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What Kind Of God?

WHAT KIND OF GOD? By Jon Stalk...

Still


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Written by Anna DeVine   
Thursday, 27 March 2008
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Still 


Gentle dreams cried whispered stars 
As wishes often wept 
When falling tears of silent hope
Deemed loneliness inept

But any moment captured us
Through mutual desire
When Muses beat Poetically
What hearts could not acquire

Pleasantry's intemperance
Sipped fate's resplendent wine
Till afterthoughts and consequence
Rhymed Love a new design

But aching passion on my skin
Still warm from your embrace
Only knew how softness felt
Through Love's Poetic grace

Bringing my reality
The clarity I hate 
That I'm called a frigid Fish
Through distance I create 

So I don't think Love's meant for me
Regardless if it's true 
For sad reserves should merely feel 
Not touch the heart of you 




 



Copyright 2008 Anna DeVine
Keyword: Squishy
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Comments (3)
Posted by Dirkin
2008-03-27 05:04:56
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As always, beautiful
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Posted by gsaracen
2008-03-27 06:37:18
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Don't be so reserved then!!!

These ones (this type of poem that you write) are always technically sound...but I wanna shake you and slap your head! lol. DBSR!!
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Posted by Terry Collett
2008-03-28 09:31:47
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Indeed beautiful.
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