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Wise Words To The Self-Pitying
by Ken HarnischArise!
The heart is no place for the Tame
Or Tyrants
But, sour with the blood of
Ill remembrances
Is often clogged and
Woefully inefficient.
Open the curtains!
Let the dusty sunlight cables shine
On cobwebs and memories
Then sweep them from the
Landscape
You are in sore need of revival
And the door of Life misses
Your booming hand
Banging loudly on the brass 01/09/2006 Posted on 01/09/2006
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/09/06 at 09:44 PM "The heart is no place for the Tame Or Tyrants"
Brilliant line. Love the form and the voice. Well penned, indeed.
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| Posted by Melissa Arel on 01/09/06 at 11:40 PM This is definitely a good poem to come back with. Its been too long since I read your words. Excellent job Ken! |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 01/10/06 at 12:22 PM *smile hug* Wooooo Hoooooooooooo... Oh yeah! I love this! Yes...There Is Life Out There! Golly Ken... sometimes you capture a feeling so very well... it just wants to burst out of ya! |
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