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(1943 / South Galway, Ireland.)

Always Eighteen

The clearness of a dream
I had in bed last night
Has dimmed at dawn-
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  • Charles Monroe (10/29/2013 1:45:00 PM)

    'Top One-Hundred Poets Club'
    Out of Thousands and thousands of Poems online
    Mine was number sixty-five.
    Poet with a Thousand Kills
    But with weak promotion skills.
    Poem Hunters lose their way
    And, at times, become the prey
    All is fair in War and Love
    Top One-Hundred Poets Club.
    All contestants orchestrated
    Or perhaps they're all related
    Smiling proud with Pen in Hand
    We remain the Underrated.
    It will take a thousand Poets
    Just to help you stay afloat
    But nothing beats the satisfaction
    To receive an honest Vote.
    Poem Hunts the lamest Ducks
    I Searched You a thousand bucks
    Poison Ink reigns from above
    Top One-hundred Poets Club

    P.X

    #65 Charles Monroe


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  • Dipy Hermonite (10/20/2013 2:17:00 PM)

    A nice write. Have cast my vote

  • Susan Lacovara (10/20/2013 12:34:00 AM)

    I have indeed voted for your lovely poem...sometimes the bittersweet return, of a lover, lost, even if only in a fleeting dream, is enough to make the heart dance again...as if 18...and unaware of the long life road ahead...beautifully expressed. I now take your words, with me, and drift towards sleep...in search of my lost love. Goodnight and PEACE

  • Tom Bannon (10/19/2013 2:54:00 PM)

    Fantastic piece - Love the dialogue in the poem and another lovely memory put down beautifully in verse

  • Jim Larkin (10/19/2013 10:10:00 AM)

    Awesome poetry Matt. I love it. Very touching. Keep writing such great poetry. A+++++++++

  • Karin Joyce (10/19/2013 9:00:00 AM)

    The tender memories of youth. Powerful. As lovely as I left her at her father's hearth. Soars your heart back in time. Well done. Best of luck.

  • Bri Edwards (10/12/2013 10:11:00 PM)

    i especially enjoyed the following lines:

    slept she crept:
    Always eighteen.

    That was the only thing she said
    As with the dream she left my bed.

    besides enjoying the rhymes, i found your lines very picturesque.
    thanks for sharing. i give it an excellent, which i don't give easily. in fact if i wait too long to vote i may drop it a notch. na.

  • Kanav Justa (12/29/2012 4:02:00 AM)

    It touched my heart straight away..... awsum writee

  • Rekha Mandagere (2/8/2011 11:22:00 PM)

    The thought 'Love's Labour- is never- Lost' is highly moving one towards deep faith in life.it is a great gift to all of us.

  • Gayle Sweeney (1/7/2011 7:36:00 AM)

    A very wonderful, moving poem. always eighteen, yes that is where i want to be and love's labor never lost is a beautiful beautiful thought to hold onto forever. gayle

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