Not Long Left

Rookie (17.05.1981 / The Molten Core)

Not Long Left Poems

201. Free Bird, A Mothers Farewell 9/13/2006
202. It May Have Been Written Before But Every Season Sees A Change 9/15/2006
203. Watching You Watch The Past 9/15/2006
204. For The Unkown Painter About The Unkown Painting 9/19/2006
205. The Taming Of The Rebel (Part 1) 9/25/2006
206. Holding On To The Last 9/25/2006
207. Ghost On The Line 9/25/2006
208. Deliverance 9/27/2006
209. Walking On Sheets Of Glass 9/28/2006
210. The Product Of Fragility 9/28/2006
211. The Product Of A Fragile Life 9/29/2006
212. 8th Floor And Rising 9/29/2006
213. Knock, Knock, Knocking On Heavens Door 9/29/2006
214. Tarzan Of The Jungle 9/29/2006
215. Fatherless 9/29/2006
216. Killed By The Killers 9/29/2006
217. ..Sobriety Is For The Sensible And Unselfish. 10/8/2006
218. Prediction 10/8/2006
219. Twitching Offspring (A Father's Love) 10/8/2006
220. ...Twitching Offspring (A Father's Love) 10/8/2006
221. Sobriety Is For The Sensible 10/9/2006
222. I Could'Ve Been A Poet 10/9/2006
223. The Discharged 10/10/2006
224. Suddenly, Without Warning 10/10/2006
225. Poorly Sent Apologies (Reason 1) 10/16/2006
226. 1.The First Drop Smile To The Last Drop Shatter. 10/16/2006
227. Happy Films And Missing People 10/20/2006
228. ./. I Could'Ve Been A Poet 10/20/2006
229. Distanced Yet Within Your Range 9/22/2006
230. The Taming 10/3/2006
231. So This Is What Has Become Of Us. 4/24/2006
232. The First Dropp Smile, The Last Dropp Shatter 10/6/2006
233. Sobriety Is Designed Only For The Sensible 10/7/2006
234. Growing Fond Of Pigeons 5/8/2006
235. Staring At The Child That Is Me 5/10/2006
236. Read Then Bury 5/17/2006
237. A Market Place Just After Midnight 5/19/2006
238. Dead Loves Waiting Room 5/22/2006
239. An Anatomy Of Youth 5/23/2006
240. Morcambe Bay Bandstand 6/4/2006

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

How You Felt

asked how you felt,
weary eyed
you replied,
you felt,
like a fallen twig,
broken off from its,
source.
only for you to land,
into a rushing

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