Oh black mask neurotic mess of fear mongering
deluge. . . have you come back once again to dance
the death dance across the once fertile plains,
the crucible of the soul, the alabaster tender skin
of a heart dressed in innocence?
I will not enlist in your schizophrenic
discombobulation that slaughters millions in the name
of some preposterous economic godhead.
I have seen it all before — the lassitude
of the minions creeping like evangelical despots
to the alter where Dick Cheney gives blessing to missiles
draped in stars and stripes amphora.
Allah bleeding upon Christ’s feet
and the misnomer of holy vows, child eyes blown
asunder by replicas of once peaceful deities, now hungry
to dismiss half the world because the oil sands
represent prosperity.
Oh you afterbirth of blatant power
that undermines 2 million Muslum wombs,
you non differential harlot spreading your epic thighs
of Hollywood propaganda and menstruating
the cruel cycle of non miraculous ministrations . . .
I disown you, stare into your face encrusted
with dried saliva, embittered by Bin Laden images on
billboards that allow you to further your aggression . . .
Bells clang in empty cathedrals, demonstrators
ignored at political conventions, Hell’s angel gone
underground with a smirk upon his ruddy face
because he no longer has to assassinate the already
assassinated minds of the half asleep populace.
A mad Texan dips his rudimentary cup into
the extravagant expulsion of genocidal wine,
beats his chest with an ape man’s fist
and sips nonchalantly in the bowels of the pentagon.
The ghosts of clerks, bankers, firemen
and priests wander aimlessly down the streets
of Manhattan, their blistered hands seeking
substantial answers never to be found . . . answers hidden beneath
an Everest of paperwork disguised as truth, answers that
vibrate under the seats of bullet proof limousines,
answers that are muted by some henchman on the lower
east side of America with his boots stuck in the vagina
of oil derricks and the suicidal eyes of soldiers.
Oh we all watched as the two monoliths
burned in slow motion upon television screens
repugnant and hideous, ashes strewn on every kitchen table,
every child’s desk disguised as education,
every gas guzzling vehicle swallowing up the highways
in the land of the free where there is no real freedom,
just some nostalgic lonesome longing devoid
of tubercular horizons or massive graveyards decorated
with a couple of centuries of white crosses.
I admonish you, you monster headed dragon,
you putrid sorcerer serpent hellbent to swallow
its own tail . . . and as Woody Guthrie rolls over in his grave,
I pick up my pen and go hunting for a rooftop
to enunciate my displeasure.
A contest entry
- I want it raw by Travel Notes.
600 points, ended September 14, 2008, 13 entries
Silver trophy winner
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well-spoken and well-written for sure!!. I sensed the hate in here and i liked the fact that you werent afraid to speak your mind and tell it how you see it
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This is a very well thought out piece.. well done in that respect.. however, and I know this is going to come out very very wrong, I cant judge it. Please understand that I truly respect your brilliant words but this seemed to be more like sentences put in paragraphs and not poetry... I know this may seem judgemental but I cannot judge it fairly with a bias.. so I best not judge it at all and allow another entry.
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Oh well . . . I guess we have differing views regarding what is and what is not poetry . . . funny tho, I have already published five books and they are in Universary libraries in Canada and America . . .
Marc
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This is amazing, i love it. theres so much feeling in it. the vocab is amazing too, so many words that make the poem have so much more feeling. great job and good luck
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Speechless.
Absolutely speechless.
Thank you for entering and good luck ♥
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great work! but the spacing is a bit distracting for a poem
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What awesome words you have used in this write. Certainly one that will give readers food for thought. This is raw and this fits into both poem contests you have entered them in. Our world is not the world it used to be, and because of this cowardly act, our whole lives and outlook have changed. We are no longer carefree and trusting, we now look at certain people with distain and suspicion. Life is not the way it should be. Not sure it will ever be again, either.
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Profound and Powerful Truths!
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definately thought provoking. i have to be honest and say that i don't agree with your opinion on this subject, but i did enjoy reading this piece and hearing your voice so clearly through it amongst the use of some very vivid metaphors. you gave me exactly what i asked for. and have deeply stirred the minds by all who read this piece i'm sure.
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Thank you muchly for the silver goblet . . .
Marc
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I liked what you wrote, but I just want to explain something here:
Arabs and Muslims aren't the main reason for terrorism as people always think, in fact, Islam always encourages peace, and what happens under the name of islam is actually done by its enemies.
The real terrorists are the ones who kill children and women and the old everywhere in the world. The real terrorists are the ones who prevent Muslims from praying in their mosques. The Israeli who kill children in Palastine while NOBODY calls them terrorists.
thanks for sharing this write with us.
sherry
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Shorouk . . . Please go back and read this piece again because I fear that perhaps you have misinterpreted it somehow. I happen to be in total agreement with nearly everything you have stated in your comment . . . It pains me to think that there are children, families being slaughtered by the economic conglomerate . . . this is the monster that I am trying to address, the eye for an eye mentality that is, unfortunately, so prevelant in the world . . .
peace,
Marc
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Such a tough subject. You've done well to avoid any of the usual raw anger and quickly expressed prosecution of terrorists which usually comes first on this topic. The focus is purely on the more complex, poignant subject of the event's effects and how painfully, a disaster was allowed to take place. Here such a political mess is conveyed with such a tangiable clarity that could be felt by any reader. I'm sure the world would be a saner place if polititical figures could see through these eyes of reason. I feel this when I hardly feel anything else (though I'm sure I've missed the point completely. Still- Inspirational, even to me and I'm delusional). I see this provoking some great thought in others..
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Gemma . . . I just had to respond to this oh so lucid comment. You have completely interpreted this piece, have grasped what I was trying to say so perfectly! There will be some who read this scribble and feel anger toward its content, others will think, (see below), that I am trying to honor those who were unfortunately killed in this tragedy . . . But it is a statement regarding murdering others, an act of either revenge or an attempt to monopolize the flow of oil . . . Do not ever under estimate your abilities of perception girl . . . you hit this one right on the head and I thank you for it . . .
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Glad I gathered your intentions..
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wow! what a write. Thanks for remembering 9-11 and honoring our fallen.
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I think I will have to agree to disagree with practically all of your conclusions. I do think your voice is very important, and asking questions that should be asked. Wars should never be prosecuted flippantly.
What the arab fundementalist have accomplished is effective and ingenious. With a minimum of men and equipment they have slipped a knife between the two entities of our culture's provision for dealing with predatory peoples; the police for domestic, and military for nation states. Those are the only two tools we have to work with, and terrorist do not fit cleanly in either category. One is too little, the other too much...
And so we appear to overreact to action we must react to. Iraq is the muslim bread basket, it is not just desert and the bulk of the food is grown there. The worst terrorist come from Syria and Iran. We have about a hundred thousand troops right next to them. The most devout can walk to where the marines are, and that keeps them from coming to the Conus. Which when we leave, they will do...
The peaceful, social protest styles of Ghandi and MLK only work on decent, societies committed to the idea of fairness. Unfortunately, our actions must be geared to the attitudes and understanding of the enemy. We may very well have eliminated a Hitler in the making at about 1938 era, who was well funded, had ambitions of uniting the arab/muslim world for conquest. He caused millions of deaths himself. Messy business, indeed. -
Powerfull Write
I am watching something about 9/11 right now on the History Channel. I remember getting ready for my job that day and seeing a plane hit the tower. My mom and dad were still sleeping and I told them and they were in disbelife. Then I looked at the t.v and said now another plane hit the other tower. Then they came and watched the t.v. What those terrorists did that day was horid crule. You just have to sit back and say why? That act of terror did not help or further their cause I think it just made the world mad. I think that was your over all tone in this poem I belive.
Great Write for a sad subject.
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Actually, the poem is not attacking the so called terrorists as much as it is expressing the deplorable aftermath that has occured since then . . . I even have doubts as to who and where these so called terrorists came from and question how did they get such easy axcess to American airspace . . . I have said enough me thinks . . .
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Yes, I feel you.
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Thanks Lady L . . . it soothes me somewhat . . . This was a tough blister to scribble, it kept pulsating and I didn't want to do it, but well, I guess it just had to pop sometime . . .
Marc
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From the moment Adam & Eve set foot in the Garden of Eden they were tempted, if you believe this story then the temptation and destruction of man and his morals has been on a downward spiral since the dawn of time, it leaves little to the imagination that we can hope now that millions can be changed when even 2 could not. But...I don't give up that easily and perhaps this is no different than Christ's temptation by the devil, it's just ours are in numbers rather than just one.
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Tis a diseased world
when the answer to death is death, the answer to terror a multiplication of terror. The gypsy, with a glass orb, the clergy with shaking fist, have no answer for ghosts, no excuses for verses of repeating mayhem.
When the victims of world war tug "friendly" giants into another, the eon of thought is but another ghost, the hope for a grisly species, dimmed.
My momma taught me that two wrongs don't make a right. It's too bad NONE of our leaders had a momma like mine.
A military carrier should disqualify a man for any leadership position. It is ideas, and not death that we should export around the world, FAIR trade, and the man who fights with ideas that should lead. Until these things come to pass, we, and the lemmings, stand as the only animals stupid enough to commit suicide.
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The first sentence of your response to this piece says it all Rob . . . as we all go marching two by two over the ridiculous abyss of folly . . . Carry on post Beat poet . . .
Marc
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