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    Eternal Shrine to Youth
    Eternal Shrine to Youth
    Eternal Shrine to Youth
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    Eternal Shrine to Youth

    By MRC Mason

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    Poetry of various styles from the author's youth, including romance, adventure, spiritual and political. The poet does not express particularly social or political agendas and simply expresses the doubts pains and delights of a turbulent youth.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherThe Ragged Edge
    Release dateJun 9, 2024
    ISBN9781763535121
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      Book preview

      Eternal Shrine to Youth - MRC Mason

      Eternal Shrine

      To

      Youth

      The Poetry

      of

      Times Past

      by

      MRC Mason

      © 2024

      Table of Contents

      NO NAME

      AWAKE TO LOVE

      NETTLE AND STALK

      A LATE VALENTINE'S POEM

      STARLIGHT

      ONE-WAY DOOR

      DEATH OF PRIDE

      DARKNESS IN DOUBT

      FERTILITY

      DARK MADNESS

      ON THE BRINK

      THE BLACK SONG

      MERRY LAUGHTER, SORRY AFTER

      DAILY MYSTERY

      PENSIONED POSSIBILITIES

      FALSE

      ALL I CAN DO

      BEYOND THE WORLD

      MIND OVER MIND

      A RARE SNOW FALL

      ONE

      IMAGE OF THE DEAD

      EMOTIVATE

      DAYDREAMING

      FEELINGS  GONE.

      IS THERE A MUSE COME UPON ME?

      AN ANGEL'S VENGEANCE

      RESPITE

      SCHOOL

      THE BURNING

      THE SWEETER SISTER

      A CHRISTMAS PRESENT FOR BETSY

      HEART ON THE WALL

      FOOTFALLS ON AN EMPTY STREET

      FAREWELL DREAM

      PATIENCE AND PAIN

      ON WHITE

      NO DEATH WISH, FROM HARPO TELLINE AND THE FUNEREALS

      BON APPETIT, MONCHER.

      FOLLOW ME

      HOW WOULD YOU BE

      THE VENUS PRAYER

      LINES IN ANGER

      O SO FAE

      JUST A DREAM

      HUMMING BIRDIE

      FELL IN LOVE LAST FRIDAY

      TO BE OR NOT TO BE

      LOVE

      ON THE SIDELINES

      INTEGRATION

      JOURNEY BEYOND

      LOVE UNSEEN

      RESTING

      WHO IS HE?

      LEAVING

      THE SACRIFICE

      CASH IN THINGS

      WAITING FOR THE HOUR

      SILK TOUCH

      EVERMORE

      SILK MOON SHIMMER

      DOUBT AND  DESTINY

      NO NAME

      There came on me a time when I was sure.

      I saw what you gave the world

      And knew what I'd searched for

      Was near at hand.

      Whether you balance me or mirror me,

      I know that what you give I can receive.

      What you are I like

      And that will be our likeness.

      It's a common slip to forget,

      And so easy to ignore, yet now

      Amidst nature's fireworks unannounced

      Your desire grows within me.

      Sounds of meditation mingle with rain,

      As I hear, within my heart, your cry

      And sobs of potency from an angry sky

      Give life to this thing to be.

      RUNES BEFORE DAWN

      Dream self quests upon hidden ways.

      Seems it always knows the path.

      Doesn't worry, just knows what it likes.

      Doesn't try to take what it doesn't.

      Its liquid touch cleans the cup.

      I stop at the brim of my tasting,

      Knowing not quite what to ask

      And for a moment time’s river slows,

      Joining swollen turmoil, rushing,

      Giddy with something wished for.

      You can't have what you didn't want.

      It takes time. Choice was in the past.

      Now is for thinking,

      Seeing charged by thoughts,

      Love filtered through the mask.

      Flitting through night's light speed dance

      No question the lean mind is unsurpassed.

      No sameness threatens to lay down the law,

      No fear to shake the pond,

      Nor any cloud to blind.

      Am I eternally young and really utterly free?

      Knocked from my senses, only, by some game in paradise.

      A patient old creature, an adventuring sprite,

      A heavenly hound bewitched on the moon's night?

      Now I'd be told, to silence alone

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