Lucas Lingerfelt
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Like lightning’s flash
Or a melodies single, quick ending note
Art’s true beauty last’s but a minute
Then disappears behind a silencing, counseling cloak
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It seems to me like a dream
In a different worlds different scheme
But all the same they speak to me
They tell of the things my eyes wish to see
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Bright as the sun, white as the moon
Bathed in light she will happily swoon
A long graceful neck; wings pure as snow
She dances on water performing her show
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He walks in darkness; the shadows of earth
Who anticipates death; and cherishes birth
He looms over us all; all of our lives
He who is a wielder of all deaths knives
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Somewhere in a broken heart
Is a broken Creature
Who will live its life apart
For its now broken feature
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There are times when we may find ourselves lost
Like poor Alice who in Wonderland fell
We find ourselves in front of dark doors tossed
And search for an unfound key to avail
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As a graceful angels tune,
Or a sirens’ enchanting song
From the latest late to the soonest soon
His notes ring all day long
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Lucas Lingerfelt Biography
I wrote 'My Memory an Me' when I started to take an interest in reading. So the poem is actually about my passion for books if you didn't catch the inference. I also wrote 'What Is Art' around the same time. I wrote it because I took and interest in sculpture (and of course made a sculpture) and found that the longer I looked at my peice of art the less beautiful it seemed. I wrote 'The Swan' because my granmother loves swans and she's very special to me. 'The Mocking Bird' is the poem that people seem to like most. I guess some people may think 'Wow this dude seriously has a thing for birds.' but I don't; just a coinsident. I wasn't really going to post anyhitng, I was just going to let my poems speak for me, but more people look at my profile than my poems so I figured I would write something people would read. Read my poems and don't forget to rate them and comment on them. I need your input! -Lucas)
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What Is Art
Like lightning’s flash
Or a melodies single, quick ending note
Art’s true beauty last’s but a minute
Then disappears behind a silencing, counseling cloak
Of either darkness, or light, or silence
A lights flash, a song, a shadow, ends
Sound, whistling are beautiful for a short second
Until arts true form lessens, and disappears
The true secret of art is to make something that fades
But you know that through the eye’s of the beholder
It was a master piece
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4/24/2024 8:59:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice attempt. I agree with Crimson. May God bless you to compose magnificent poem.