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Crevasses

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It’s the crevasses we crawl from under

That makes us who we are

It’s our rock hard Stonehenge’s

That becomes a sinquanon star

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My sunset mind must rise

Just as seas must float in time

My convictions set in stone

Before these things are mine

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Although it steals from clocks

It adds the strength of spine

Sitting years upon cold fires of the humankind 

Tomahawking tears, years and ears

Until the ringing of godly chimes

And then comes the pleasures of treasure

As I claim this time as mine!

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Ever poignant and prolific, Vangoman does it again. I like how this piece doesn't give away its message readily, challenging me to study the potency of each word, each line.

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If I understood it correctly within the text it was given to me long ago, a well constructive poem can read to mean many different things to many different people. But the last line should give some credence or concrete to the meaning. We make...

If I understood it correctly within the text it was given to me long ago, a well constructive poem can read to mean many different things to many different people. But the last line should give some credence or concrete to the meaning. We make our life what it is and it takes time and suffering to get to that place where we are happy with ourselves COMPLETLY. That's when the remainder of our time is ours. And the real beauty of life begins that very day. (Anyway that's what I meant here)

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Like the last two lines - very Senecan. Oh and it should be sinE qua non, sorry thats the latinist in me speaking

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Thanks quid- Your eyes one: my fingers none. Where is spell check when your finally done? I always had a hunch about you quid the latinist makes perfect sense "a latinist expatiate?" I assume latin is like DNA it can never leave it can never...

Thanks quid- Your eyes one: my fingers none. Where is spell check when your finally done? I always had a hunch about you quid the latinist makes perfect sense "a latinist expatiate?" I assume latin is like DNA it can never leave it can never mutalio. Thank You so much for catching this, and I must say I'm not a bit surprised it was you who could catch it. Thanks again.

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This speaks struggle to me... it's what struck me first. Enjoying time requires a peace that at times I don't possess lol May I read this poem then Thanks V

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You have managed to entice me time again, and I agree that that subtlety of the poetry does great justice to the greatness of the message."R"

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Thank You so much R. I have come to the conclusion that I most enjoy reading comments from you and the other girls because it never ceases to amaze me how incredibly talented "The Girls of Hennen" are. I read your poems and wish I had that "IT"...

Thank You so much R. I have come to the conclusion that I most enjoy reading comments from you and the other girls because it never ceases to amaze me how incredibly talented "The Girls of Hennen" are. I read your poems and wish I had that "IT" the girls have. Your insights and communication of these insights are always so impressive. Us guys aren't bad don't get me wrong- but the girls-whew.

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