Not Long Left

Rookie (17.05.1981 / The Molten Core)

Not Long Left Poems

361. Born From A Bottle 11/30/2005
362. On Certain Summer Nights, 3/14/2006
363. Watching Pigeons Make Love. 3/28/2006
364. Reflecting Back On The Night The Call Came. (In Memory Of Margaret) 3/9/2006
365. A Bitter Taste Of Irony (For........) 3/9/2006
366. How You Felt 12/14/2005
367. The Guilty Poet 12/14/2005
368. Finding Freedom Within A Black Black Night 12/16/2005
369. The Departure In The Woods. 3/29/2006
370. Not All Poets Are Nice People 4/11/2006
371. Love Revealed 4/3/2006
372. The Wrist - Poems Of The Body 4/11/2006
373. Neglecting My Eden To Conceal The Scum 4/11/2006
374. Fred The Fox And His Fruity Fetish 4/11/2006
375. .the Circle Of Discontent 5/28/2006
376. .the Tragedy At The Summer Music Concert 6/20/2006
377. If There Is A Letter Box In Heaven 10/29/2006
378. The Mating Game, Observed At Barking Station 10/26/2006
379. The Trains 1/5/2006
380. .sam, Sam,5am 5/18/2006
381. A Mortgae, Kids And We Hadn'T Even Kissed 5/9/2006
382. Into The Lions Den 10/7/2006
383. The One That Got Away 5/22/2006
384. King Of The Jungle, Servant Of The Town 10/2/2006
385. Looking Through An Old Poetry Journal 5/19/2006
386. On The Hill, Above The Lake 6/5/2006
387. Regardless Of How They Are Recieved They Never Lose Their Meaning 6/7/2006
388. Pictures On The Piano 5/24/2006
389. On The First Thoughts Of The Day 5/25/2006
390. For My Father (If Only Words Could Reconcile) 6/18/2006
391. It Would Be Funny If It Was Not So Serious 6/18/2006
392. Attempted Star Gazing In The City 6/18/2006
393. Affections 9/4/2006
394. Challenging Change 9/3/2006
395. The Drunk And The Pigeon 7/12/2006
396. Love, Hate And Oblivion 9/2/2006
397. Even The Moon Is Not Immune 7/10/2006
398. Emily Aint No Whore 7/9/2006
399. In A Graveyard Of Those Who Died Long Ago 7/9/2006
400. Flower If Only I Could Satisfy Your Thirst 7/8/2006

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.


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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

Wishing Well

a penny falls,
into the water of fortune,
a wish whispered,
under the light of the moon,
the silver shimmers
and shines,
innocent hope

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