Not Long Left

Rookie (17.05.1981 / The Molten Core)

Not Long Left Poems

361. At Morcambe Bay Bandstand 6/5/2006
362. Read Then Bury 5/17/2006
363. .sam, Sam,5am 5/18/2006
364. A Market Place Just After Midnight 5/19/2006
365. Looking Through An Old Poetry Journal 5/19/2006
366. On The Hill, Above The Lake 6/5/2006
367. Regardless Of How They Are Recieved They Never Lose Their Meaning 6/7/2006
368. Stranger's Shadows 6/8/2006
369. Reppressed Thoughts On Poem Hunter (Released Through A Gin Or Two) 6/14/2006
370. The Diary Of A Hypersensitive Drunk 6/17/2006
371. It Would Be Funny If It Was Not So Serious 6/18/2006
372. Attempted Star Gazing In The City 6/18/2006
373. The Lonely Seek Solace On The Streets Below 6/18/2006
374. For My Father (If Only Words Could Reconcile) 6/18/2006
375. The Cliff That Shadows The City 6/19/2006
376. Welcome Home 6/19/2006
377. .the Tragedy At The Summer Music Concert 6/20/2006
378. What Would Your Mother Say 6/20/2006
379. A Despairing Poet Caught In The Fun Of Summer 6/20/2006
380. Death Of An Uncle And The Melted Lego Man 6/21/2006
381. The You's You Leave Behind 10/21/2006
382. 1. The You's You Leave Behind 10/21/2006
383. The Mating Game, Observed At Barking Station 10/26/2006
384. The Mating Game 10/26/2006
385. October Tears 10/27/2006
386. An Old Man Laments 10/27/2006
387. A Twisted Family Tree 10/27/2006
388. ....An Old Man Laments 10/28/2006
389. Imagining Monroe Each Monday Morning 10/29/2006
390. For Jake The Boy Who Sniffed Glue 10/29/2006
391. For The Boy Who Ate And Ate (A Sickly Sweet Love Story) 10/29/2006
392. If There Is A Letter Box In Heaven 10/29/2006
393. Under A High Rise Flat A Light Turned Itself On 10/29/2006
394. For The Boy Who Had A Hole To Fill (A Sickly Sweet Love Story) 10/31/2006
395. 16. Sam, Sam 5am 11/1/2006
396. Onboard The 7.55 11/2/2006
397. ........Reminiscing Autumn Love 11/2/2006
398. 14. Do Not Judge Me On The Entrance 11/11/2006
399. An Alternate View 11/11/2006
400. Black And White Wishes 11/14/2006

Comments about Not Long Left

  • Amanda Lukas (6/8/2006 4:05:00 PM)

    Vincent, I must admit that I have recently been skimming through the authors on the new poems list rather than titles. That being said, I've found that your name is one that always sticks out and promises a great read.

    It's a pleasure to read you.

    Amanda

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  • Mike Finley (4/25/2006 7:57:00 AM)

    There is a persistent melancholy in your work, Vincent. Siometimes it has a sweetness, and sometimes it seems to be something you are gunning for - a self-punishment perhaps.

    My prayer for you is to take your talent, which is considerable, and to reroute it toward less destructive, less self-pitying.

    The mind of a poet is a thicket of tares, but the world is bright and bountiful. Take a walk outside, and open your heart to the possibilities.

  • Michele Kostelnik Parrillo (3/8/2006 11:38:00 PM)

    This poem about the bird that dies in the grass is so so sad. I did cry. When I was young, oh so young, I buried a frozen cat in my back yard. What a poem. I must say you have got it Vincent. Oh yes, it was beautiful also - in death there is beauty. The feather.... michele kostelnik

  • Gina Onyemaechi (1/30/2006 8:15:00 AM)

    If his date of birth didn't show, you'd think he was twice his actual age. He has overwhelming, mature talent.

  • Joy Vanderhelm (1/2/2006 4:35:00 PM)

    I'm glad you posted on the forum because then I might have wasted more time hunting for someone with even a smidgen of your ability. You write like I dream, with force, power and emotion that could fill a room.
    Warm regards, Joy

  • john tiong chunghoo john tiong chunghoo (1/1/2006 1:52:00 AM)

    some of his poems are great stuff.

Best Poem of Not Long Left

The Moon, The Sun, The Sea, The Rain, And The Wind

The moon still shines like that of ages old,
holding distant secrets like a tale yet to be told,
The sun in all its blinding beauty continues to lend us its rays,
enriching us with memories of those blisfull youthspent days.

The sea still massages the sandy golden shores,
passing from the sea gods ever open jaws.
The rain still travels from open blue skys,
showering the land as the sky god cries.

The wind whispers words of both hope and depair,
in hope it strokes the heads of ours so very fair,
The moon and the sun and the sea the rain and the wind,...

Read the full of The Moon, The Sun, The Sea, The Rain, And The Wind

A Rest From Writing

Not one word is worth
the birth upon the paper.
Not one line feels fine
like a quick fix i split,
my mind in two.
A new neat petite,
poem owing all
to life and its lessons.
Time has caught

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