Then you would not need a butcher's knife
to slice into an autopsy of todays date,
don't, don't, ask again that I delve deeply
into the breathing, basket-case of a cadaver
that I have become, numb, in the discolouration
of there being no deity to free me,
for hysterical blindness is not the birth right
of those born in the misplaced slam-wham-take-that
of Vietnam and if you cannot see that then
you are neither a being being human
nor do you walk with the ache of a humanitarian.
A contest entry
- Poetry Charades: Colors by Bitter Irony.
450 points, ended September 6, 2008, 18 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
constructive critique welcome.
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The strong arm of politics is often found flexing it's muscle over the weak, hungry and poverty stricken- heartbreaking. This captures the frustration, passion and despair of a humanitarian's heart reaching out into the dark heart of war. Beautifully done.
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"...you are neither a being being human
nor do you walk with the ache of a humanitarian."
I have to say, I loved these lines to such an extent that I had to comment and tell you.
The twist in language is fantastic, I'm in slight awe here =3
Good luck 'n all, applause for you.
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Wow! Very powerful poetry.
As for the color...is it gray?
Thanks for entering the contest, and good luck!
~Bitter Irony
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good luck in the contest
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you are a fabulous poet!
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Very well done. Good luck in the contest.
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Powerful and propelled at speed, through such strong imagery I am shaken at the end.
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Oh Christ, the powerful music I find in your work never ceases to amaze me . . . you sing like a beautifully wounded bird, naked, raw and unpretentious . . . love this one Yvette!!!
Marc
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"for hysterical blindness is not the birth right
of those born in the misplaced slam-wham-take-that
of Vietnam and if you cannot see that then
you are neither a being being human
nor do you walk with the ache of a humanitarian."
Powerful and incisive. Amazing!
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