Long grass spills its dew into a network of torrents, which rush across my skin.
Bastions of coral soil tremble beneath my feet.
Behind me a jester retreats, creasing with consuming hysteria.
Before me refracting yields of splintered, arced light throw constellations of ordained wealth into the restless landscape.
My path looms; the evergreen swamp pulsates with menacing monition.
Ospreys soar in the carmine sky.
The air is still...
Shrouds of fire erupt from the belly of our foe. Their steel breath whistles crisp melodies, dealing fatal stings to the beat of the sirens snare.
We plumit, parrying the crimson floods, which burst from the banks of the departed.
Between great butress roots I drift now, lost in the southern haze.
Above me the canopy's hypnotic sway levitates sweet memories among glancing rays.
Earsplitting blasts breach my refuge. Shaking like a broken clanger, I sink beneath stagnant water, revelling in my immunity to fear.
A pseudo-ally hauls me to my feet. My treaty is lost, my sentence prevails.
Triumphantly, the deluded champion drags my mass back into the fray. He sees all the colours of glory. I see sepia stills of a weeping widow.
Alas, the lashing tongues of angry assassins thwart his last vein melee.
The mettle in his eyes fades. An invincible gaze caught in time & lost on the threshold of a raw nerve.
I turn and float facedown into an aquatic wonderland. Surface ripples lap my broken body, soothing my fissured wounds.
Reeds swagger in a bonny jibe whilst Flagfish dart with lavish grace, creating illustrious formations of sights I have seen.
Within all this the jesters crooked head reels with delight.
I smile, euphoric in fruition. For I know this fool is I.
Charging towards the light I deliver my last assay- a cartwheel, a somersault, one last cry of war.
Author notes
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“If you build a fantasy based on a false assumption and continue to build on such a fantasy, your whole existence becomes a lie which you implant in others who are too lazy or too busy to question its truth. In this manner you threaten the very existence of reality, because by refusing to obey its laws, those laws engulf and destroy you”. – The Blood Red Game – Michael Moorcock
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Reality is only what we make up around us and agree as a society is real, I could convince a hundred people of my dream and turn it into reality, it is only another dimension in which we feel safe. I loved this poem, War is such a sickening part of reality a painted over horror that we all accept with a glass of water like a pill, how sad. Beautiful poem though, lovely images
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Long grass spills its dew into a network of torrents, which rush across my skin.
Bastions of coral soil tremble beneath my feet.
Behind me a jester retreats, creasing with consuming hysteria.
Before me refracting yields of splintered, arced light throw constellations of ordained wealth into the restless landscape.
My path looms; the evergreen swamp pulsates with menacing monition.
Ospreys soar in the carmine sky.
The air is still...
really great -
WOW.that's all i can say
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A pseudo-ally hauls me to my feet. My treaty is lost, my sentence prevails.
Triumphantly, the deluded champion drags my mass back into the fray. He sees all the colours of glory. I see sepia stills of a weeping widow.
Alas, the lashing tongues of angry assassins thwart his last vein melee.
The mettle in his eyes fades. An invincible gaze caught in time & lost on the threshold of a raw nerve.
what a great poem -
a good piece of poetry which flows smoothly along the course of life and poetry with a gentle ease and understanding.
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'My path looms; the evergreen swamp pulsates with menacing monition.
Ospreys soar in the carmine sky.' I love how you use colors to describe the surroundings and not just everyday color like red, green, blue, whatever, but colors maybe not a lot of people have heard like carmine and evergreen. And this whole poem is strong and excellently written, but for me, the strongest line is 'Shrouds of fire erupt from the belly of our foe. Their steel breath whistles crisp melodies, dealing fatal stings to the beat of the sirens snare.' That whole thing is just.... wow... fuckin' amazing. I honsetly can't believe you only got an honorable win here, because this is really good and deep and it actually makes you think.
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Long grass spills its dew into a network of torrents, which rush across my skin.
Bastions of coral soil tremble beneath my feet.
Behind me a jester retreats, creasing with consuming hysteria.
These are my favorite lines. This poem has much to share with the world, not just with AP. As you said in your author notes:“If you build a fantasy based on a false assumption and continue to build on such a fantasy, your whole existence becomes a lie which you implant in others who are too lazy or too busy to question its truth. In this manner you threaten the very existence of reality, because by refusing to obey its laws, those laws engulf and destroy you”. – The Blood Red Game – Michael Moorcock
This is all and very true to the world of today.
A man was in the bar the other night,
Trying to argue to start a fight,
He said he knew of the Vietnam war,
But all he really knew just grew and grew into a lie,
Then finally the man sitting beside him had enough,
He looked straight at him and said thats a lie,
He said how would you know you never had to fight,
There I was right smack dab middle in the war,
I was there saw it all with my very own eyes,
The man looked at him and said what's that matter,
Theres no need for this here fight,
We could make it on our own,
And he just kept going,
Rubbing it in the other man's nose,
Finally he did it he really said too much,
Old Wayne did it finally and he was tough,
He got up on his old bar stool,
And let the old man really have it,
He knocked old Clyde right off that stool,
Then he simply replied,
Now thats quite enough,
Thats all I have to say,
I'm done,
I know it happened because I was there,
And I saw it with my very two eyes,
As I watched from the Restraunt on the other side,
Just simply being a dishwasher in life.
Thank you for sharing with me.
It was great.
God Bless.
Have a great day.
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Very deep. I love the imagery, and the underlying message. The poem was smooth, rather than all over the place, and it was extremely moving. Very vivd. I like the way you've mixed nature with the situation in such a descriptive way, and also in a way that makes sense. Good job!
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wow!i love this poem!its so amazing!i love the beggining!its so bueatiful how you put these words into a poem!you have my vote for one of the best poems on this site!thanx for listening to what i have to say!always do your best and never give up!
sincerely,
sweetdancer (yasmine)
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This piece has long line structures, which to me makes it a prose piece, however, prose is an essential form of poetry to me and this is very good example.
This piece also is very vivid, great imagery and good story well told.
Good write.
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Wonderful writing
And then the 'lie' becomes the 'truth,' if told often enough. Your piece is outstanding. The word hold such power. Wonderful writing indeed. Very deep.
All the best my friend
Wayne
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I have seen my share of war. Maybe not with a gun in hand but I sure have seen life. It is there all the time haunting me. Great write.
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"I see sepia stills of a weeping widow."
Wow, this is really descriptive! Great wording and adjective use! It almost seem like you are high from the beauty of nature. Good job and good luck in the contest! -
wow this is such a powerful write. I love the way you described the storyline and what is happening in this young man's life, it is such a different way of expressing everything. It wasnt overloaded either, flowed smoothly, it was if I was reader a letter that he wrote to his loved ones back home.
beautiful, sad and awesome write.
All the best
~Hollow~
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