Let's see if you can come across my spirit
pressed like Laura Ingle's 3rd grade flower
between the pages of a grammar book faded
and tied with twine
floating among the lines of this grand illusion:
symbols symbolizing sounds that represent reality.
Discovering the jaw of the T-Rex
in the encrusted rusted sandstone of time
and chipping away with your awl
only to brush the dust and blow your bad breath
into the cavities of eons past without understanding
how impervious to knowledge you truly are.
Contentious to the end and riding that wave
to the infrared climax of divinity
without so much as a hallowed hush to precede your
ambitious amblings toward eternal consecration
entombed in the infernal ineptitude that graces
humanity wholly without prejudice.
Have you found it yet, because I myself am tired
of tapping out these pale and elusive constructs of meaning
that will probably lead you nowhere and take me directly
into the arms of boredom and secure non-recognition,
and besides, my toes are sore for, you see,
I've had both my arms torn off in the war.
Author notes
I'm glad you are looking for talent among man, but I'm afraid you are deceiving yourself! Feel free to connect with me, and visit my profound music at www.nakedadam.net
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Comments
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I agree. this poem is amazing, the ending seemed kinda rushed. butt the memories and emotions displayed here are stunning.
between the pages of a grammar book faded
and tied with twine
floating among the lines of this grand illusion:
symbols symbolizing sounds that represent reality.
I love that part -
War of Words
When the war of words becomes so intense you actually feel you've had your arms symbolically blown off, the determined poet taps out verse with his toes, only to be summarily dismissed by rantings like some of those listed above and below.
More of my words, set to my own music, at www.nakedadam.net -
An almost utterly senseless ending. Sort of cheating in my opinion. Just because you couldn't twine it all up nicely into a package...
Good writing though, and good flow. I think you maybe were in a gestalt and expected the reader to fly suddenly into another at the very end, but I really think you were tired and didn't care. How do you end such a beautiful piece?
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Quite terse and calm
It´s a psalm with many mataphors I knew, it made me forced to reflect it. It could be a hit :-) Marek
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interesting piece here...
the last stanza was almost brutally complete...
Have you found it yet, because I myself am tired
of tapping out these pale and elusive constructs of meaning
that will probably lead you nowhere and take me directly
into the arms of boredom and secure non-recognition,
and besides, my toes are sore for, you see,
I've had both my arms torn off in the war.
keep on writing!
mike, aka jonathan wikkins -
Sadistically Sickening
How appaulingly MANNISH! You BRUTE! You SAVAGE! Keep your filth in the locker room! Go shower up and prepare for tea...
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