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We could have
gathered at the end zone
near the all-natural
green poles and free markets
melting or not;
but everyone was cold
this November…
we were told.
Now we can’t meander,
seek our own shelter, warmth.
We have to line up
behind the jack booted
orderlies.
Follow the queue
the populous
the view, the tofu.
The radiation of the
Mesianic promise,
enslaved, turned skin
black...
...no turning black...
they had dropped the O-bomb.
~
Author notes
puerta el número uno - contraversial
A contest entry
- Decisions Decisions by Dalaney.
1150 points, ended August 20, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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seems to be no end to your hate as well.
At least we hate equally...that's a start. -
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Nope. Not even close.
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Rose, the prompt asked for "controversial" so this piece is a politlical write that starts out with a sports metaphore.
Add an "a" to the last word and it all might pull together for you. If not then IM me.
Paul -
Very thought-provoking...
I'm sorry to ask, but what is the O-bomb?!!?
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Just like Lane said! I love football too. Real football not that English stuff. hehe.... Nice work!
Love,
Amera
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ooo, your mood is clapping?! LOL.
Hmm... it's almost the season again. I can hear those boys hitting the field.
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" Follow the queue
the populous
the view, the tofu."
lol. I'm not much of a sports fan, but I like this one.
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Blue 42, blue 42... hut!
What a perfectly obscure and odd poem you've created here! I love the imagery and the sense of herding in your second and third stanzas. Keep your pen to the page and good luck in the contest!
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Thank you sir!
Paul
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