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| A longing for your gentle touch --
She's wistfully awating
Succor her
doting, stay her woping,
Enamored, lovesome resting
Anxious longing for elsewhen --
Burry your sinful loathing
Avert your
hoping, restore apathing --
Unbent but disconcerting
#41
Peter Penn | | |
| Dark and calling, inward falling,
Endless mauling, fiercly brawling,
All its squalling is enthralling,
Confined within its own cell walling
Infinite and yet withdrawing
All in all it seems appalling
The mere suggestion,
at best is awing
And I relate to you, oh star,
No matter how small and dark you are
And someday you shall burst into
A thousand million flames --
But, when I die, I'll turn to dust,
And as a grain remain.
Black Hole
Peter Penn
I wish it hadn't been so long. A lot of changes have been going
on in my life. I have received a good many of my past poems, but
I am still missing a couple. Please if you still have anything
left over, could you email it to me? Thank you for the support. - Peter
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| Dearest Readers,
About a month ago my xanga was stolen--I'm sure you noticed the sudden change in styles--so I have decided to create a new one. If this kind of activity continues, I may have to find another home for my poetry outside of xanga, but I have enjoyed my xanga so I'm going to try to stay. At the moment, I am just working to get this site up and running so I can post some of what I've written during this down-time. I have appreciated your support during this. Please cancel your subscriptions to my old xanga and subscribe to this one if you'd like.
P.S. Unfortunately I didn't have backups of my poems when my xanga was stolen and some were deleted, so if you happen to have a copy of anything above #22 (including the one about the Jailer) could you please email it to me? I would love to have those back. With Much Gratitude,
Peter Penn | | |
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