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The Queen Of Poetry

The Queen Of Poetry

Feebly, she climbed the garden stairs
Leaving her breathless as she turned to compare
The sullen thought that suddenly arose
Like a full-blown, blood red, diamond rose
That she had left at the base of the aged stairs
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She grimaced, why would anyone frighten a feeble soul
A poet, weak with the myths and legends of old
Enunciating a gentler speak to intimidate
Those who would listen to her senility berate
The chartreuse literary minds plotting for her gold
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Yet in her finest moments of churchyard clarity
She would climb the garden stairs so easily
And recite pure beauty to the fairiesΒ and bumblebees
So enticing were her words that shadow men hid in the trees
Recording her poetic philosophy for the golden ages posterity
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Feebly, she climbed the library stairs of Alexandria
Where the light from her face collected a life-long panacea
Allowing her the youth of her life's work momentarily
She turned and spoke to the bookshelves of her life's originality
And she smiled at the stairs where she burst into a flame of quiet conviviality.....

Tony Taylor
* a work in progress

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Susan Chetcuti

I enjoyed reading this delightful piece Tony. it's quiet enchanting.

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Tony Taylor

Hey SUSAN!!...thanx so much for reading!!...... It's very much appreciated dear poet sister!!........ smiles........T xo

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Dean Kuch

This is an awesome poem, Tony!
Mystical, magical, and dripping with fantasy.
Loved this!!!
~Dean βš”οΈ
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Tony Taylor

Hello DEAN!!.....thanx so much for reading......I appreciate the support my friend!!........ Kings to you!!....... smiles.......T xo

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John DeFoore Jr

Read in awe of your word mastery. fluid and musical.
well written my friend.
John

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Tony Taylor

Hey Big JOHN!!..... I've been diggin' your stuff a lot lately as well!!.......Thanx for this my friend!!........T xo

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Tony Taylor

Thanx SO much DARKLY!!..... always a pleasure my friend!!...... smiles.......T xo

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Richard Waters

Yet another example of creative orchestration to get the most possible out of an interesting topic using the full array of this mediums tools and devices.The development of this intellectual project focuses highly on deep transitions from theory to reality giving bent to emotional attachment and conversational requirement i.e stimulating thought and discussion. Your reservations and inhibitions are forgotten as you explore each avenue to create a lasting opinion. Thank you for the incisive methods employed to maximize intensity of response.
Take care, my friend.
The best to you, always.Β  :)

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Tony Taylor

Dear SIR WATERS!!...... you're so amazing my friend!!...... this is one the best reviews of a poem I have ever read!!....I don't know what I've done to merit such fantastic attention to detail..... but......I LOVE IT!!...... thank you so much dear poet brother!!........ Kings to you!!......... later........T xo

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