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(Broken smiles join today, to gaily reminisce
Glasses lifted overhead, foreboding whisky’s kiss
In solemn words solemnities by sprain’ed hope dismissed
The shattered wine glass echoes under moonlight's wintry bliss)

Long ago, upon a time ere smiles shattered hope
Ere truth hurt more than anything and trust dared not elope
From boom to bust a sorry wish had struggled ‘gainst the slope
But candle flame’s now withered next to ashen misanthrope

Seven sleepless midnights steal a sailing summer’s spell
Fragile feathers fracture flow for flailing failure’s fell
Taciturn topography terrific fortunes tell;
Belove’d words have never once revealed the fun’ral bell.

Flickering through cold barriers in a vain attempt to warm
The winds that never made it through too soon began to storm
Shadows cast by nobody by bitter thoughts took form
A little lamp was left behind in lethal midnight storms

In truth he sought the memories with azure skies burned gray
Uncouth, time fraught with Emory did murder wand’rer’s way
Where everything writes symphonies and map routes run astray
--A lost lamp found eternity but never found today--

And regrets come together at death's door,
To in final toast to fabled days of yore:

"Sweet morrow, To virtue let us drink To days of joy to never come And nights bereft of sleep; To failure's lament let us hum To past times, Let us weep."
~A Toast To Tassanor

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Lamentation Saturday

Contributed by EternitysLyre on Friday, 21st May 2004 @ 09:16:06 PM in AEST
Topic: goodbyepoetry

~"It's times like these, that make life worth dying for."

(Broken smiles join today, to gaily reminisce
Glasses lifted overhead, foreboding whisky’s kiss
In solemn words solemnities by sprain’ed hope dismissed
The shattered wine glass echoes under moonlight's wintry bliss)

Long ago, upon a time ere smiles shattered hope
Ere truth hurt more than anything and trust dared not elope
From boom to bust a sorry wish had struggled ‘gainst the slope
But candle flame’s now withered next to ashen misanthrope

Seven sleepless midnights steal a sailing summer’s spell
Fragile feathers fracture flow for flailing failure’s fell
Taciturn topography terrific fortunes tell;
Belove’d words have never once revealed the fun’ral bell.

Flickering through cold barriers in a vain attempt to warm
The winds that never made it through too soon began to storm
Shadows cast by nobody by bitter thoughts took form
A little lamp was left behind in lethal midnight storms

In truth he sought the memories with azure skies burned gray
Uncouth, time fraught with Emory did murder wand’rer’s way
Where everything writes symphonies and map routes run astray
--A lost lamp found eternity but never found today--

And regrets come together at death's door,
To in final toast to fabled days of yore:

"Sweet morrow, To virtue let us drink To days of joy to never come And nights bereft of sleep; To failure's lament let us hum To past times, Let us weep."
~A Toast To Tassanor

Copyright Â© EternitysLyre ... [ 2004-05-21 21:16:06]
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Re: Lamentation Saturday (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Friday, 21st May 2004 @ 10:45:19 PM AEST
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well, now this is simply enchanting, i love the lines,"seven sleepless midnights" well written and held my interest all the way:) hugs n' love nessa

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Re: Lamentation Saturday (User Rating: 1 )
by Vitreous_Soul on Monday, 24th May 2004 @ 06:51:55 AM AEST
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I have read this three times now! Everything I love about poetry is present here; a thought provoking title, extremely strong and concurrent rhymes, spellbinding diction, immaculate flow and structure, and of course, that undeniable (and unidentifiable) "spark."

"Seven sleepless midnights steal a sailing summer’s spell
Fragile feathers fracture flow for flailing failure’s fell"

I absolutely loved the tongue-twisting alliteration you employed in those lines.

Does this all seem like too much praise...because, in my opinion, this is not nearly enough. So good, it's not even funny.

Buried in roaring avalanche,
-V.S.

Re: Lamentation Saturday (User Rating: 1 )
by Archie on Sunday, 30th May 2004 @ 05:17:35 AM AEST
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In your letter to me you did not add your name as a good poet. You are one. I hope your sorrow fades and your drinking lessons

Re: Lamentation Saturday (User Rating: 1 )
by deadreckoning1983 on Wednesday, 25th August 2004 @ 12:16:46 AM AEST
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This was epicly and tragicly beautiful. the illiteration was intesnse and not over done. spectacular!!!

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