Guest zrynx Posted April 17, 2009 Share Posted April 17, 2009 Striving Poet My one Foot steeped on passing sea, while other sunk on Land; This focus was divided by decisions where I stand; The Right was on a massive run, but Other might have fled-- Was tied and wounded weary in my vacant dungeon bed. My mind was on the battle field, while heart was out to play; This weary mind--my feelings mixed--and made me late delay; The Spirit always willing, but, the flesh severely weak-- Was lying ill but busy still, without--within the Deck. My two of me do strive along, this narrow road I've trod; This way I've walked in focal view was on a pensive mode; The life is one a Dew in flow'r, but we can spend the best;-- Was Pilgrim and a Stranger bound--in Beulah 'ternal rest The poems are poet's fleeting fore lights of his projected dreams; Was gloated oe'r on upmost heights--he wrote 'bout stolen beams. iambic heptameter Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Guest Posted April 22, 2009 Share Posted April 22, 2009 That was pretty good. God bless, Crushmaster. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest zrynx Posted April 27, 2009 Share Posted April 27, 2009 That was pretty good. God bless, Crushmaster. thank you for reading sir! Godspeed! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Administrators HappyChristian Posted April 27, 2009 Administrators Share Posted April 27, 2009 Just read this...it is good! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest zrynx Posted April 29, 2009 Share Posted April 29, 2009 Just read this...it is good! thank you for reading sir! :Green Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members irishman Posted September 7, 2009 Members Share Posted September 7, 2009 Striving Poet My one Foot steeped on passing sea, while other sunk on Land; This focus was divided by decisions where I stand; The Right was on a massive run, but Other might have fled-- Was tied and wounded weary in my vacant dungeon bed. My mind was on the battle field, while heart was out to play; This weary mind--my feelings mixed--and made me late delay; The Spirit always willing, but, the flesh severely weak-- Was lying ill but busy still, without--within the Deck. My two of me do strive along, this narrow road I've trod; This way I've walked in focal view was on a pensive mode; The life is one a Dew in flow'r, but we can spend the best;-- Was Pilgrim and a Stranger bound--in Beulah 'ternal rest The poems are poet's fleeting fore lights of his projected dreams; Was gloated oe'r on upmost heights--he wrote 'bout stolen beams. iambic heptameter Very good zrynx, I wish I'd have written it! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members trc123 Posted September 7, 2009 Members Share Posted September 7, 2009 So you are Ray Remalig? Also, I've seen variations some of which have "steeped" as "stepped" and "Land" as "Sand." Do you vary the words for effect or is that others misquoting your work? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members irishman Posted September 11, 2009 Members Share Posted September 11, 2009 So you are Ray Remalig? Also, I've seen variations some of which have "steeped" as "stepped" and "Land" as "Sand." Do you vary the words for effect or is that others misquoting your work? ??? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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