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hunger

how disappointing does it seem
when
honest words
are obligated ... forced to
feast upon the feminine flowers
offered unto us
from his poisonous, pious plate?

Star of Bethlehem
Bloodroot
White Oleander
Lily of the Valley
Jasmine
Ivy
Christmas Rose
Iris
Yesterday-Today-and-Tomorrow

i’ve eaten them all ~ blunt, wet,
a death that’s
as unsatisfying as
the harlot’s quavering cunt
that screams
for
“God the Mortal”,
“God the Abstinent”,
“God the Existentialist”

the latter being a new testament
to
crucified followers
eager to utter fallacies, and
hallow the wrong way
my turn of phrase “to be human”.

 

H.L. Peterson (August 2009)

Author notes

"we were (not were) buried alive
we collapsed in the veins of spanish moss graveyards
we swam the mud yellow pools of stagnant sunlight
in the ancient cypress bones, in the crucifix morning"

quote by George McKim

you know me ... they see white, i see an off-shade of olive green

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  • Snowing Kisses gold member
    August 29
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    wow okay now im oficially jealous
    this is excellent
    u rock serioul
    damn thetalent is for sharingdnt be greedy lmao
    brvo
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  • jantastic gold member
    August 27

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    Interesting take on the quote, don't know that I've ever read about honesty feasting on poisonous plants - I like it. Of course, you are a master at the religious imagery. I wonder if "obliged" would fit better sound-wise than "obligated"? I'm a bit under-caffeinated right now so the brain isn't quite forming the thoughts I'd like it to. But, you know me...


  • Grunts Girl gold member
    August 10

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    hmmm olive huh...
    now i want a martini
    i am drawn in this to one question.... why only pretty flowers?
    do we never hunger for the ugly? I feel almost like victimization to the start of this... and then i wonder... what about the poor ugly flower that sits alone- ah maybe she is ready with a 9mm packing
    i dont know why i went there--- i questioned writing where my head went but then i figured... why the hell not... I just go where i go.

    and then i go to the weird world of religion and priest molesting the altar boys

    yup... i need to be burned at the stake.

    I liked this so very much. I like anything that makes my mind wander to places totally interesting and different.

    • A Prophet of 3 gold member
      August 11
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      sure they are pretty, but also poisonous ... thanks for the comment, made me smile


  • Night Hope gold member
    August 10

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    This poem reminded me of my piece, "When Librarians Howl" in some respects. Among other things, it addresses the "fawning, clinging ivy", which is an ugly metaphor for our base of readers - those who cannot seem to be honest with us even at a moment when we need them to be. Sigh. Your first and final stanzas seem to encompass my chagrin, as well. Good luck in Danny's contest, Scribe.

  • Rowan gold member
    August 8
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    I like olive green. This is good, reads very smooth. Great ending too.


  • Emmyb gold member
    August 8

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    You address the theme of honesty and using honesty in poetry quite frequently but you lead from example in every piece also.
    Your first verse struck a nerve and the rest of the poem blew me away




    xx always reading.

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