Sunday, December 14, 2014

Planets

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Planets forever spinning,
angels tangle spread,
gifts of wings reclining;
souls do gently tread.

Slowly say the spirits,
endeavour to be sound,
life will be the loser,
if lunatics abound.

Daemons laugh out loud,
dance on human plans,
spacecraft is mind eternal;
settled in God's hands.


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10 comments:

  1. Beautifully written - would be lovely to hear read

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  2. Beautifully constructed and thoughtful.
    http://poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com/2014/12/forever-your-little-loser.html

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  3. How well this reads. Sadly lunatics do abound; mainly in government.

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  4. The gentle flow of this reads like a children's prayer to be said before bed...i love how the darkness is under the bed in the last verse...makes it quite formidable...and brilliant

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  5. There's music here that comes alive when the poem is read aloud. Wondrous!

    A Tiny Whirlwind

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  6. This brings, easily, to mind the vision of demons laughing and dancing on our human plans.

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  7. I read this aloud because it begs for it...I agree with Pearl; you should read it out loud too. It has delightful sounds throughout and words that literally roll off the tongue. Very nice.

    http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2014/12/come-they-close.html

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