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Posted by rogano on July 6, 2008, 7:05 am || Total Votes: 4
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This poem is around a man.He is sick of his past relationships and why they all went wrong. Now just after a latest split he is realy fed up with it all. Left with nothing but pictures, he decides to burn them and make a fresh start. he is sitting alone at the fire and whilst rathter drunk with the brandy he begins , "Burning Pictures".
Burning Pictures
Deja-vu from a flickering flame
Turning to ashes as memories the same
Dancing to heat in a moonlight frame
Too slow this waltz when flames are tame
So juggle the logs to see them whip
The images scorching from every nip
Dance little devils in flames they dip
Amuses my pain with the brandy I sip
These bleak moments I played a charade
Used and shown on every parade
Memoirs of life in frames trans gazed
Singes the strings of the puppets facade
Whilst crinkling under this fiery haze
These celluloid images of by gone days
Comforts the thoughts of changing ones ways
Fires the music as the orchestra plays
Calm in ones moment to play this ensemble
Comfortable to stare from every angle
Renaissance from wasted life's fandangle
Watching as pictures twist and mangle
Come whisper to me in painful solace
Your echoing empty from lifelong malice
As I sip this brandy from your silver chalice
Where cigar smoke dissolves in erodes palace
Burn with blame in youthful squandering
Looking on futures prodding and pondering
Don't look behind in hopeless wandering
The doors are locked to past times floundering
Robert Anderson 04 / 07 / 2008
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Comment by John73 on August 29, 2008, 5:26 pm
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great poem mate ,very origional
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Comment by Moon on July 31, 2008, 9:38 am
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G,day bobby,
My wife loves this
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one can almost see himself standing back in the distance, and watching, as all the past memories just melt away.
very nicely written.
Sherry
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