More than just the random scribblings
of a dark complacent mind
Pouring forth, the tainted flood
of images both cruel and kind
If I cut myself open,
it is more than just flesh
and blood
and bone I find.
There is poison deep within
in bowel
and brain,
in heart and soul.
Anger is the little killer,
raging tongue and heart control.
Black, the light, which fills my eyes,
death the calling card I bear
A mask, a smile
a yellow grin
pain and pleasure
unaware.
Passion is a trumpet's call
an invitation to the end
Lovers preach and liars rule
followers belief suspend
While I look on in fascination
in cynicism just pretend
Ich bin der Fischer vor der Flut
to catch a life I sit and wait
while stormclouds gather on my brow
forty days, the heart's deluge
the love
the laughter
and the hate.
A contest entry
- Poet's Choice by Luna Tique Fringe.
1800 points, ended May 7, 2008, 12 entries
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Comments
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Lovers preach and liars rule...wow...I love this line...Ich Binder Fischer Vorder Flut...German? I think so but I'm not suer I love how you added in a different languge...very good write thank you for entering
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A piercingly dark piece, excellent flow and emotion. Thanks for the great entry. Hugs, Bunny
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WOW.
I simply love your work. You write like an old master: somber, intense, driven.
Well done, Poet.
Love
Myra
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This disturbs me a bit..thanks for entering.
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to catch a life I sit and wait
while stormclouds gather on my brow
Feeling that!!!
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Wasn't that just PIERCING....
wow! I can't imagine what you would do with a PROMPT..
that really unleashed you.....goodness, i loved the
rhythum in this poem, and almost prose like descriptions,
very powerful! very powerful!
Would love to hear your heart burst through with
attacking fearlessly love!
ears/Seattle BRAVO! BRAVO!
very smart and cleverly written! feast of a poem!
I enjoyed it from start to finish...you built the
flow from slow to rhythemic to fast and then released
us...upon stillness of the emotions cast.
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Lyrical and passionate. A really wonderful piece. I'd say the opening line is a little clunky compared to the res of the piece, but that's not only personal taste, it's nitpicking. Great work.
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Nice poem man. the underlying allusion to the bible strengthens the rhetoric. have some clappies for embracing cynicism.
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I didn't know how to pronounce "Ich bin der Fischer vor der Flut" (Ik Bean Dur Fisher Vohr Dur Floot?), so I found that line to be a bit of a sticking point so far as the flow of the poem goes .. but that's more my error than yours! I've never been very good with alternate languages .. sign language I can do, but that'd be kinda hard to put into type!
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this is wonderful, the raw energy just bounces of the page one of the best poems i have read in a while, def one of the best on this site... good poet.. oh ps the dark stark imagery was a treat to read... excusse me now i must go and book mark this and add you to my fav list
John
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