Posts by compound complex

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The Sadness of the Poet

by compound complex in

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i feel a sadness so deep that friends wonder why my art and my blinds remain undrawn.. gone is the muse who promised me solacewhile guys played ball and climbed tall trees.. a blank canvas before me says, "here's your life, where has it gone?".

is it too late to become what imight have become .

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compound complex

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The Sadness of the Poet

by compound complex in

jw
friends

i feel a sadness so deep that friends wonder why my art and my blinds remain undrawn.. gone is the muse who promised me solacewhile guys played ball and climbed tall trees.. a blank canvas before me says, "here's your life, where has it gone?".

is it too late to become what imight have become .

.

compound complex

Revision:

I FEEL A SADNESS so deep, yet friends wonder
why both my art and drapes remain undrawn.

Long gone the muse who promised me solace
while guys played ball and climbed tall trees.

A blank canvas before me demands:
"Here's your life! Where's it gone?"

'Tis far too late to be what I
could have been . . .

24

The Sadness of the Poet

by compound complex in

jw
friends

i feel a sadness so deep that friends wonder why my art and my blinds remain undrawn.. gone is the muse who promised me solacewhile guys played ball and climbed tall trees.. a blank canvas before me says, "here's your life, where has it gone?".

is it too late to become what imight have become .

.

compound complex

Thank you, Village Idiot.

I was paraphrasing that wonderful George Eliot quotation. I relate totally to the mixed emotions engendered by those sentiments.

Interesting that a thread I started last night (but wouldn't process) is now here, as of some 40 minutes ago!

Blessings and peace . . .

24

The Sadness of the Poet

by compound complex in

jw
friends

i feel a sadness so deep that friends wonder why my art and my blinds remain undrawn.. gone is the muse who promised me solacewhile guys played ball and climbed tall trees.. a blank canvas before me says, "here's your life, where has it gone?".

is it too late to become what imight have become .

.

compound complex

I Feel a Sadness so deep that friends wonder
why my art and my blinds remain undrawn.

Gone is the muse who promised me solace
while guys played ball and climbed tall trees.

A blank canvas before me says,
"Here's your life, where has it gone?"

Is it too late to become what I
might have become . . .

10

You Have Left Me

by compound complex in

jw
friends

you have left me.. .

it may as well be the moon where you have taken up residence.. .

i gaze upon beauty supernal -- heaven's vault -- and imagine you there, on the moon, a speck upon the bright and glassy plate of a night sky.

compound complex

Thank you, The Rebel:

Profound thoughts. yours.

Input from others is so needed, even insofar as helping the poet delve deeper into recesses (presently unknown to him) that have already opened up to his readers. I am grateful.

Since my photos are too large and reducing them has proved ineffective, I posted Branwell Bronte -- truly, a sad poet -- as my avatar. He has proven himself an inspiration to me: the tormented, diminutive redhead.

So very much me . . .

Blessings, Friend.

10

You Have Left Me

by compound complex in

jw
friends

you have left me.. .

it may as well be the moon where you have taken up residence.. .

i gaze upon beauty supernal -- heaven's vault -- and imagine you there, on the moon, a speck upon the bright and glassy plate of a night sky.

compound complex

I FEEL A SADNESS so deep that friends wonder
why both art and blinds remain undrawn.

Long gone the muse who promised me solace
while guys played ball and climbed tall trees.

A blank canvas before me demands,
"Here's your life; where's it gone?"

'Tis far too late to be what I
might have been . . .

-- THE SAD POET

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In memory of a lost doctrine - the vindication of Jehovah's name

by slimboyfat in

i start this thread in response to a comment by a jw apologist called simonsays on another thread.

he claimed to have read all three volumes of vindication by rutherford (my sympathy if true).

he further implied that it didn't matter that old jw literature said wrong and stupid things, saying:.

compound complex

Karl Klein, my friend, was a slightly high-strung but affable chap. We traveled around NY and visited KHs on Sundays and gave a musical program of cello and piano duets. Too, his cello was strung highly.

Those were different times . . .

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Just a reminder about voting

by Simon in

there appear to be some people who are of the mistaken opinion that endlessly clicking the like or dislike button 20x will mean 20x votes.. it doesn't !!!.

only one vote is ever counted.

1 user, 1 vote, each post.