A poet without provenance
Nor petty word from pursed lips
No words of bitter vengeance
Are persued with pen tips
No longing nor lonely notions rest
Upon thin tree skin
With air in chest no beating breast
Could conjure what's within,
Sighless, soundless, silence still
'Cross this Muses breezeless ocean
Her lovely mouth open shrill
As ancient dust gathers motion
And all that we could be in he
In Gods gleaming eye
He exists not today we see
As children lay to die
For how can one of such glory
Stand by and watch the din?
And all the divinity that we ken
Is no longer let in
For minds are not foolish
And people do not refrain
In pain we see them disappear
For all revered
The bird, a cross
The Albotross
Round neck across
The greed of cost
Will hang just the same
Author notes
It's nice to finally have time to share my poetry 
A contest entry
- Standing in the storm.... by Ana-Andrea.
1400 points, ended October 19, 2008, 34 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Words used in the possessive need an apostrophe before the 's,' for example: Muse's and God's.
Albotross should be Albatross.
Some interesting thoughts and imagery here. Thanks for entering! Best wishes, BookGirl
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