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Courage Of The Poet's Pen
4 February, 2003
Author: ShyHeart

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Unlike soldiers called to war, we have no army to support our call.
With blind abandonment, we travel into the castle of our soles. There is no light, no sound, nothing but the sense that we must move forward and enter this castle and knock upon each Chamber's door.

There are many chambers and many doors within this castle we call the sole. Without reason or, sense of normality, on we go, through each chamber's darkened, door.

Each chamber contains a story, some filled with glory, some filled with shame and pain. We do not know what we will find, but still we go through each Chamber's door. With nothing but our poet's pen in hand, prepared to write in great detail, about all we find within. There is no light to guide our way, no sound to replace the loss of sight, yet, still we search and strive to find and knock upon each chamber's door.

The poet has no protection save the pen, and without hesitation, walks through each chamber's door.., Sometimes we shake and tremble, sometimes we feel no fear at all, its always different, its never the same, for there are many chambers and many doors, within this castle of our sole.

I came upon one chamber door and sensed I'd been here, once before. Suddenly, I felt such fear, so all alone and knew there was great danger near. It must have been the power in my poet's pen, held tightly in my shaking hand, that began to tap upon this chamber door. My God, My God, what are you doing? This I asked of my poetic friend, surely, we will both die, if your tapping gets us through this chamber's door! I fear, I fear, I have been at this chamber door before and know what lies within!

I shook my hand, hoping to free myself from this poet's pen, I cried out loud and tears of fear filled my eyes, don't, don't, God please, don't let us in! However, to no avail from my God or my poet's pen, both God and pen, walked right through my words and pulled me in kicking and screaming, through this chamber's door.

If I could but find a way to escape this castle of my sole with all its horrors, hidden behind so many chamber doors, I swear, I will never write again and forever, would abandon this curse of curses called the Poet's Pen.

Without mercy, without concern for my safety, I was cast through this darkened, chamber's door. The chamber was dark at first, then slowly, almost softly, there was this light, it filled my chamber of fear and revealed, every single person that I have ever loved, every friend I ever had, every kind word ever spoken to me, I heard and saw them all again. Every warm, sunny day, filled with fun and love, I lived once again. All this I was given in an instant, all of this was behind this chamber door I had feared so much, just a few minutes before.

One other thing I saw, laying on a table was this solid gold pen, its tip was a diamond, the brightest and most brilliant light I had ever seen radiated from the tip of this solid gold pen.

As I approached this heavenly sight, I noticed there was a piece of paper, like a note one would leave for a friend. Upon it was written in solid gold these words...,

"You are a poet, I am your pen, never lose faith in me again."

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Comments on this poem/writing:

Martin Vann (67.75.182.28) -- Friday, February 7 2003, 03:33 pm

2 Mark Spencer and Seizure...,

Without your knowledge or permission, in this writting, you both made a contribution. Mark, shows us how to find the courage and light, to enter through these chamber's doors.

Seizure, with his insight of the harsh reality of life, makes it exciting and daring, to pass on through the door, into the darkened chambers of our soles.

I thank you both!

Martin V.
Seizure (68.154.9.85) -- Saturday, February 8 2003, 07:48 pm

powerful...

It was a good read. I think all poets on this site should read this one as personally I feel it pertains to everyone viewing Dreamers Reality.

I'm out.
2 Seizure (65.57.57.58) -- Saturday, February 8 2003, 08:57 pm

Powerful, Thanks

C the effect you have on others, very influential, the work you do. If, you give me anymore ideas, I'll let you and hope you don't mind me using them.

Thanks,
Martin
P.S.
Glad you made it out, knew you would.
LinzAy (64.12.102.23) -- Friday, February 14 2003, 05:52 pm

......

O wow! this is really good Martin! I love how you interpreted everything. Castle being the soul....its chambers being every one of our emotions and/or memories. And the end of it being so fearful but turning out so good. Excellent writing Martin!
Lori Ann Day (198.81.26.167) -- Saturday, February 22 2003, 11:47 am


The pen is the greatest weapon that reveals we are human and alive with blood coursing through our veins. I wrote something years ago having to do with the power of the pen, "Moses had Aaron, and I have my pen." Thank you for sharing your brightest and most brilliant light.
Capricorn (62.30.217.106) -- Saturday, March 1 2003, 02:19 am

Wow!

This is powerful stuff Martin, I am so glad you led me here. I often mention the `soul' when I write and feel we do write from our heart and soul, so this has given me an incite into the castle of life! Well written!

I also like the part at the end about having faith in your pen. What is that saying now about `the pen is mightier than the sword' Your pen has certainly been mighty here Martin.
To Cap (67.75.180.72) -- Saturday, March 1 2003, 03:23 am

My pen, is a reflection of you & all who write your hearts out here.

You notice at the beginning, I do not take credit for this work, myself. You, Mark Spencer, Seizure (Seiz, you got to love that guy) and so many others like Lori, Pamela, LinzAy, gee, can't name all of you. Its your contributions to deramersreality, that give my pen, vision & direction. None of us will ever write our heart's thoughts upon the sun-baked rock of life, unless, some other soles, "read what we write."

Thanks Cap, very, very much! I think we are even now, well, sort of, you really beat me and others up with The "Damn Baby Crying thing." I know the title is probably, not right, but you know what I mean.

Hey, Becky, AKA, DREAMER, see what your love for poets has started, a revolution of hearts from across the world, sharing and caring. Because you Becky, gave us Dreamersreality, Thank YOU!

MartinV
Lori Ann Day (198.81.26.167) -- Sunday, March 2 2003, 12:15 pm


You wanted to know about my comment, "Moses had Aaron and I have my pen." Aaron spoke for Moses. Moses knew the words to say. They just didn't always come out of his mouth. I am a bit that way. It is easier to let my pen speak for me. I know that I can truly express my feelings this way, and people have to take the time to read and think. Thank you for wondering.
Emily (12.227.17.72) -- Tuesday, March 11 2003, 02:41 am

That was really good!!

Hello I am a middle schooler and I just read your poem that was really good. I wish that I could write like you. You have a very stong talent and I look up to that. Maybe one day I'll create something that wonderful in my life time!
To Emily (63.208.63.204) -- Tuesday, March 11 2003, 04:25 pm

You have surpassed my work with your comment.

Emily,
As young as you are, you have already created a wonderful thing, an many others I'm sure. Poets write for others, not themselves and to receive a comment such as yours, is why we write. Your life is ahead of you, be true to yourself, your faith and always be courageous when you know you are right. Be kind to others and you will be onto yourself and others, a wonderous human being. When you write, let your heart speak to your sole, then write the conversation down as you heard it, the result will be truth and you may surprise yourself with what you write.

May God Bless You,
Martin Vann
P.S. Emily, may I suggest that you read some of the works on this site by Mark Spencer. You will be rewarded for the effort, by his words.
ShyHeart (67.75.181.142) -- Thursday, May 22 2003, 06:55 pm

Very interesting and Dramatic.

I was very tense at first, as I read this, love the ending.

Shyheart
YVETTE (24.196.216.254) -- Wednesday, August 20 2003, 12:55 pm

GREAT

I REALLY LIKE ALL OF THESE POEMS GOOD LUCK WITH THEM
Chrissy Mae (10.0.0.1) -- Wednesday, October 22 2003, 05:29 pm

inspiring

when I first saw this poem all I saw was the length, then I read it. It trully is inspiring. After reading this beutiful poem, I want to write some poetry of my own. I just wanted to thank you for writing it.
Martin Vann (171.75.207.184) -- Wednesday, October 22 2003, 09:55 pm

Thank You, Chrissy Mae, Now, WRITE, share your heart.

Chrissy Mae;

this was a "special-Poem," I never pened one this long before. If, you have desire, passionet desire, to write, then do so, but, let it flow, don't work it. In time, you will know what I mean.

Regards to you, we all, await your first poem,

MartinV
 
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