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Words "The End" Written On Old Typewriter, Closeup, Blood Stains ...

He crafted word ... all plucked delicately like the petals pulled for a vinok precious and pink and pulpy wove them, giv'n a similar grace not for vanity, mind you ... or even title but to stir the cockles a soul-or-two ... or three for some time, it was all but his care pride and pulchritude ... and the plunge of his heart (shadowed by sin and sate and substance) strung with singular perspective 'pon a loom of language, lust and marrow pearly strands of pensitive passion individually knotted ... with wordage, wondrous and wild cutting edge tomes ... crimped by classic phrasing tenderly, yet starkly unapologetic ... He bound thru hoarfrost, highland fells With naught but knees to ring the bells Such haunting peals from little blooms That daubed his hell with dreamy doom Yet, something ... something, there was that set his heart a-thrum more deeply, still that coursed his veins with an overpowering conflagration fiery and fierce, it moved and carried all care, kindness and carnality with it wordy AND winsome ... phrase and fancy and fluid momentum ... a garden, seeded with harmony and rhythmic intent more substantive fabrics bound with ribbons of pulse and melody but even more, yet ... not just manipulation of language but language itself ... a language of the SOUL the binding dust of his bones the bright of his being and the very breath that exhaled his purpose ... He wrapped his dreams around their throats Sweet things that bled with beats and notes And squeezed with all the strength he knew While each bright face turned ghastly blue 'See me', said his id ... 'I am not a user ... I am not a poet I am not a bard or sculptor, or baker or bow I am the bread ... I am the arrow, sent forth I am the used ... the tool ... the instrument I am the ink, flowing from a pen, divine ... in all humility, I am the blessed NOT the blessing ... but rejoice, for I AM you and we have been gifted the gift to gift OTHERS to create beauty from the barren to give voice to the mute to give color to the darkness and shape to the formless and to bind the wounds of the forsaken know me', said his id ... 'and know your reality' but he did not rejoice ... he did not see for it was his to wield, deeply not to be wielded ... The morn breaks, new, for each grieved soul Though doubts and deeds can take their toll He suffered, wrought from pride's cold dawn Those highlands bled from shame, now gone Damned ... he was a chalice, unfillable an ache, untouched a phrase unfinished a song unsung a tool wielded by the divine but lost to the oily depths for one sake only ... her ... He searched for what he'd thus once found That careless heart ... now dead and bound. ~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Completely New (11) Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.

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Date: 7/28/2020 11:17:00 AM
I'd been wondering why there have been few poems from your end when I got to know that you've decided to write less often here. I am relieved you are still here Greg! Whenever I want to fill my reading cup with outstanding creativity of emotions and sheer brilliance of mystery, I turn to your poems. This one captivates my heart again. Congratulations on your win my friend. Hope you are well! May your magic always sparkle with love :)
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Date: 7/26/2020 4:25:00 PM
Greg, congratulations on your win with these beautiful poem. Hugs Eve
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Date: 7/26/2020 8:32:00 AM
Back for a second read, and I must say this is brilliant poetry, congrats on a second first place win. What a way to go out with a bang, last poem indeed, has to be a fave.
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Date: 7/26/2020 7:28:00 AM
Another superb poem, my friend. I love the attention you pay to the smallest detail. My favorite part is "rejoice, for I AM you, we have been gifted the gift to gift others, to create beauty from the barren, to give voice to the mute, to give color to the darkness and shape to the formless, and to bind the wounds of the forsaken." Very true, and very well said. Take care, Bryan
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Date: 7/26/2020 5:41:00 AM
Wonderful poem, Gregory ~ congrats on your well deserved top place !
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Date: 7/26/2020 5:38:00 AM
... the end ..... - Congratulations on your winning poem, Gregory :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 7/26/2020 4:45:00 AM
Wow Greg, you went all out for your last poem! Another superlative masterpiece deserving of First Place. Congratulations my friend. Blessings xxoo
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Date: 7/26/2020 3:38:00 AM
Among many things: pearly strands of pensitive passion. Congratulations, Greg!
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Date: 7/26/2020 3:37:00 AM
Deep and emotional flow of words. Wonderful Epic sir.:-) I had to re-read few times to grasp few words.;-) Keep writing and inspiring with your knowledge. Congratulations on your top win like always. Take care .Warmest regards~Deepa:-)
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Date: 7/26/2020 2:19:00 AM
So many thoughts and emotions run through this poem, could feel the angst in your words.... Great take on the contest.. How ironic, PS was down and this could have been the last contest for me! Congratulations on your first place in the contest..
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Date: 7/25/2020 10:08:00 AM
Very cool, Elizabethan shade of ink, Gregory! Your imagination knows no kinetic bound. It moves w/such galactic grace to an elevated muse of the spheres sound. Mind-gripping poetry! Love and more love be granted to thee always.
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Date: 7/23/2020 1:49:00 AM
Excellent Gregory. Another classic read from your classic writes. Certainly worthy of several reads in the one sitting. I did have to look up the word 'vinok' though. :) Cheers - Gary
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Date: 7/22/2020 11:07:00 PM
Another masterpiece, my friend. Well worthy of another #1 win. To me, you'll always be the Bard. "We have been gifted the gift to gift OTHERS", so true. Well done, friend ~ John
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Date: 7/22/2020 3:04:00 PM
Yet again, you sir exhibit a mastery that easily brings awe. As the poets of old, gifted us to read , ponder upon and so deeply, faithfully admire! A fav, a true gem too.. God bless...
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Date: 7/19/2020 7:08:00 PM
This is power on wheels! Amazing write, bard! A tapestry of rich, silken images revealing the "a-ha" wisdom "a chalice unfillable!" A primer for every poet. Congratulations dear friend! Hope you are doing well. Sending your blessings! Give that muse of your an extra cookie!
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Date: 7/19/2020 11:08:00 AM
wow...woven magic in words, Greg.
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Date: 7/19/2020 8:31:00 AM
Another masterful write G, glad you're still gifting us with your brilliance, from time to time...please sir we want more!
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Date: 7/19/2020 6:19:00 AM
I was so caught up in the mastery of your lines and vocabulary that I can't begin to choose what I loved most. It truly is an epic of angst, giving himself as the ink, the arrow, and not the one who wields the pen or bow. Amazing! Your italicized verses are worthy of standing alone. I appreciate the depth of this write and the time spent in its creation.
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