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Date Posted: 12:32:23 10/12/02 Sat
Author: Raphaela
Author Host/IP: webcacheM07b.cache.pol.co.uk / 195.92.194.17
Subject: Re: Haunting Time Duet
In reply to: David Young 's message, "Haunting Time Duet" on 18:50:35 10/08/02 Tue

Wow I really liked these, particularly Banshee Screams. With lines like 'Words riding on the spirit of the unicorn' how could you go wrong!

The lines in these poems seemed to be tighter and stronger, underpinned by some good dark imagery.

Much enjoyed.

Raphaela

>Banshee Screams
>
>The winds wail in a poet�s words
>The banshee screams
>Shivering them in thoughts
>In the grave yard of poetic verse
>Needing to break free of the shackles
>That binds them in an imprisoned tomb
>
>Words riding on the spirit of the unicorn
>Free spirited ghost of father time
>As the universe storms in continuous change
>Riding the waves that drown ambition
>Ready to call it quits from humanities deaf ears
>But the hysterical pride of the wild winds
>Keep shouting in echoes reverberating within
>In quakes tearing down boundaries
>
>From where do dreams come from?
>From the mystical past
>Vivid imagination of creativity
>Of present day thinking
>About having a future
>They are from the compass of time
>Leading in every direction of the horizon
>
>In light years from now
>A poet�s words will have died down
>But the process that created them
>Will lie in frustrations of bouquets
>That blossom in others
>Carrying on the trade
>For the banshee will still wail
>Sending shivers quaking
>To opening minds
>
>D.Lester Young 10/8/2002
>Tuscaloosa, AL
>Copyright � D.Lester Young (White Eagle poetry)
>
>
>The Ghost Within Yourself
>
>You fear the ghost within yourself
>Stealing the special breathe away
>Playing hide and seek
>Awaiting its right time
>
>In chills of blood curdling
>Cracking dry from chalky bone dust
>Haunting the subconscious
>Taking the moisture of existing
>And freeze drying it
>
>In suspended animation
>Our creativity leaves us
>Soul searching
>Cob webs having had shrouded the reflection
>Within the mirrors of possessed memories
>
>In the apparitions taking fear to nth level
>Shaking the foundation of why we were born
>We come face to face with our greatest tragedy
>The ultimate horrors of self reflection
>
>In a retreat of our determination to succeed
>We bulldoze threw the storm of negativity
>In static charges throwing us in turmoil
>In the sheer willpower of the improvable
>
>Wounded pride beyond belief
>Gels within our mind to compete
>In the will power of the impossible
>Now shedding its light
>Shining from deep within the brilliance of you
>
>In a whirlwind that defies logic
>You superimpose the supernatural strength
>Within the moisture flooding your purpose
>From you inner fountain of faith
>
>In the bright red blood infusion
>The color returns to your face
>In the rainbow reflections of your crystal
>Sparking in the universe of your mind
>
>Your ghost has parted in its shame
>For having failed to invade your mind
>By putting it in a graveyard
>Of your greatest fears
>
>
>Thought: In all my failures, I keep going on in the
>negativity of other�s opinions, finding salvation
>still clinging to the impossible dream. For no matter
>what, you will never ever be perfect or in fact ever
>want to be.
>
>D.Lester Young 10/8/2002
>Tuscaloosa, AL
>Copyright � D.Lester Young (White Eagle poetry)
>
>You will be destroyed only by your creator.

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