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  1. #11
    Heeey Rafal, Welcome to the fabulous poetry thread... Of course I mentioned in the post above, that this poem was based on my friend, his nick name was King Tut, because he had a lot of .. ill gotten money.. he was a friend of Cyclone Mac and me.. we all partied together.. Cyclone Mac passed away from a terminal illness, and Tut is serving the last of his prison sentence... Thank you for your thoughtful, kind comments... the poem was sort of... just in memory of the good old days...
    She lost herself in the trees,
    among the ever-changing leaves.
    She wept beneath the wild sky
    as stars told stories of ancient times.
    The flowers grew toward her light,
    the river called her name at night.
    She could not live an ordinary life,
    with the mysteries of the universe
    hidden in her eyes....
    Author: Christy Ann Martine

    Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
    love leaves a memory no one can steal....
    Author unknown.

  2. #12
    Overall, a great read. A couple of minor nits. Sayonara is Japanese and ghetto is fifteenth century Italian in origin, as such, they are a bit out of sync with the recurrent themes of your technicolor desert. You went from New Kingdom Egypt to the post modern world in the blink of an eye.

    (And yes, I admit to being something of an extreme dork...)


  3. #13
    lol... We were a motley group of vagabonds... and we were definitely out of sync... I had fun writing this. Thank you for your fabulous comment..
    She lost herself in the trees,
    among the ever-changing leaves.
    She wept beneath the wild sky
    as stars told stories of ancient times.
    The flowers grew toward her light,
    the river called her name at night.
    She could not live an ordinary life,
    with the mysteries of the universe
    hidden in her eyes....
    Author: Christy Ann Martine

    Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
    love leaves a memory no one can steal....
    Author unknown.

  4. #14
    A very fun poem, Fire!

    Nice rhymes and a neat theme.

    Already 7 likes! It's in a lucky spot right now.
    Looking for beta readers for a 22k word novella set in medieval/fantasy.

    The rags to riches story of a scavenger.

    Please PM me if you would give any amount a whirl!

  5. #15
    Quote Originally Posted by Firemajic View Post
    Old King Tut was higher than a kite
    and Queen Cleo was gone for the night

    ...

    Holy cow. You couldn't have bought me a better present for the night.

    I really liked this one, Firemajic. Very cool.

  6. #16
    Thank you Mesafalcon and Kaminoshiyo... I appreciate the fabulous comments...
    She lost herself in the trees,
    among the ever-changing leaves.
    She wept beneath the wild sky
    as stars told stories of ancient times.
    The flowers grew toward her light,
    the river called her name at night.
    She could not live an ordinary life,
    with the mysteries of the universe
    hidden in her eyes....
    Author: Christy Ann Martine

    Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
    love leaves a memory no one can steal....
    Author unknown.

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