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The Whispers

The phantom who hides within my shadows Speaking on occasion as if we’re brothers In whispers the ghosts utters futures Leaving truths and unanswered mysteries Hence the messages given haunts Forever traveling in times Within the masks Of my lives In clouds vague, I transend Through vapors and sparkling dew Under layers of ancient art Reading to understand the clues Turning through the doors in which I knew And the answers remained within the stones Foreverthere In another season To view And in a dream I awoke Seeing humanity without lovers Mumbling with no purpose Screaming without sounds Writing without inspiration There was no illumination Just eternal voidness and no love And I prayed for a thousand cheers Bringing back the fragrant years And wiping away all rusted tears With the hope of a redeemer He who arose from the damned fires He who lit the eternal dark shadows And cast the phantoms Far from the whispers

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John Fleming

Date: 5/27/2016 2:08:00 AM

This is rather good, Bonnie. What I like about your poetry is the novel approach and creativity you demonstrate within it. Makes a refreshing change from the average humdrum, run-of-the-mill tripe I see on this site every time I visit it. I swear to the powers above: If I am confronted by many more love poems, sonnets, or odes to a handmaidens sandal I may just chuck my pen in! Kudos to your good self for this splendid effort of trying to express the inexplicable. My very best regards! :) john

Bonnie Jennings
Date: 5/27/2016 3:05:00 AM

John, I was wondering if you read my poem 'Shadow People?' It is kind of dark, but not suicidal dark (lol) ... It reads, as if, it was written about early sexual abuse, and that was not my intention for the poem, but (I thought) that it reads well, so I left it, as it is.... Again, thanks and please come again...

Bonnie Jennings
Date: 5/27/2016 2:54:00 AM

Good morning John! I'm up at 2 AM USA and discovered your wonderful comments. Like you, I'm also kind of tired of the love and erotica poems that read repetitively the same... And on the other hand, I wonder why, I can't write syrupy sonnets and lost love, please come back, poems... So, thank you for your confidence in my poetry.. Thank you....