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EXEMPT (December poem to friends now gone)

They are all still here inside
these circuits made of silicon
where electrons dodge and glide.
Too many poets counted as gone.

Joe, the modest expert on verse
who taught with positive feedback
(or gentle critique at the worst).
His photons sprint among the black.

And elf who fought me tooth and nail
but over time became my friend
as he urged me toward perfection's grail.
He's here although he met his end.

Then Ian with his tame calm ways
who knew more than he would let on.
In near silence met his end of days.
He lives on even though he's gone.

Of course there is the "meter maid"
who tried her best to teach me scansion
correcting each mistake I made.
She lives on in her electronic mansion.

To all still within this electronic place
whose times came then came to pass
I hope this poem can find your trace.
I wish you all a merry Christmas
there where from death you are exempt..

*and merry Christmas to all still on this side of the veil.

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Comments

I recognise some of the people you reference in this poem who too helped me along with my journey. Unfortunately I can't give much critique because I think it is a beautiful ode to some beautiful people. Personal and beautiful. Keep up the good work,

Nicholas.

I am pleased you think well of this scribble

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should be a single word

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hi stan I always thought you were only a scribbler not a scientist electronic magician o what a SURPRISE STAN
SIR

why have you forgotten friend jess and the sonnetry one did you mean the aussie one.
stan we have been on this road of NEO since very long

I was wondering now for how long
a simple request you will not grant i know then not an obituary but an eulogy not too bright nor dull
about me sow
I will add it as a PREFACE to my 51 good poems
you read some Advance thanks

The site had that major crash in 2010 and I'd been here almost a year when that happened. So I've been here about 12 and a half years and I think you have been the same......we are officially 2 old farts lol. I didn't forget Jess. He is referenced as the "elf". Do I understand you want me to write a eulogy about you? That will take some time to do well. I might have to PM you some for information too.

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How I missed this I don't know
we both knew the greater poets
ESKER AND SNOWMAN AND MOON MAN

Can't forget them
forget me let me bask in my continued anonymity
I will still BOW to thee

Keep the scribbler
within the scribbling
I have extended my time for a while
now nearing 84
can hopefully touch another score
LOL
Thanks Stan you are NEO'S POETMAN
I shall hold the umbrella for you
as long as I can

scribbler. Although I did not know the people you wrote about, I admire that you took time to wish them a merry Christmas. Merry Christmas to you as well.

Thomas

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...so like my lost dreams...the flood

I thought it a change from wishing those still with us a Merry Christmas. Thanks for the visit

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bless you!

*love, Cat

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They are all missed by those who knew them

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the train will now be coming for me
as I hear the
BELLS TOLL
You know
but forget me not
as u said
we two f''s what
since past
rgds

Not to worry you will not be forgotten

author comment

Should I feel flattered
lol
nice times we had for long years
how much more
who knows

I don't worry about long years....it's the coming short ones that bother me

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by Cat

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I apologize if I have hurt you. I didn't mean to do so...I'm just hurting physically and very grumpy. Steve tells me he wishes I would cry instead. I hate to cry...it feels like being out of control. love you dear.

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