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Vince Bandille Poem
Standing ‘neath the spotlights
Burning white and blue
Calling on the muses
For something real and true
The theater is a sanctuary
A hallowed, fertile ground
Where humans mix with mystics
And the ancient wise abound
The poet, and the prophet
The shaman, and the priest
Displaying all the archetypes
From the greatest to the least
We’ll never tire of stories
For that is what we are
The theater is a universe
And we its blemished stars
Copyright © Vince Bandille | Year Posted 2017
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Vince Bandille Poem
In an instant the tide has changed
The warm ocean breeze has turned frigid
The ocean... believing I could walk upon it
I now can barely keep my head above it
I am waiting while I'm wading
For my feet to be set firmly on shore
In the meantime, I accept my fingers will wrinkle
I'm prepared for the riptides to challenge me
But I will not drown...
Not today...
Not tomorrow...
I am waiting while I'm wading
For the day when my feet are set firmly on shore
Copyright © Vince Bandille | Year Posted 2016
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