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Barefoot in Babylon
by Wayne Thomas (Age: 58)
copyright 06-07-2004


Age Rating: 13 to 127

 
Empty words in lines unrhyming
slowly ascend the skies
of all too summery afternoon.
Beneath my burning screaming feet
the brittle sands and glassy stares
of forgotten yesterdays.
The kings have long since
turned to dust,
names and dynasties unknown.
And I, alone, sing empty words
to empty skies,
alone in lonely lands.


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12-07-2007 Mary -BrytEyz- Ball    

Comments not yet completely formed
racing circles in my mind.
Questions still unanswered
tugging incessantly
just beyond consciousness' reach.

Two by two they entered,
each by their make,
each to their kind.
Yet something
left a footprint on my memory,
something to remember,
something to keep.

A light, a glimmer,
an echo of something I once heard,
once upon a time,
in a land so far far...
not that far away.

For by no means
will this generation pass,
the present, the future, the past
all neatly wrapped
in one sheep like class
an honest, humble, hungry heard,
where righteousness will dwell
where hunger's lost, Peace reigns,
and no one can take Paradise away!
05-20-2005 Anthony Lane Stahlhut    

That feeling is a good one at times. I wish sometimes it was quiet and no one was around, But then I do love good company too! Thanks, Anthony
06-25-2004 Nancy Pawley    

What a picture of loneliness your poem presents, Wayne. The reader can feel the desert's hot sun beating down, while reciting words that the wind carries away. Fantastic write.
Nancy
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