In the dungeons below a grayish palace
That is shaped like a lock without a key
Built in the gate to the realm of malice
A black robed man squats on one knee
A bitter mind, paling the darkest night
Mutely worships the emperor of fright
His whispers put out the candle flames
His heart bears all the world’s blames
The soft rumors that echo in the dark
Summon all wicked spirits to embark
On board a vessel he christened Hate
That's bound to sail to mankind’s fate
Among the travelers aboard the ship
There are many familiar faces I know
Countless beings have joined this trip
And no one knows where they will go
I see long lost ancestors, you and me
Our young spawn and those yet to be
The air is cheerful and spirits are high
The reunion causes many of us to cry
The rule of time seems to have ended
Spirits of all times have at last blended
And as the great vessel sets out to sail
The blackest night suddenly turns pale
A mirror like ocean reflects our view
The journey shall be smooth and fast
As the ship cuts through emerald blue
Happiness seems meant to always last
Seagulls circle above the ship’s decks
Only the captain knows of the parallax
No one met him or has seen him yet
Joy leaves no time to think about that
While his claws firmly clutch the helm
Only he knows the route to the realm
Where the vessel’s true destination is
In no way mired by his soiled remiss
In the night when most are asleep
A breeze caresses the vessel’s hull
It does not worry any of the sheep
Who after celebrating, enjoy the lull
While the zephyr slowly gains force
Half the lot is drunk, the rest snores
The ocean’s ripples turn into waves
But the immense ship still behaves
Over the horizon however, a storm
Dilates in preparation to transform
A peaceful dream into a nightmare
Infinitely beyond history’s compare
At 3 AM the tempest had awoken all
The vessel fiercely pitched and rolled
Only the mysterious skipper stood tall
He steered the ship securely and bold
While travelers panicked and feared
Because the vessel ferociously veered
The journey would end here and now
God seemed to choose not to endow
Continuation of His beloved creation
Breaking His sacred oath of salvation
The skipper loved the people’s doubt
While exclaiming a triumphant shout
The huge vessel broke and went down
The passengers did not stand a chance
There were screams of dying all around
And prayers, gargles and despondence
Man’s struggle for life came to an end
In a furious carnage carefully planned
The skipper’s laughter filled the skies
Turning the world’s oceans into to ice
But in a distant place past the horizon
Under the remains of the ship’s mizen
A few survivors attempt to stay warm
Outside evil’s watch and brutal storm
A contest entry
- New Beginnings by ecrivain01.
5600 points, ended April 23, 2009, 13 entries
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Amazing indeed! You'd not be surprised at how much I can relate to your words here, would you Light? People need to wake up, most are sleepwalking now. I hope some get the message through reading this poem. And I wish you the best in the contest. Take care sweet Chris
Love,
Judy
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An amazing masterpiece! I am thrilled to have read this! It is an amazing tale, and yet one that I fear rings true. I cannot get over your style of writing, and the sense of completion that I feel at the end of your work, A brilliant masterpiece!
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Good
I am sickened by the fate of man.
I see the world in its stooper heading for distruction
the ocean is deep like this work
for me I look for the shore line where the bottom is close.
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Intriguing! This reads like a metaphore refering to the modern world and its eagerness to be led.
Whilst the skipper makes discovery we are fed with sensational stories of a divine destination;
you can possess right here and now in this life if your board the liar. Its motto being: think not about your future ot even your past; think about yourself!lol
Every-day the media threatens all our lives with the flood of evil... we run to the ark of deception
for safety, bound by fear giving up our inherent right to freely discover our own path to everything's destination. The boat shall probably be steered into the rocks by suicide semen
Great write! quite enthrawling. All the best in the contest!
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Awesome!
What more can I say about this tremendous masterpiece, Chris? As usual, your writing is deep and exceptionally thought provoking; hopefully leading many to realize the demise awaiting them if they do not repent. God is not a cruel God, else He would not have given man 6000 years to get it right. Alas, far too few heed and obey.
This, no matter what the contest theme, simply must take the GOLD; for it is pure talent of great magnitude. And, of course, you know TSaS wants this for the 14th broadcast.
Much love & hugs, SisBon
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Interesting write ...
and I must say I'm impressed, even if it's not what I had in mind for the contest. However, serendipity is nearly always a good thing. I'm glad to see this here.
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Well Done Brother!
Did a little after poem reading, I must say this reminds me of the titanic feel. For the Captian on that great ship had so much pride, he even wanted to go ahead and break record times just to fill his ego. First major travel, and his laughter filled the air, and the ship members were drunk and merry. You have inscribed about ten poems in one here for this story, and your art is picture flawless. Thanks for the insight through these right writes of light, and I always get something from the messages. Peace.
pontifex "bridge-builder"
"maximus" literally means "greatest"
a meaning I looked up, so I may understand better.
Thanks for sharing, and keep up the great works.
-Timothy aka poeticweaver~
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