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Date Posted: 09:11:29 05/30/02 Thu
Author: sp99
Author Host/IP: pool-63.53.132.255.nwrk.grid.net / 63.53.132.255
Subject: tired....
In reply to: sp99 's message, "Re: Brutal" on 08:39:43 05/30/02 Thu

"A quoi bon mon cher?" A very fitting closure
for your poem "Brutal", a heartfelt slalute!!!

Sadly what too many police, fire and medical ER
People who happen to speak French,
have to say too often, n'est pas?
Ask I in my tiny smattering of French
as only mon cher [m'dear] was familar to me.

Thank you much for clarification of that
One percent, it clarifies the poignancy
and bitter-sweetness of your poem for me!!!
SuSanne

>It basically means 'What's the point, my dear?" -

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Date Posted: 16:26:07 05/15/02 Wed
Author: Raphaela
Subject: Brutal
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Brutal

An atmosphere so intense it hurts
deep, richly red, dripping in control
slowly strangling the last threads
til the lips turn blue and eyes glaze
and I watch still with bleached face
tortured remembrance of time past
when love was young and hope true
at what price this brutality?
What thought of innocence
amongst the bloodied sheets of death
desire? A quoi bon mon cher?

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