Near sighted donkeys bold bray, “Sacrilege!”;
And yet, is not their own way sacrilege?
Fortresses mighty seal the heart from love
‘Till light itself becomes gray sacrilege.
When men in high position lose their faith,
They then make of their faith a sacrilege.
How can we feathers grow to soar in flight,
When we must deem our own clay sacrilege?
The judging stones that crush a stolid face
Create within their own fray sacrilege.
If there is One that language can’t define,
Then how does but a word say sacrilege?
Around the world brave guns and sabers flash;
But, think! How does their rage slay sacrilege?
Both doves and ravens dance upon the winds;
Who calls the way that these pray sacrilege?
And, you, Zahhar, are not above the rest;
Dare not believe that men stay sacrilege.
Author notes
featured in:
Muse Apprentice Guild: www.muse-apprentice-guild.com/ (Fall 2003 issue)
to learn more about the ghazal: allpoetry.com/Column/784848/all=1
Written June 7th, 2002
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A contest entry
- Blasphemy! by Nicole Hanna.
500 points, ended September 18, 2004, 13 entries
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one man's "sacrelege" is another man's piety.
remember, Christ was executed for "blasphemy"! -
i provided a link in the author's comment spot to a column i wrote about the ghazal titled "What is a Ghazal?".
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Excellent ghazal. I love the first couplet and your definition of blasphemy as sacrilege. Yup. You're favoured to win in my eye. One place I want to point out that confuses me. "Both doves and ravens dance upon the winds;
Who calls the way that these pray sacrilege?" Do you mean to use the pray the way you did or were you intending to use the word "prey?"
~Bezoar -
I've never seen this used before, and I have to say it's highly interesting. I might have to do some more research on this form, definitely. I'm glad you entered, because this was definitely an enjoyable read, and good luck.
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woh, deep, AS!
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