Those that came upon the sea ship weaving
were lauded upon the shore
were drunk at the sight of the broken columns
the swollen prostates of the Dead Gods
swaying on crooked crosses
splitting the distant horizon.
To dance in thanksgiving at leaving
the thoughtout world
their rags singing to the stinging wind
that scours the barren landscape
leaving nothing but white bones in its wake
here the lie resides Beauty has fled
and bled sun burns their delicate skin
sears their eyes bends them to its will
standing as it does, still, in the wild sky.
The Poet in the dance says
this does something
to the snakes and spiders
drives them out of the soil of the mind;
into the blistered hand
to be staffs and talismans
against the howling ghosts
who had scored the land with pleasant words
Few expect to be brought here
to say
I thirst
but go unrewarded
as the clouds can only climb in the sad sky.
In a list
A contest entry
- For My Teachers (5300 points) by just rob.
5000 points, ended March 1, 2008, 21 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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This was a very good poem.Keep up the good work!
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Different
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Well written. It set a clear image in my mind. A good read.
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So very many descriptions, images overlapping into one another, summoning a barrenness, many emotions. Well done.
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cryptic and well spoken. Bleak images that speak to me a critique of religion (or maybe I'm reading my own thoughts into it). I love the abstract images and the creative manipulation of language.
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bravo
A plethora of potent poetic images here, certainly more that just a tad arcane, but most deftly done throughout... bravo... bravo... bravo -
this is what i needed to read today.. awesome poetr mistah!
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Oh mercy me.. I could be way off but this so reminded me of the Odyssey ...or Helen of Troy..
the line that stabbed me by far would be
"here the lie resides Beauty has fled"
either way it was a wonder poem and I love poems that make me think..
Take Care,
Catressa
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Being "the worlds best Atheist" (self proclaimed) I baulked at the title.
I'm glad I summoned up the courage to read on.
Nice words, written nicely.
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This is Poetry
"The poet in the dance says"
Thank you.
Sorrowfull, I am still better for the reading of this.
and speechless...
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This is an incredibly profound & intelligent penning, Poet. I see why you are on Rob's list of favorites. I cannot fathom why you were not on mine before now. I have rectified this egregious error. My best wishes to you in the contest. Wanda
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A plithera of poetic use in verse. A descriptively beauiful piece. And as for it's message. It resonates well.
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made me want to cry this one Mistah, the ageing of man and beast... the beauty and those who strive to work hard. unrequieted and universal love, the pleasantries of speaking to gods and poets...
what does it all mean, when we offer our calloused hands in offerings? I expect to go hunry for love and the clouds seem to piss down all the time here of late
yes, tis sad...
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