I sing a song of life and time,
I sing a song of will and mind,
Of sorrow for a lost logic,
For ignorance has made me sick,
Yet, somehow I feel more than strong
Enough to offer you a song.
The steep slope has a little hole that leads into the ground.
I climb the mountain from inside when nobody’s around.
It’s dark and lonely in the cave, the odor stale and strange,
But when I exit from the top the whole world’s rearranged.
The annals of mankind record
The consciousness we can’t afford
Has put our minds on overload
With fear from Hammourabi’s code.
So silently it feeds and grows
And people fall like dominoes.
Convergence of the sun and Earth have merged to make their mark.
As witnessed by the moon and stars whenever it is dark.
I made the damp and dirty climb inside the hollowed Earth
To look upon the sun again in spirit of rebirth.
As some may live so some shall not,
For some will learn what can’t be taught,
Still others flounder and may drown,
Or catch the boat next time around.
The mystery of what I say
Is who can listen anyway?
The passion gifted from the winter, summer, spring and fall
Convinces me alone I cannot understand at all.
But sailing safely on the winds of north, south, east and west
I’m leaping from this mountaintop in knowledge I am blessed.
Author notes
I know this is a couple lines over the limit, sorry, it just happened.
In a list
A contest entry
- A LIVING POEM by Purush.
700 points, ended November 29, 2008, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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...and that, grasshopper, is flying...
wonderful song/poem, full of wisdom. I like the image of rebirth from inside the earth, the primordial cave, to view the heavens with rearranged eyes
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I think I'm one of those that will always flounder.. but I keep
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"For ignorance has made me sick,
Yet, somehow I feel more than strong
Enough to offer you a song."
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"The passion gifted from the winter, summer, spring and fall
Convinces me alone I cannot understand at all.
But sailing safely on the winds of north, south, east and west
I’m leaping from this mountaintop in knowledge I am blessed."
A nicely worded description of the seasons and nature tuning at its best
Wish you all the best in my contst
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perfecto rhyma!
My teacher, Dark Otter, informed me that you were worth bookmarking. The rhymes all check out perfectly. -
"living indeed" your poetical bent shone through this one and sparkled; An enjoyable read, indeed
lol
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