I wrote a word no one has ever written.
I wrote it with the ink of moonless nights.
The darkness being absorbed into the paper prison
for onlookers to boo or cheer.
On his left, the word Freedom,
too busy reminiscing on stale declarations to notice
his cage door was left open.
To the right, the word Justice,
beaten and mended with red tape.
Through the sky blue bars, my word would retaliate,
flinging a half-gallon of unleaded popcorn
and 24-karat cola at the army of critics.
There are others:
Different
The Their-There-They’re Sisters
Family
Choice.
So many words stood here at center page,
waiting to be glorified in t-shirts, bumper stickers, and puns.
My word would protest with a spectacular vernacular
and intensity that only King Kong
plus skyscraper plus beautiful bimbo could emit.
Such a word would, of course, be hated
for setting the foundations of new thought,
reminding us of that small touch of kindness
when slanted eyes meant foreign spies,
when southern sheets went on sale
after a night of lynching.
We could feel it, my word's fading voice,
as the crowd lost my word’s meaning.
This is where I learned why
the cage existed.
Not to keep it in
but to keep them out.
So, when the night was blind and chirping,
my word broke out.
Under a moonless night,
my word vanished
into thin paper.
Author notes
Thank you for your wonderful input. I made a few slight changes. Gracias.
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euphemism--watered down statements uttered by the polite so as not to displease... i wouldnt say hypocrisy though, maybe a touch of kindness...enjoyed the way you painted your words....
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This is a very interesting poem. I absolutely love your word choice through out the entire peice. I especially loved some of the imagery in this, such as writing with the ink of a moonless night.
Write on.
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good word use this poem is very well written, very intriguing it has a depth to it
this is my favorite part
My word would protest with a spectacular vernacular
and intensity that only King Kong
plus skyscraper plus beautiful bimbo could emit.
Such a word would, of course, be hated
for setting the foundations of new thought,
reminding us of hypocrisy
when slanted eyes meant foreign spies,
when southern sheets went on sale
after a night of lynching,. -
So, when the night was chirping,
my word broke out.
Under a moonless night,
my word vanished
into thin paper.
Indeed a intriguing but an effective piece of the heart here..I love its depth and the feel of the hidden impact of the scenario and that is the real beauty and the real strength of this poem leading us in the land of painful thoughts and leading us towards the world of thouaght provoking flow of the sentiments which you tried to reveal through your great penning here my friend...
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I like the way this write develops down the page here and enjoyed reading it very much. You created a nice transition from the beginning of the poem to the ending and leave the reader with a lot to think about and ponder over. Thank you for sharing and best wishes to you. Keep that pen handy dear poet. ~Midnight Lace
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like the theme
like the profusion of imagery and I like the ending which is the reverse of upbeat but well worded:
"my word vanished/into thin paper." -
wow
Im really impressed actually.
Sweet imagery/personification/all those other things my english teacher would tell me to look for in a poem.
'half gallon of unleaded popcorn' sounds cheaper than gas lets put some time researching that . -
Powerful. I love the format of the piece. The flow was choppy at parts and rightly so. I like how in the first stanza you create to distinct views and leave yourself open to as you said either boos or cheers. Gosh, thanks for the excellent read.
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Wow. Just wow.
I really love this. It's so powerful.
Very well said,
Awesome write.
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Wow, I love the way you draw me in with this write. It's so very well written! Verbiage here is outstanding! Great use of the english language! Vivid imagery!
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