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Chess
I play the pawn
In your game of chess
While perched upon your throne
You observe this mess
I stumbled on your board
Now lingered with stress
I was blinded by your passion
To my sweet caress
The goal at hand;
Was my heart, to impress
So toyed emotions
Are Mine to distress
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Comment by: roy - 2006-08-08 06:29
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| once in a while it is nice to hear he use of rhyme, this is one of those time, great play of words, and analogies...nice work, Sonia |
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intresting piece. it is very metaphor heavy, the entire theme rather is a metaphor, which is a good and effective dynamic. I like the play on words, it has good rhythm and flow also.
thanks for the read. |
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| I always love poems that rhyme, and yours does so elegantly with masses of description in very few lines. |
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Comment by: - 2006-05-14 14:29
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| Well said in few words. |
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| I love this post. I think it puts me in a place where I've made a couple of mistakes in the name of lust and it speaks clearly to the confusion that follows. |
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