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#1 Sep 1 - 2PM
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had to share

The Masked Man

By Lynn S.

Who was that masked man who offered relief?
I thought him a hero. He turned out a thief.
I gave him my heart. He took so much more.
He offered me hope, and then closed the door.

He made the right moves. He said the right things.
He said I could fly, and then clipped my wings.
I gave him my trust, and thought he was true.
The mask that he wore, I couldn't see through.

One night the mask slipped. I feared what I saw.
The evil beneath was naked and raw.
His eyes became black, his countenance cold,
Consumed by a rage, unyielding and old.

His cape covered secrets, he turned from the light.
His words became weapons, his arrows of might.
I changed in that moment. I just could not see
How I'd been so blind. Was it after all, me?

Had I been so wrong? Had nothing been real?
But I couldn't have known that he couldn't feel.
Who was that masked man who played on my need?
A liar, a robber, he's Lucifer's seed.

© 2003Children, especially attractive, well bred young ladies, should never talk to strangers, for if they should do so, they may well provide dinner for a wolf. I say "wolf," but there are various kinds of wolves. There are also those who are charming, quiet, polite, unassuming, complacent, and sweet, who pursue young women at home and in the streets. And unfortunately, it is these gentle wolves who are the most dangerous ones of all."

by Charles Perrault

Sep 1 - 8PM
James (not verified)
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Thanks again for sharing.

Thanks cynthia for sharing your poetry. I remember in the beginning when I started writing my poetry it allow me to write my grief and hate out of my soul. I kept all of it and sometimes read them and put on finishing touches. But I notice after my 3 years after the break with the ex, my poetry started to change. I wanted too write things of beauty and love, not grief and hate. I like to share this one for who knows maybe I will find her someday? James P Sad eyes One day I meet this woman So sexy and sweet this woman she be with a smile so sweet and hair so neat With hair so red but also so wild That I did go on to greet her with a smile Hello I said! To this woman so nice and sweet Tell me please will you tell me being so sexy and sweet why are your eyes so sad when we meet? So this woman with red hair like fire Tells me her tale so filled with sorrow a tale that hits my heart like a arrow begging me to swipe away her sorrow knowing that no woman so sexy and sweet should have eyes that are so full of tears and sorrow So I tell her this woman with hair like fire but also so wild That I too had eyes of tears and sorrow In my tale do I tell this woman with hair so wild That with understanding, compassion, love and hope There can always be a better tomorrow So I beg her goodbye Least until tomorrow Unable to forget about her for awhile A woman so sexy and so sweet With hair so red and so wild That I can’t forget her not now or even tomorrow.
Sep 2 - 7AM (Reply to #2)
Marie
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James and Cynthia

Thanks for posting these!