Ode to Tenderpoison

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    Ode to Tenderpoison

    My blood runs hot, my pulse now quickened,
     no offence intended, 
    all lovers mine and yet to meet,
     will never quite be mended.
    For now I've read you,
    I know you're there,
     of beauty which I was unaware,
     and though I only speak your name,
     love will never be the same.

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    Artie commented on Ode to Tenderpoison

    11-29-2009

    It seems we share a common interest- she is one of my favorites as well 10
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    captaininsight

    11/29/2009

    Quite exceptional indeed. Guess we should start a fan club! Again thank you for your read.

    cmlestrade commented on Ode to Tenderpoison

    09-23-2009

    Loving the work of tenderpoison I truly loved this. For me she is a poet who will really reveals herself down to the depths and when she rights of pain and betrayal i actually feel it myself.
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    captaininsight

    09/28/2009

    Yes she is indeed, phenomimal writing

    tenderpoison commented on Ode to Tenderpoison

    07-20-2009

    I appreciate the revised first line :)....and am honored by your tribute...friends in poetryland....indeed capitan
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    captaininsight

    07/21/2009

    write , write and re-write , that's what they say. Thanks for excusing my indiscretion

    connsk8 commented on Ode to Tenderpoison

    07-18-2009

    I think she is most deserving of this and those of us who love her through the beauty of her poetry and her person like to refer to her as "Tender",,,I hope she has been informed of this most beautiful ode to herself...
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    captaininsight

    07/20/2009

    Thank you connsk8. I hope Tender likes it too,don't know if she's read it though.

    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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