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Five Dollars A Head

by Walter Jones (Age: 67)
copyright 09-25-2007


Age Rating: 13 +


It was in the day of pauper and lover who ran away
and as true as the love they shared
no one cared


As doors give a window a see in personal request of thee

lovers we are the ones
run with the freedom
die in the sun

as tribute lies in the clouds of another who is proud we see

kiss all the ropes of time as they weave
lovers who try but deceive
swans give and die

as rainbows and steams lead the way to say and giving free

wine of the virtue child of the day
rivers of hope some into clay
faith comes to stay

as soft as the velvet of heart on a deer only the lovers can leap

grass in the meadow under the tree
want of next kiss in we
ever the golden key
love will be

as days and bright lights call in a vestige or a hall sleep with me

spring of the after jump of the trout
love the lips special the pout
night sings birds about

as never will be a tribute to the love only angels can key

night sings birds about
love the lips special the pout
spring of the after jump of the trout

as days and bright lights call in a vestige or a hall sleep with me

love will be
ever the golden key
want of next kiss in we
grass in the meadow under the tree

as soft as the velvet of heart on a deer only the lovers can leap

faith comes to stay
rivers of hope some into clay
wine of the virtue child of the day

as rainbows and steams lead the way to say and giving free

swans give and die
lovers who try but deceive
kiss all the ropes of time as they weave

as tribute lies in the clouds of another who is proud we see

die in the sun
run with the freedom
lovers we are the ones

As doors give a window a see in personal request of thee

They took their children and hung them there
for the owners of body and soul cared
five dollars a head






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        10-01-2007     Tiffany Forster        

I...wow. This was so full images and symbols, like Frank said, but I have to say my favorite part was the format. I love that hourglass format, it is something that really makes you focus on the poem and the content after you realize what is going on.
I can't say that I fully understand this poem and what it is about, but I can say that it is enjoyable to read. And the images of nature and angels that you present reminds me of 'Omnia vincit Amor' by Carracci. Slightly random, but it does.
*leaves a gold paper crane behind*
<3

        09-26-2007     Frank Fields        

So many symbols. So many images. So many half-awakened dreams and thoughts. The most subtle play of construction as an hourglass is seen, the repetition of each line reminds of the sands of time, the finality to every thing in a cyclical way bringing thoughts of at least infinity, perhaps order in a chaotic universe, at least certainly one in which dark things are there at five dollars a head. Let everyone who reads this be very careful, lest they are caught in the wordsmith's words and taken down a journey of your their delight. Or not.

Is more than excellent!



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