<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=424978" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dream's Houri Land Seems Hour Island</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Goals, when perspective's sought by souls, then scanned, <br>drum rolls show dumb roles, no red carpet rolled.<br>Story - youth to hoary - soon is told, <br>breath bold, brash, old, rash, Death strikes out of hand, <br>just blows away. Just blow falls none withstand.<br>Some seek redemption, reasons why warm cold<br>returns as candle burns to t[r]ick wick'd fold.<br>Dream's houri land seems [h]our island, time's sand<br>tips scales no wails redeem nor understand.<br>Alike for sage, saint, sot, faint-hearted, scold, <br>for true want, truant wanting more than mould, <br>life's cycle turns, returning not, hope banned.<br> Speed shadow shapes we hither, thither, cast<br> reflections that, scarce heeded, never last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Author notes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Words in brackets convey two or more meanings<br>Hour island: [h]our our or hour or our hour is eye I land <br>t[r]ick wick'd: tick or trick wick, tricky wicket, wicked etc.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>for previous version entitled In Hour I land see written 4 December 2007 see below</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>In Hour I land</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Ambitions, true perspective found, are canned.<br>Drum rol, role dumb, with no red carpet rolled.<br>Story - youth to hoary - soon is told, <br>bold, brash, old, rash, breath Death can't out of hand, <br>just blow away. Just blow falls none withstand.<br>Some seek redemption, reasons why warm cold<br>returns as candle burns to t[r]ick wick fold.<br>in houri land, in hour I land, drip sand<br>tips scales no wails redeem nor understand.<br>Alike for sage, and saint, faint-hearted, scold, <br>for true want, truant wanting more than mould, <br>the cycle turns, returning not, hope fanned.<br> As shadow shapes we hither, thither, cast<br> reflections that, unheeded, never last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>written 4 December 2007 see below</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=424978" data-title="Dream's Houri Land Seems Hour Island de Jonathan Robin" data-description="Goals, when perspective's sought by souls, then scanned, drum rolls show dumb roles, no red carpet rolled. Story - youth to hoary - soon is told, breath bold, brash, old, rash, Death strikes out of hand, just blows away. Just blow falls none wi..."></div> </div> </div>

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