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nokros
nokros
Feb 25, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

a page

would succumb to the wale
of his memoirs wrath
and wither by the gale
of the writer's breath

the aversion he tasted
thru the years of woe,
and the anguish wasted,
allege him his evilly sow

the long gone dead
and their castrate journals,
allow a tear to be bled
on old, offensive portals.

would lay prostrate and still,
reciting the jots of ink;
a wench to his wicked will,
the page his passion drink
— nokros, Feb 25, 2009

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Region, Country: Northern Cape, South Africa

Favorite Poets: Phillis Wheatley

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theladyblue

theladyblue

17 years 3 months ago

i am bewitched...

and can not seem to recall my vocabulary...such a quiet bomb...a page, so unassuming...and still with immaculate, subtle strategy and poise...i am beyond inspired my friend...thank you i have written a few on the page myself...even one from its point of view...no where near your level yet i am proud all the same...'You' is one and 'Oh How the Sappling Swooned' is another...perhaps you could see what some of my earlier works were like... <3 Emarie @~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@ 'My prayer is a rapture in blue' - The Ink Spots 'My Prayer' 1939
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 3 months ago

Nokros...

the page his passion drink... wow... stirring poetry you've left here for us to read.... thank you! Richard
nokros

nokros

17 years 2 months ago

theladyblue, themoonman

ladyblue, i always adore your comments - such passion - true honesty. will certainly unearth some of your earlier work, and i don't believe 'no where near my level' - you are such a talent. moonman, you always leave that aura of honesty with your hearty comments - thank you both. yours nokros