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The New Birth of The Family of Words

We were born to dispel those things which cause us to stray from the greater graces
And the freedoms of the holy resurrection of the family of words,
We were born to caress these sparkling gems, these restive written refrains,

( . . . Word family holds us in and seals us! )

Eminent. Just. The hand graces holy parchment gliding freely o'er it's face in the name
Of soft governing and our need to sit alone in the dark and write to appease the gods,
We lend an ear to the air to hear what little it is there, these gems our calm masters share,

Words are the dry blood-meal for hungry, snapping dogs, bleeding, hidden away from the day,
Waiting, waiting to drag us into the cold, vacuous, damp caves of those strays found sleeping,
While outside in the tree tops far from the caves, birds in the early morning of their sadness weep,

Written verse in the stomach of a book, ancient leaning concepts meant to prevail, we duly elect
Criers of the simple - made real, and we spark adversity in all things living and we hail,
That which makes us grow in the tender semblances of holy, meaningful night,

( . . . For meaningful night and the new birth of the family of words remain our only hope. )

Thom Douglas Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland


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Even if dollars mattered such
that there be on offer a ransom
a googol dollars worth,
it would be only ... unjust

For in the place of a single word
from the nib of your quill;
I'd stay my fist tightly clenched
My head i'd make to starboard tilt
So my ears are rendered extraordinarily poised.
Balanced on the keel, overcome by rapture
As breath prayers are intoned
by the motion of my lips while they recite:
Blessed are we that Thou fortune mingles here.
There be only One, One Oh One tom my boy
A Mighty fine poet at that

Wow, Dread,

That was absolutely deep my good, fine warrior friend. And I always realize you're just that deep. Your previous throws were very much the same. I miss your work, Dread. And if I were across the pond in a pub with ye right now I'd reach out and shake your hand. It's good knowing ye, Dread. I'd be proud.

Thank ye,

tommo / Ireland

Whew!:)

both are profound
elusive in my non-grasping mind
faint echoes of not-so-distant prose
tinged..yes tinged of unspoken words

Magnificent, all of the above.

Big Joe, ( joethebricky, )

Thank ye so much. I'm glad this piece hit ye roundly, softly in the emotional gut, Big Joe. For this piece was meant to do so. It was meant to trip us all onto those deeper scales, that we be caught up momentarily, weighing out the lengths and depths of our own personal modern, common understandings of the written word - immemorial. The game. The word game.

Wordplay, Big Joesph, wordplay!!

Thank ye my friend,

Thom Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland

Thom Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland.

From the desk of the Author: Below, please find a written bit of casual praise in reference to my, " The New Birth of The Family of Words " which was recently placed inside the cool body of a poetry forum here nearby and online. After reading I found this poetic refrain rather interesting . Interesting and unique. And I thank this gentleman.

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Even if dollars mattered such
that there be on offer a ransom
a googol dollars worth,
it would be only ... unjust
For in the place of a single word
from the nib of your quill;
I'd stay my fist tightly clenched
My head i'd make to starboard tilt
So my ears are rendered extraordinarily poised.
Balanced on the keel, overcome by rapture
As breath prayers are intoned
by the motion of my lips while they recite:
Blessed are we that Thou fortune mingles here.
There be only One, One, Oh One, tommy boy
A Mighty fine poet at that.
From The Desk of Writer/Poet, Dreadaye - Great Britain.
Mingle2 Poetry Forum

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Author's Note:

I've included this comment piece on my Facebook page directing it's content to the Public - at large. As for the writer/poet, Dreadeye, I can only say that I am humbled.

tommy boy / Ireland

chronicliar75,

Thank ye so much for your valued words of encouragement. Your comment shows depth and also an ability to write - of your own hand, uniquely. Ye are very poetically inspired. Keep up the effort. Please us!

Thank ye and be well, chronicliar75,

Thom Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland

Every time you post, this place becomes the indefinite and probably
The new birth of the family of words. It was a valuable, unique read, Sir!

Thank you for your work.

Be well too:)

Stay expressive and poignant Sir..
To watch you,
Immonrtalized our
Contemporary Age,
albeit,brisk, reserved or stirring,
is a privilege..

the pleasure is all mine:)

lu_rosemary,

Thank ye, lu_. Over time and while here in this thin theater I've read many comments, but none as appealing as yours. And for this please do allow that I extend ye my deepest warmth. You've done well by me.

Thank ye my friend,

tommo / Ireland

chronicliar75,

Yes, I very much enjoyed reading that poetic fling in our last conversation. I read it and thought, " My, she's got real talent. "

No doubt about it, chronicliar75, ye need to continue on. I see goodness here.

Thank ye, chronicliar75,

tommo / Ireland

lol.

compliments like that coming from an esteemed and admired legend like you sir, knocks out all the modesty in me..lol..

i'll always be an avid fan:)

Tommyboy,

You are most Welcome. The indefinite word/words used in your poem takes me back in time.

In a different, Era, to where words such as "clasique and classy" had a completely different meaning. To (Poetry) back then- more value, I think.

Looking back to old society and the new society I clearly see the "change" today.

And most important word: everlasting "family" because The family is the only one who can "holds us in and seals us forever"

Sincerely,

lu_rosemary

lu_rosemary,

Nicely put my friend.

tommy boy moran / Ireland