There are fingers that caress
fallacies of man-maker blades;
penis extension required.
How accidental birth
can taint pavements,
leave you a shadow
in white-bright world,
and like coffee crème
chocolates, be abhorred.
Syllables of slaughter
cut with calm precision,
ruthless candour buries
points beyond redemption,
but pain isn’t colour conscience
and screams taste the same
in the night.
Kith and kin, we all grow
in times field,
yet I wonder,
who carries the greater stigmata.
A contest entry
- PIF ~ Themed by Naridill.
500 points, ended January 24, 2008, 6 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - #52 Turning bronze to gold by daviscth.
300 points, ended March 5, 2008, 46 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Be honest
Comments
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The last 2 lines really summed this up for me.
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Strong point - enriched and phrased with powerful captions that are more than memorable and needed in turn to learn.
Thanks for entering,
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"taint pavements", "white-bright world" Excellent turns of phrase in this.
A hard hitter.
Best of luck in this contest. Be well. ~Pamela





