In between


Quench this frenzied fire
that long for oblivion's water
at late rush hours of cries
and sentient queries call
for original states of ever more.

Forgive this printed bother
balancing on blinding seas
with only earnestness falling
in between the two sides
any condition can offer.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2006-02-04 at 23:58

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...consume this laborious longing,
hidden beneath tips of fingers,
holding pin point pens or upon
keyboards we place,
we struggle to conjure up
fairies in words,
words so many to suit the appeal
of many other inspired readers,
troubling thoughts
that need to be released,
can best be done in creative flow...

...excellent piece of poetic artistry, Bob,...
2006-02-06


Zoya Zaidi
Never quench the fire,
It is the fire that keeps you warm
On a cold gloomy night,
It is the fire that fuels your creative juices,
When you're care-worn with life,
It is the fire ...

Wait a minute that has become a whole poem!

I am copying and pasting it on my page for you Ben!
OK?
((((((((HUGS FOR THAT INSPIRING PIECE)))))

lOVE, AND ALL THE REST OF IT!
XXX, ZOYA
2006-02-05