and here we are

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    • marxred
    • Just completed my new collection of poems, "Time Machine", a collections of Rock Ballads to set your own music to.

    and here we are

     and here we are
    stars in the universal life
    letters on letters
    on letters of pages
    contained in historical truth

    on the habits of love
    that rain on the windows
    that look down on streets
    filled with aisles and alleyways

    where walk all the musical dreams
    and here we are
    here we are

    sometimes prophets
    sometimes poets
    but most times just proper
    and innocent human beings
    filled with anger or dudley do-right
    emotions and reflexes dancing
    on tightropes without glasses
    roses clenched in our teeth

    we are the people
    lonely triumphant
    once burnt once singed
    but still smelling good

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    SavVySam commented on and here we are

    02-04-2010

    Pretty profound my proper poet pal! I liked this one from the first stanza...you grab the audience and hold court until you are finished! Dennis you are always fresh, always cool ~Always Sam
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    marxred

    02/05/2010

    thank you for the comment and the alliteration savvysam...lol. so glad you like it. this one just carried me along....surprised me that it turned out rather positive, had the blues when writing it. thanks again.

    ginga commented on and here we are

    01-04-2010

    ahhh a pure poem of humanity and their need to survive and triumph. The upbeat style reigns in the reader lending fanfare and regalia in a celebratory style. giinga
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    marxred

    01/07/2010

    thank you ginga....."and here we are" is somewhat a rant on human survival. lol.

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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