06-04-2007, 05:56 PM
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The Poet and the Critic
"What's in the words," the critic asked,
"That makes one read the rhyme,
To ponder greatly through each page,
To savor every line?"
"What make the verse intriguing so,
And catching to the eye?
What tugging force pulls many hearts,
And makes the reader cry?"
"What's in the words," the poet cried,
"That is felt from within?"
The thoughts and dreams, the in-betweens
Expelling through his pen.
"Each verse that's read will grab your soul,
And take you high or low;
To laugh or cry, a smile or sigh
Emotions from you flow."
"If you've not felt the tugging force,"
The poet spoke to him,
"If truth be known to safely say
That you've never read them.
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Forestdawn
Goddess of the green grove.
Honor the old ones in deed and name
let love and light be our guides again.
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