1.Cascading violence of sound --
The sea and her mother hungry hands. The beach
kneels before her breasts to kiss
her feet. Lost in the constant thunder hanging
just beyond horizons edge
2. life awakening to the island of its identity --
bereft of the knowledge of its totality --
squirming, worming its way past
the shore to stand
erect, cast
its own shadow,
its own reminder of the void
it’s been cast into.
3. The awakening force of love lost in the stars --
At night man builds fires for defense,
the native tongue of togetherness --
4. “Warm me,” you cry.
The vacuum around us cries
out for air. Plunging like pressure fed molecules
we fall into the distance of each
others hearts. The gulls blown to far in shore
cry out for their lost
love, their turbulent home.
5.”Love me,” you cry.
Mountains are rubbed into nothingness for holding
too tightly to the sky. The noise is
a white light that blinds the deaf
dumb. It is not the pure light
that will shine long after the sun has swallowed
herself in the ecstasy of midnight’s caress.
6. Flowing into the horizon of distance
the Word takes over,
destroying the value of Time.
One Word. It’s not
yours or mine. Not to be
held. Never to possess. Yet,
without it, Life is a prolonged form of death.
The trees on the mountain,
the winds of the plain are the positive
negated by the echoing whine of man’s mighty train.
Man! Who encases his distance in hard machines
who transmits his voice to those he can’t
see or ever be with.
(All caught up?
Glorify the noise!)
From squall to gurgle, man
builds his temples to death, paints
pictures for the blind and says,
“Somewhere, I’ll find the answer.
Then, all will be mine.”
Separate!
Classify!
7. Let us break out.
Let us open up.
Let the sky fall in.
Relieve the pressure.
Let us begin, again.
The valleys sleep in wait for it.
The mountains stand to reach for it.
Let us return -- return
to the Garden of Eden.
8. “Don’t leave me,” you say.
I am not leaving, but
you insist I am. War is
still waging. There is a war
born unto the soul, fighting the silence
it can’t listen to, running from the shadow. . .
to end
shrieking in the face of the shadow of the night.
Death,
it claims no man. You give yourself to it.
Offer yourself up
to love and you will fall
right out of it. Be one of those . . .
9.Be one of those people . . .
The ones that put a price on everything. Then,
as the money changers are cast out. The doves
will still “coo” in their cages. Sacrifice
yourself. The sea will polish
your bones like cars in a junk yard.
10. Love Love!
Love Love!
Then, as the mountains fall
into the plains and the valleys are
the birth place of the sky, you will be
one with distance. You will be
beyond time. As “the Word is God and
God is the Word” So you will be found
in the Word, no longer lost in the echo.
Thomas Burson 12/23/75
Author notes
Written December 23rd, 1975
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Hmm. This poem was pretty good. I wasn't really feeling it because it was so long. It didn't really keep me.
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i have no clue as to what slam poetry is but i agree with grannyeri. i think i need to start reading some information about this. i am really confused as to what this is suppose to be but i saw several parts that i really liked. whew!! if i do not quit getting introduced to new things every day on here, i am going to go into brain warp. great job. viyanna rosemarie
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I loved this! Slam poetry is becoming a humongous trend at the moment, and I have not taken the risk of writing it.
Your imagery, flow, and contradictory phrases(that add power) are excellent! My favorite contradictory line was of painting pictures for the blind. It stood out to me as one of your strongest lines that holds a lot of meaning. Keep up the great writing and good luck in the contest! 8.4....not too bad!
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I really liked the flow and the imagery in this poem. My only concern is wondering if this poem would still translate live despite its wordiness.
Nevertheless, I give you an overall score of: 8.4
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Wow - left me running, panting, breathless trying to catch up - so this is slam poetry - never heard of it before, but guess it's like an open mic only on the computer screen - really amazing what you have written here. If the audience can help you get points that is great. You're the first entry I've read in this contest, but if they're all this good, it's going to be some judging match! Will be checking up on this contest often, I am sure.
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