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The Poetry of Hope

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Choices...
Can we be human without them?
The pretty little lollipop munchkins that we are.
Can we have HONOR
Without the right ones?
Will we care when a sizable substitution
Rears its wooden feathers into the wind
That's blowing smoke up our frolicking arsenals?
Is it really more likely
For everybody to evaluate the task of "surviving"
To be infinitely easier
Than that of "surviving with INTEGRITY"?
Are we really that blind
Of our own plaid-enshrouded amphitheatre
Towering above our cowering infantile hearts?
I, for one,
Believe in the human EMPOWERMENT
Of the ability to discover choice
As the one and only building block
For the thing we as a society take for granted
Known as VIRTUE.
I shall wedge my pez-shaped soul
Between the walls that fit my mold
Until the coil beneath me lurches its grasp
And sends me soaring through the attic of hope
That I keep telling myself is up there,
Somewhere.
I refuse to except an experience as a part of HUMANITY
Without extending my FAITH in the human spirit
To rise above mere complacency
Into the lofty reaches
Of the realm of imagination
(where DIGNITY exists).

 



 

Author notes

This took so much out of me to write, I need like an energy bar or summat.

---was an entry in: allpoetry.com/contest/1442269
Written August 18th, 2005

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  • ecrivain01
    August 29, 2005
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    good job, all in all

    You were flying high until this line:

    I refuse to except an experience as a part of HUMANITY (accept)

    It stopped me cold and I had to take a deep breath and go on. Otherwise, this is a good poem. Congrats on your trophy.


  • PsydewaysTears gold member
    August 20, 2005
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    —You're right, and yet again... you're VERY right. In my head I was propably thinking of a widespread unity of dignity that doesn't take form unless it's embraced by all of society... but is still there for people who know how to forgo certain aspects of reality in order to find it. But really.... everything you said is dead on. I believe in possibility. No more, no less. Because I really DO think that we still have a long way to go before we (as a society) have made proper use of the prescious vat of humanity we all carry inside us and therefore each of us must be a part of its betterment and protection. Humans define humanity, I define my own. (And as dreary as it may sound) I can not save us all.

  • strider
    August 20, 2005
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    like glass umbrellas stretched by human breath into melted stone, we hold up these concepts of honor, virtue and integrity to shelter ourselves from the dark rain of an absolute freedom where we make choices flash like matches... they momentarilly enlighten, and we take a step forward.

    I love your faith in humanity, the humor in "That's blowing smoke up our frolicking arsenals", the willingness to plunge down the page trusting in the choices you made. I'm uncomfortable with the end on imagination. It raises questions about your stance, your believe in the reality of the concepts you embolden. It emphasizes the mind over matter of your poem (where we have some minor disagreement), but more than that the word has come to be too closely associated with illusion and fantasy over inventiveness, which is (I believe) your true intent.

  • marrow
    August 18, 2005
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    Poor Greg. Verging tears, eh?
    Fortunately for you and us all, this was amazing. So, spare the tears and collect your dues instead. This seriously flippin' rocked. Love, love, love it.

    " shall wedge my pez-shaped soul
    Between the walls that fit my mold
    Until the coil beneath me lurches its grasp
    And sends me soaring through the attic of hope "
    Mmm. I remember mentioning 'pez' in an old piece of mine, and someone mentioned something along the lines of 'some things just do not belong in songs'. I was like.. 'k?'. I'd love to find that person, and direct them to this piece right now. I'm sure even they would be head over heels.
    - Justin


  • August 18, 2005
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    Well since you have pored your heart and soul into this piece then its definitely worth it and make one tell you otherwise. I wish your well in the contest. Have a blessed day.


  • PsydewaysTears gold member
    August 18, 2005
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    Thanks Cor! (you make it worth it)


  • PsydewaysTears gold member
    August 18, 2005
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    Thanks Abs! (you make it worth it)


  • Claide
    August 18, 2005
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  • Blind-Ambition
    August 18, 2005
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    Theres so many words of struggle in this poem- towering, surviving, towering, lurching, rising, et al that I think I would've been able to tell it took a lot out of you, without your comment. In my mind, it was definitely worth it. Somehow you've managed to grow further in your writing. The ending is incredibly powerful. All of it is. What a poem! You deserve to win the contest but I'm sure you won't depend on that for absolution. Be proud of this one.

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