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"Fragments"
Jazz
"There was Jazz music playing in the background,
Trumpets and trumbones.
I heard the bittersweet melody of the saxophones.
But it was not a happy day
it was my dying day.
on these streets of new orleans,
my murderer was watching me."
Tear
"A lonely TEAR fell down her face,
she longed for his embrace,
but all she now had left
was a torn and fading photograph."
Stone Angel
"Touch without collision",
it is a given,
how the mind can react,
to fiction or to fact.
When all the pieces come undone,
visions of the sun.
When all the stars align,
distance without time.
I chase a faltering dream,
into the unseen,
unto the unknown,
where angels turn to stone.
All photos from Photobucket.com
© 2011 Nikki Wicked
Comments
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Awesome. I will check out your hubs as well two poles thanx
These are all awesome! I can feel the melancholy in each one
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Did Cathy put yu up to this? lol Ah you really think I should? I didnt think one would make much that way. at least not me. so how do I join these things?
Nikki, I noticed you don't have amazon ads on your hubs. I presume you are not getting income there. Your writing is really great! I wonder are you in the Hub Ad system. Please join if not as you are getting good reads and many comments from lots of hubbers, your comment rate is higher than the average...sign of a helluva good writer.... I am just sayin'! :)
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thanks saddle. angels are good for that.
Brilliant and compelling. I have had a few tears in my time and Angels wiped them clean. I am gifted to have the pleasure to read your beautiful scribes. Very nicely done Nikki, Bravo..applaud.
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thank u cheeky girl, astra and blaise of spoke highly of you. glad you stopped by and thanks for commenting!
Nikki, this is stunningly good poetry here. Whew! I love how you make up the wonderful scenario in the image, like an event happening and it's opened to us...so cool!
I love Angels...sometimes I feel I am surrounded by them and they are invisibly watching me and helping and nurturing in some mysterious way....they can be so enigmatic, and then hidden in plain sight...they can seem ordinary, but they can be magical...and the ordinariness is just to throw us off the scent... :) Brilliant writing. I am a fan so much!
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Blaise you can also check out "Flash of the Sun" its about an angel too. and a few other of my older poems. Thanks.
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tom...i thought yu were the one that didnt get poetry much? well im glad you like mine. thank you.
Blaise I definitely will. If you like stuff about angels you should check out my trio of poems :"Crime", "Mystery Unsolved" and "Mystery Unraveled". Its a continuing story split in to 3 poems. and I think you will really like them. Thanks!
I love the Stone Angel. Everything about angels actually.
Write more please.. :)
NMJ,
nifty stuff- poetry is keen
and i dig it...
TH
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thank u. :)
NICOLE MARIE JORDAN, beautiful and very creative.
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and it didnt get unpublished? Hubpages doesnt like too short hubs. lol
i love short stuff . good work.
ray
i have a hub called one of many short poems
at one time i think it was the shortest hub out there.
Got your back pal...thick and thin...
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Thanks bb. :) lovely poem(s) there. "An Angel of Stone,
or An angel of despair. but its always good to know,
That friends are there."
Incredible writing my friend...
Thank you Nikki, a friend beyond compare...
Lonely Jazz tune playing on the air.
Can't help but wonder if dying from despair.
So many eyes, they watch from everywhere
Which is the one, that takes my life so fair
.
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Did you hear. They found her all alone, having died ... from despair.
It was the saddest sight, they said, "no compare"..
For clutched in her beautiful young hands
A yellowed streaked photo, as if it cried with her, a tragedy not so rare..
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.
I saw her in the light, a vision of great might
Yet crumbled her endearing sight
By love and loss unshared
An angel too can feel great pain
when clocks deceive and prey
A longing for a simple thing
A touch of no compare
It is the most deep tragic thing
To see such love as stone
For it is the land of mortal ones
That destroys such gifts and loves as such
A vision now of timeless stone and lessons of despair
Faltering dreams as so entropy sees into a lifetime...only.;)
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