I enjoyed the story.