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Orphan of War

Postwar pretext
You'll hide my diamond ice,
I'm a waif of war
Forgotten amongst hero's...

Warble chains
Hack lose my last hope
No saga to tell
Lost to the Taliban...

Rhetoric chants
Finally you found me,
Resurrect me 
Take me home.

Abandoned by war
To be raised your way,
I'll be
Contempted prior to investigation.  

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G o r e c k i

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  • Wow! Im not going to jump on the band wagon and be like you cool non-english commenting people so i hope you dont mind english

    This was amazing. I think this would of been a great song.


  • individuality gold member
    September 23

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    a good piece of poetry penned, ah it is a sad place we live in, i was just watching a little of the news last night and caught something about refugees escaping france and trying to get into britain. jumping on the back of trucks to escape persecution. it seems there, they are having a go at people. it seems to be the same deep down prejudice that is lingering in the air,.


  • Ken-Maverick
    September 20

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    "Abandoned by war
    To be raised your way,
    I'll be
    Contempted prior to investigation."

    That is one killer ending!!
    Wonderfully penned poet, some deep ponders in this.

    Ken


  • Rick Weston silver member
    September 9

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    some good writing to capture this subject so well. i particularly like "I'm a waif of war Forgotten amongst hero's..." - so nicely rendered.

    very well done.


  • sgking123 gold member
    September 9

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    wow

    what a lament of a start..a poet super...I loved this start dear:

    Postwar pretext
    You'll hide my diamond ice,
    I'm a waif of war
    Forgotten amongst hero's...

    keep up the good work and let us have more of it.Please go
    through my latest You Gonna Like it,and other poems as well.

  • Luvit

    Dear Poet,

    thank you for taking your time and talent to entery my contest: "contempt prior to investigation."
    would you be so kind as to place the author of the quote in your author
    notes; it was requested in the rules.
    please notify me when you've completed by im with title of poem.

    Finaly you found me
    Do you mean "finally?" rather than 'finaly'

    I so appreciate where you went with this prompt or where it took you.

    wishing you the best
    till then
    stay
    liquid


  • Arjita gupta
    August 23

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    You have said so much in few words that it doesnot need to be elongated.
    The pain and helplessness stares right through each word and is very heart wrenching.
    Reminds me of the horrid cases that people suffered due to the war they went through, caught in the ropes of questions and questions that leaves the mind grazed forever....

    Great expression here.

  • Speechless.

    My God.
    (stares; incredulous)
    ...you are a poet, Lady Gorecki.
    A certified, card carrying poet... such talent.
    Succinct and sublime.
    (bows low)
    ...I am left with questions after this composition... questions
    about it's origin... your origin... the origin of your skill...

    Origin.
    (ponders listlessly)
    ...something from which anything arises or is derived...
    ...a source.
    (grins)

    ...Nirvana.

    You have been added to my list, poet. Wherever your skill derives from...
    Do the likes of us in AP a favor...
    ...keep showing us how it is done.

    Flawless write.
    Humbled again.





    • Dryad Enya
      August 22
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      Answer
      (states)
      ...to reply or respond by word or act...
      ...To you.
      (smiles)

      Skill something I never had not with poetry although I should claim that with luck...
      It derives from the mind
      ...something that is polished with nightmares of

      this past.
      (gazes into your eyes)
      I'm falling dear Knight
      can you catch me?...


  • Angelo di Luce gold member
    August 21
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    Leave it as it is
    Nicely done


  • Deaths Prayer
    August 21
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    Nice poem best of luck in the contest

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