Not Long Left

Rookie (17.05.1981 / The Molten Core)

Not Long Left Poems

441. ....Clear Skies 9/1/2006
442. Daisy Chain Alley 7/20/2006
443. A Letter Without The Dear 8/2/2006
444. Welcome Home Stranger 6/22/2006
445. A Difficult Day On The Streets Of No End 11/5/2005
446. Before I Found The Internet 11/7/2005
447. .scarecrows Of Light 5/22/2006
448. In The Gutters Of Love Street I Crawl 5/23/2006
449. Sunday Smile 5/28/2006
450. At Morcambe Bay Bandstand 6/5/2006
451. What Would Your Mother Say 6/20/2006
452. To Sit And Think Of Nothing 4/21/2006
453. Replacement 4/21/2006
454. It Is Midnight Because It Has To Be 7/14/2006
455. School Dinner Day 11/23/2005
456. Rationalising The World Through Words 1/4/2006
457. Priorities- A Word Of Warning For Charity Callers. 3/29/2006
458. A Very Un-Public House (Unless Your White Of Course) 4/6/2006
459. A Desperate Plea To Dagenham 2/4/2006
460. Nature Was Nothing Until The Poet Created It 6/21/2006
461. Dealing With Death 6/8/2006
462. Four Years Falling (Crash Landing After A Four Year Manic Freefall) 6/12/2006
463. Reppressed Thoughts On Poem Hunter (Released Through A Gin Or Two) 6/14/2006
464. The Reawakened Butterfly 5/10/2006
465. Everybody's Talking To Someone Apart From Me 1/14/2006
466. ....Fatherless 10/1/2006
467. Wishing For Closure On A Welsh Shore 5/8/2006
468. ...Fishing With Hope 9/5/2006
469. Angels Of The Violent Night 10/6/2006
470. Bodies, Poems And Hers 2/25/2006
471. A Park From The Past 2/25/2006
472. Love Is Lost 11/11/2005
473. V.T 4 E.P (Lovers Words Engraved On A Tree) 4/13/2006
474. Love Is, Love Is Not 4/14/2006
475. Morning Legs Entwined 1/31/2006
476. A Childs Cure For Insominia 11/30/2005
477. Night Time Monsters (For C.J Heck) 11/29/2005
478. The Locked Door 1/14/2006
479. A Warning 12/17/2005
480. Parents Evening (Watching From The Window) 11/15/2005

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

My Big Brother

my big brother,
is so great,
he reads me stories,
and gives me cake.
he gives me big cuddles
and sloppy wet kisses,
he jumps in big puddles,
and has two orange fishes,
one called Tom and one called Jerry,

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