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World Of Meaning

 I awaken  each morning
to listen" quietly lay

to   soft megellic whispers
that ring" from day to day

 in a melody, like falling rain
so silent, this moment in time  

as  faceless voices from vision
call" with their chanting rhyme

come join with us in our fold
love with meaning, care for the old

share rejoice" in the air you breathe 
bring pleasures to others' comfort who grieve

give back to life, what has not been given
with a world of meaning' for us all to live in.

— mantiscepter, Sep 13, 2009

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Seren

16 years 8 months ago

Dear John

Nice write on the simple pleasures of life ... its beautiful in its simplicity love and higgest bugs Jayne x x
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mantiscepter

16 years 8 months ago

Simple

Nice again to see half of you, I dispensed with the clown.,to try something softer. thanks for giving this the once over, I wasn't sure, if I even liked this one, but after I read it again this morning, it started to grow on me, I find at times I'm my own worst critic. Thanks again Jayne, higgles. John Mantiscepter
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lyz

16 years 8 months ago

Dear Mantiscepter

Very soulful, so straight to the point. I enjoyed this. Faceless voices, love those words, A Great write, except for that clown and his horrid eyes, he may have fitted ur last but not this sweet read. I know some people who are petrified of clowns, now I know why. Lol Love Lyz XX
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mantiscepter

16 years 8 months ago

NO CLOWN

OK there is no clown, which is ok with me. I'm happy to hear you liked this earthy little poem,I was up late had had to much sun, and was just plain buggy. so I quit and went and passed out on the couch. thanx for reviewing this poem, no more clown, Much Love .John Mantiscepter
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lyz

16 years 8 months ago

Thank u, 10 times over. Lol.

First port of call this morning. Yes, with coffee, had to see new pic. Better. I re-read your poem and my eyes did not sway, and I too re- enjoyed this poem. She reminds me of a nymph with her fine features. My fave is still the Snape type fellow, he was hot, lol. She is a pale face beauty, this rigid creature. Thank u again dear man, Love Lyz. XX