Yoni Dvorkis Poet Rhyme

Who Crowned You King?

Who crowned You king of the land
Where innocence has feared to tread
Where angels and demons play tug of war
And i'm the rope stretched taut and thin

my head lies deep in the sand
i need You to speak in my stead
i now wish to merge my voice with Yours
And lift this thorny crown of sin

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I speak but cannot shout
Translate to you my silent penchant
your blackest nightmares cannot hide
I hold you in the light of morning glow

If ever you're in doubt
Share with Me your dark intentions
Come sit by ancient fireside
And I will tell you all you need to know

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Debbie Guzzi April 15, 2009 at 5:47 AM Great improvement, much clearer with the line break & the capital "Y's" & small "i's" / 2 the penitant speaks..2 the Savior speaks HUZZAH!May I beg...from periods LOL.........Light & Love

Debbie Guzzi April 13, 2009 at 1:48 PM "And I'm the rope stretched taut and thin" excellent end concept/wrap up. Yet, Yoni, I am not sure who you are speaking to..with the title? not the same person you are speaking to whom you offer solace in the morn? And, my goodness you certainly can not know all there is to know about transgression?..I think..you need to tie the message togther more clearly. The "voice" is unclear perhaps another verse? light & Love

Carolyn Devonshire March 25, 2009 at 7:18 PM Love the way you ask, "Who crowned you king of the land?" It really empowers the poem from the start and, boy, do you bring it home nicely, Yoni! As for Cayce, there is a center in Virginia Beach where his work is collected. It's called the Assoc. for Research & Enlightenment (A.R.E.). I was in contact with them while writing a novel about reincarnation. Good people. Love, Carolyn

Sara Lokken March 24, 2009 at 8:52 PM There was a crescent moon in March. The moon learns not to rip the veil for every sky, but only on certain occasions, like October fall, to be full, open....because the moon has been hurt. It shows only a part of its face. And I love this poem, so emotional, raw, introspective. Best wishes, Sara

Arany P. March 24, 2009 at 4:44 AM well done! your strenght is the way your bring out your pieces so well together... i love the end! ~ Arany

Donald Cauthon March 23, 2009 at 8:48 PM Mystic and future sided. Good poem.

Jim Skinner March 23, 2009 at 8:20 PM Well written,I like the use of our words to paint a picture.Also the use of "Morning"where everything is always better..........Jim