Who then is free? The wise man who can command himself....Horace
WE ARE
We are vessel, we are shell Mere casings were our spirit dwells Like tranquil waters of the pond Hide depths.... yet speculated on
We are seeds, awaiting birth Whipped by the wind and natures mirth Warmed by the sun, and kissed by rains Or dried as husk....neath solar bane
We are star lite, meant to guide When ways are lost...or marred by lies We are the road, the path of times Both paved, and dust...unmarked and signed
We are the storms, upon our seas We are the winds, the gales and breeze We are the rivers, we are the brine At points where fresh and salt entwine
We have limits, we have expanse We have abundance, choice, and chance We have freedom, we have thought Beliefs and judgments, sought and taught
We are gifted...by free will To live our lives...and be fulfilled The choice is right within our hands As infinite.........as grains of sand
A Feb 2004
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Reviewed by Mark Mahoney (Reader)
Reviewed on March 7, 2004
This is fantastic,i love to rush along when reading something that keeps to the same tempo, meter whatever...this has this and does this and this to me is a very exceptional, special poem... i love writing, i'd be dead without a pen or the means to convey what i think most times,and to read something along the same lines of what one is thinking is very spoky to say the least...but you always had my attention anyway...take care...Mark xx
My friend Lady A
This is, beyond doubt, a favorite of your works for me.
Speaks clearly to my beliefs--and sooo lilting. I will post this for myself somewhere where I can see it each day for awhile.
Thank you. Vicky
Reviewed by William J. Cryer (Reader)
Reviewed on February 6, 2004
Great poem...and salutations to Horace, the master.
Reviewed by Al Swanson (Reader)
Reviewed on February 6, 2004
so powerful A, I l oved that last line very much, that is a killer line methink, ty so much al
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This is, beyond doubt, a favorite of your works for me.
Speaks clearly to my beliefs--and sooo lilting. I will post this for myself somewhere where I can see it each day for awhile.
Thank you. Vicky
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