There he sat upon that window
watching his world pass by
tears.
Fits of silence broken
by the brisk air of frozen
fears.
No he sat atop the roof
his bottle of peace clenched so
tightly.
His fears would soon depart
to show his smile shining
brightly.
His mother was too kind
He'd say, to me, some time
ago.
His father, far too proud
of great deeds he'd never
show.
Oh, his sighs led to chokes
and the choking helped
forget.
He choked upon his life
through his past and feint
regret.
No his life, it never was
for it was wasted by his
liquor.
Even, god could not save him
he knew a way which was quite
quicker.
Yes he knew a shorter way
than to sit and wait in
pain
He'd said, "I'll never pray to god,
for it shall always end in
vain."
A contest entry
- Frank Zappa Lyric Inspired Contest # 1 by BluesMan.
875 points, ended September 2, 2008, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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A very interesting take on the prompt. This is a very powerful piece of writing here my friend. I wouldn't say never pray to God. More like I seldom pray to God... Hum... I tend to get much better results when I listen to him. Thank you for entering my c
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Quite unZappa-like; don't think it fits the contest you've entered this in- it does however look faintly like a sober attack on a godless Zappa-madness, but then the end contradicts all that; perhaps it is a parallel madness that you share with Zappa that is being presented here? That, or you were just too mentally tired to make any sense (as is all too often the case in 'poets' today, most of whom write at 3am...!)
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I'm sure I was not "too mentally tired" to make sense, as I was trying to take the excerpt and put it in my own way. It may not mimic Zappa's style but I did what I could.
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