Poetry is my disciplinarian
when it's not swimming
against the tide.
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It binds me with a silken cord
then drags me along
for the ride.
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Starving me into submission
then spoon-feeding me
a sumptuous feast,
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it stirs my primitive urges
then weilding a whip,
tames the barbarous beast.
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On the edge of the precipice
it precariously dangles me,
while extending a hand,
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then disembowels me
while stitching my wound
with its remedial golden strand.
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Poetry cradles me gently
with sweet cooing sounds,
then scorns in seething anger,
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promising me inspiration,
as it cruelly reneges,
withdraws, and defers.
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Both a blessing and curse,
it is replete with verity,
yet plethoric with duplicity.
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Resurrecting me daily,
it slays me with humor,
then solemnly buries me.
A contest entry
- poems are fingers by just mercedes.
800 points, ended November 18, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Wry, sardonic even, the sense of humour here. I like the opposing forces as they're portrayed, and recognise my own predicament!
Thank you for writing this great entry for the contest. I admired 'plethoric' - great usage - 'plethoric with duplicity' just chokes the tongue - wonderful! -
Art with a whip!
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First, LOVE the name GotLilt!
I really enjoyed reading this!
It binds me with a silken cord
then drags me along
for the ride.
This is so clever and comical!
Great job! -
I got a kick out of reading this entertaining poem - it's good, but you deserve gold for these two stanzas alone:
On the edge of the precipice
it precariously dangles me,
while extending a hand,
then disembowels me
while stitching my wound
with it's remedial golden strand.
Brilliant! (typo - "it's" should read "its" in the line above).
Best of luck in the contest,
Bill
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Thanks for the head's up on the typo! Thanks for your generous comments.
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