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ROCKS, roses, or tomatoes, whatever,

Crystal

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Hi, this is my first time to post a piece of work. Emm, it has been a response to freya's thread, London, however, I want to give it a clear and clean room.so i post it here. :)

rockes, or roses, or tomatoes, come what may. anyway, I am kinda clumsy in expressing myself. ok, stop rambling. here it goes:

London

A name, you are, which is imprinted on my brain,
With blood, chemically,
Integrated into the end of cell,
With Big Ben, and Lodon Tower.

I dream of you, as an admirer,
Following you, like a disciple;
Yet you never knew how much I was in love with you
Nor did you ever see my humble love
Lingering upon the lowered head.

Flying to you, like a cloud,
With a fearful wonder,
I reached out my fingers that longing for a touch of your face
.
 
A bridge, a doorway to your heart,
Watched tenderly the body of the Thames.
I lift every step, lightly,
In a fear of tearing your embroidered long robe,
Wearing my elegant respect,
With no violent steps echoing.

At the tips of my fingers,
I felt the throbs from your heart,
The long deep sighs from a very old, old heart.
Did you beat rapidly as Holms trod his prudent feet on you, London Bridge?
Did you hold your breath as the young Olive set on the journey to you,
Who gripped a fearful heart in his shaking hands?
 
Sliding my fingers over the cement-colored wall
That King Arthur leaned on 1,500 years ago,
I felt his pain and pride in the battle with Sir Lancelot,

Breathed in the air that once heard the utterance of love from Keats
I was sighing the sighs of Jane Eye,
Though not sure whether she had ever been here,
With her Mr. Rochester,

Also I heard the happy songs of Robin Hood, with his band of outlaws,
The loudly announcing of the Paradise lost’
The screaming love from the darkness Wuthering Heights
.
 
Coming from the opposite were the grumpy King Lear, ambitious Macbeth, happy Juliet and Ophelia, Romeo and Hamlet,
Followed by the Canterbury group,
Yet none of them gave me a glance,
Except that Swift who shrunk himself with
Gulliver who jumped into my palm,
Like a gentleman, bowed for his leave.


Passing through my body,
Were the shadows of Tudor



It is kinda raw material. Forgive me for the grammar mistakes, or any potential generation of misunderstanding .

MODIFICATON: I think i should not use grumpy to describe King Lear, this is the word of others. I think I saw the happy Lear. Ambitious is also not a good word for Macbeth. emm, well.
 
It’s my first date with you,
Nothing but a dream;
Though your name was burning on my lips like a dew
on a leaf vaporize into a steam;

ONE DAY, I OPENED my eyes,
Only stunned to acknowledge that I could not love you any more,
London, my sweetheart,
A cold steel box,
You became,
Black, cemented, blood-freezning;
No one gets in,
Comes out no one.
 
Very good...not sure if it's because I know the writer, but the tone seems so innocent and pure. Amazingly, the grammar mistakes actually add to this feeling. It is as if a small child has taken in this wonderful city all at once, become immersed in it's mystery, and has returned home to divulge the adventures with her friends with the wonders that she saw.

It's True stamped! I like it! :D
 
True@1stLight said:
Very good...not sure if it's because I know the writer, but the tone seems so innocent and pure. Amazingly, the grammar mistakes actually add to this feeling. It is as if a small child has taken in this wonderful city all at once, become immersed in it's mystery, and has returned home to divulge the adventures with her friends with the wonders that she saw.

True, thank you for the kind words. Your comment helps me a lot to get the idea how it is like to other people.

Best wishes, :)
 
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