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    dots Submission Name: Dismaldots

    Author: DaleP
    ASL Info:    57/M/TX
    Elite Ratio:    6.21 - 629/553/330
    Words: 232
    Class/Type: Poetry/
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    The declivity of time declines into
    Stygian deeps but this depth is
    no deeper than my dismal mood.
    Misery drinks the sun dry and I?
    I seek surcease in poetry but have
    yet to find that elusive treasure that
    will bring my glass to measure.

    I lose myself in gloomy tales
    of fallen grandeur and travel
    long ruddy rivers where in the end
    love is neither lost nor won.

    An eagle soars
    by mountain high.
    A rainbows arch spans
    the sky.

    Yet I no better for verse

    I immolate my mind by satanic
    metal depredation.
    However like unto some
    neurotic virtuoso I am shaken
    but not stirred to life by terror
    of the night.

    An inmate of graveyard mood
    trapped in lachrymal lassitude,
    I finally decide to employ pen to pelt
    away my blues.

    Indulging in a bit of vers-libre
    My pelf is poor at first but
    soon I develop quite the thirst
    for wordy burst of hyperbole.

    What came first poetry or the dream?
    Whether poetry brought the dream
    or the dream brought the poetry?
    I do not know.
    But it came with a sinister scurrying of
    skeletal rats,
    dressed in tuxedos and black hats.
    Then the wormy partition parted.
    And once more,
    all was right with the world.

    Submitted on 2011-08-19 20:45:32     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      I like the emotion in this and 'Dismal' indeed.
    What came first poetry or the dream?
    Whether poetry brought the dream
    or the dream brought the poetry?
    You had alot of amazing lines each filled with some kind of emotion which I said before, but out of all of them I found this to be very interesting, you penned a very thought provoking emotional piece here. I also agree with Jacob on this too.

    An amazing poet you are my friend.

    | Posted on 2011-08-22 00:00:00 | by AltheaLaochra | [ Reply to This ]
      you do it with such ease...i am so envious of your words, DaleP--

    this has a real life/ shock theater quality to it....

    like the phantom of the opera has decided to surface, time to come out from hiding...

    i wonder if poetry brought the dream...i think poetry is the stuff dreams are made of...and we often do in poetry what we can't seem to do in real life...we achieve heights that maybe in reality we fail to attain...

    sylvia plath was like that...she played the submissive, female's role in life..but in her poetry she could "rise from ash/ and eat men like air."

    another really good piece.

    | Posted on 2011-08-20 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]
      Heees baaak. Culture at the higher level, the cookie jar I cannot reach but still love to witness. Been missing ya.
    | Posted on 2011-08-20 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ]

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