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Post by carousal on Dec 11, 2009 19:02:22 GMT -5
There was a time
There was a time When sandstoned Oxford dined on early summer days In birdsong breeze, free from future cell phone jingles Blessed with time to rest and time to ponder Where Magdalen cloisters cooled the drift of passing hours ~ There was a time When carefree dresses swung on rhythm thighs Along the banks of the lazy Cherwell Raising eyes and hopes of pubside regulars Four pints wise in lavacious dreams ~ There was a time When Pine box Emma hawked stolen poetry in St Giles Coining sympathy from a gaggle wander of wide-eyed tourists Then pawned her muse on spiced fried chicken Surrendered Keats to Colonel Sanders greasy promises ~ There was a time When we shopped around for friends and lovers When Lennon supplied all the answers When love lay in Woodstock’s fields of barley When you and I were young
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Post by Artemis on Dec 12, 2009 8:43:58 GMT -5
I always love your reminiscent displays of yester year and the vivid imagery, colour and excitement. This was no different, it was busy with psychedelic thoughts and summers of free love. Kerry xx
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Post by Jamie~poetshare.forumotion.com on Jan 6, 2010 20:51:10 GMT -5
Words as warm as a memory and you always come up with the most graceful phrasings, like "carefree dresses swung on rhythm thighs." *exalt* to a grand poet, most assuredly.
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Post by fairqueen on Jan 7, 2010 5:19:55 GMT -5
I wish I could think of a reply worthy of this poem....but, it's 4:14 a.m. and my brain is still half asleep. I can think enough to say that this is so lovely.
Janet
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Post by parttimepoet on Jan 26, 2010 20:44:14 GMT -5
This is just such a pleasure to read, soaking up the atmosphere and the imagery as you go along. I absolutely love the last stanza, but the whole poem is amazing. A grand poet indeed! *exalt*
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