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Leaning Fountains and Sand Dolphins

Story behind the Poem:




The Land of Leaning Fountains


Night


Balloon Exodus


Me, the Purveyor


Sand Dolphins Arrive


Migration by Night


Surveying a New Home


Celebration of a New Life


Dormant Tyrants...


Foreboding Signs by Day


Foreboding Signs During Rush Hour


Foreboding Signs at Night


Will of the Tyrants


Tyrants Grow Restless


Tyrants Sally Forth


Scouring the Land with Madness


The Land Futility Resists


Surprise from Over the Dim Horizon


Destruction of Freedom Commences


Madness Efficiently Executed


Dream of a Peaceful Sky


Awakened


Bleeding Skies


Weeping Fountain


Camp


Tyrants Near


Terror, Grief, and Exodus


Overtaken by Tyrants


A Bleak World


Land Crumbles, Sky Falls


Spirit Rekindles, A Ray of Hope


Spilling Tyrant Blood


Fearless Strength in a Bleak Hour


A New Dawn










The Poem:

From the Land of Leaning Fountains and Sand Dolphins-
The Spirit of Freedom

Ancient facades, free and wild,
monumental while vulnerable,
drums beating on the edge of time,
lurking, brooding, contemplating...

Mechanical madness, dials, knobs
point menacingly toward
Annihilate;
gleams of industrial grandeur
twisted by emotional scars,
whipped into hellish frenzy
vectored toward a blood-drenched squall
breaching inner guards of freedom
sublimity, transcendence dealt
a timeless, suspended death...

Scattered
roaming squads of pillage
murder, awaken reactions poised
to return an innocent, pre-war world
the calm and peace that crumbled swift
in winded, chaotic political decay
burning in a public eye
now classified as radical...

Ultramodern structures rise
smooth, no breaks, junctions, seams
complex architectural models
undulating concave beams
meet with convex social plans
sans random irregular activities;
angularities in free-flight paths
of ambition, undying tyrants
black-hearted, statued tyrants
rolling out shock and thunder
plunge in from the silver clouds
targeting a dark abyss...

Upward, skyward buzzing, massed
clustered, sneering slogans of death
over fields of midsummer nights...

A protest chant, crowds gather,
dispersed with warning, repression;
others go forward, loud, demanding
machine guns fire, disperse the crowd
speaking hopelessness, despair;

the dust settles higher than where it began
suggesting that a battle was won;
an ever-present, ever-reborn
hard to suppress spirit of freedom...





Author notes

abstract landscapes and photos by me...
-created with the scenario editor program for Empire Earth II
(from which my Journey Through Middle Earth scenario will be published in an upcoming Gold Edition, no less...)

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  • A. Lee S.
    January 27

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    A metaphoric medley...

    delicately, yet adamantly, juxtaposing landscapes of turmoil with brooding contemplation; concave architecture with convex socialism; despair with hope.

    It's wondrous visually and intellectually stimulating.

    Thanks for the re-read; I enjoyed it even more.

  • A. Lee S.
    January 26
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    Bloody optimist...

    suggesting that the battle had been won
    by the ever-present, dormant, reborn
    hard to kill spirit of freedom...

    This was my fav:

    Upward, skyward buzzing, massed
    clustered, sneering slogans of death
    over fields of midsummer nights...

    very visual... ample room for a variety of interpretation... propaganda stifling dreams; facist dictator's trampling hope...

    But then what need would there be for hope without atrocity's pertinent bane?

    Bravo... cool pics, __.


    • wbiro gold member
      January 27

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      thanks for the look- but a curse- I should be heading off to work (lucky I have my own hours), but you've spurred me to give this nascent piece a good going-over... and I did... and I'm glad I did, and I'm glad you did...

  • RechercheCadaver
    December 23, 2008

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    Very imaginative and dynamic imagery, I love this sense of direction, a sense of moving along with the poem, especially here in this part: "Upward, skyward buzzing, massed
    clustered sneering
    over fields of midsummer nights" There is an apocalyptic quality to this, reminds me of Orwell for some reason.

    • wbiro gold member
      December 23, 2008
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      hey, thanks for the look and comment- I see the poem itself is still a little plain, and I fixed the very last line... (sometimes when we create, especially a large piece, we run out of energy, and things are left unpolished)... ahhhh, I know what it needs- a little assonant/consonant/alliterative beautification...


  • Joseph Hollis
    November 15, 2008
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    Abstract and Analog.It's like an alien transmission.The sand dolphins would approve.


    • wbiro gold member
      November 15, 2008
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      thanks, still trying to make the writing a bit more poetic... difficult!


      • Joseph Hollis
        November 15, 2008
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        I think you've got "poetic" covered in your own unique style. It works.


  • FallingSideways silver member
    October 2, 2008

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    I am a fan of ambiguity and metaphors; something for the mind to puzzle over...
    However, the images made me laugh, most likely due to their source.


    • wbiro gold member
      October 2, 2008
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      thanks- other guys 'play' war games... I burned out and got creative, as you can see... lol


  • Wind 03
    August 14, 2008

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    woow

    as i read your work...you amaze me each time...brilliant!!! you are..keep up with the excellent work... )))

    hope reduced to despair, dust, death
    settling one step higher than where it began
    suggesting that a battle had been won
    by a new spirit of freedom...

    amazingggggggg

  • wbiro gold member
    June 14, 2008
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    thanks- and even though I chastize obscure metaphor, you can see I have no qualms about embracing it whenever, wherever...


  • Tangled Angle
    June 13, 2008
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    This is very cool. So much imagination put into this. Awesome.


  • SexyAngel0418
    June 6, 2008

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    wow... this is awesome!!! very attention catching and memorizing!!! You did a great job on this one...

    Hugs
    Beth

    PS I'm stopping by and reading a few!!!


  • Cannonsfire
    June 5, 2008
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    I think you are amazing! This is brilliant and so much work. Love, C


  • Darkend
    June 5, 2008

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    COOL

    This is the first poem i have ever seen like this. Very Unique. I loved the pictures, they add to the whole gradeur. Well done!


  • darell
    June 5, 2008

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    very nice

    a complicated piece of work written
    with great skill and talent.
    sorted images flash across the canvas
    in living colors of neon bright.
    A spectacle of mega proportions in
    the intergalactical odyssey of the mind.


  • frownsnfreckles
    June 5, 2008

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    An amazing piece of work! I didn't quite know what to make of it but was enthralled nonetheless by the surrealism of the visuals and then the drama of the written piece. The most creative page I have come across on 'allpoetry'

  • Your writing sparkles with the ornamentation of a long-lost age, a history we have shunned for the silver and chrome of the present. In essence, this is what the poem entails: nature destroyed by civilization, something made more effective by the pictures, but while they served as a fitting prologue and accompaniment to the piece, some might become discouraged at having to look at so many. Just a thought.

    I think this could be effective as well if it were sung... especially line 4... that pause between "lurking" and "brooding" says so much about how desire builds between the thought and the consequence.

    A revelatory and prophetic work. Great job!

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