doug bentley

Rookie - 267 Points (11/25/51 / Edmonton, Canada)

The Shining Ones - Poem by doug bentley

old masters were the winners -
the shining ones. golden

suns snow white bright,
with a fingertip

they lit the big roar.

chopping a wooden block

Topic(s) of this poem: wisdom

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  • Melvina Germain (10/29/2015 9:44:00 PM)

    Perhaps I'm on a totally different train her for what I see is not golden but dips deep in darkness. Well poetry is in the eyes of the beholder after all...The mysterious flavor or your poetry is inviting..... (Report) Reply

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  • Rajendran Muthiah (4/4/2013 2:49:00 AM)

    Old is gold. Old masters were slaves to their trade but the new ones are enslaved by financial considerations. But at times, it is said, Old wine in new bottle. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 4, 2014

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