Adolescent09
01-14-2007, 04:32 PM
Here are select poems I wish to submit for future publication in magazines/newspapers maybe even a short book. Perceptions and constructive opinion will be held in the highest respect. Thanks.:
A Whim in the Sky
it is wide and blue on all four corners
as far as the eye can see
it shifts its complection like a dew drop in a puddle
it mystifies with whitened spots
some curled, some intertwined, some clustered dots
it pours upon us little drops,
ants we are, scuttle from this harmless barrage
drops which have the power to cleanse our pains
and ensure brighter days
are invited by the dirt and crevices of the lane
which meanders to the edges of sidewalks with perforated drains.
The Blame
He went down the narrow vestibule
poorly lighted, poorly kept, at the end of which was an iron cell
black, dingy, epitome of contracted death
acrophobic? watch out for the eight legged's spindled creations
they strewn webs along all unperceived corners
and he who leads the new inhibitor of this hell
is a man who just recently
lay by a woman
who wasn't his wife.
where is this man's cell?
I am no better judge than the next person, but I can logically surmise.
it has not been improvised by mortal hand
it is a crime so great and universally bound that mortal justice is incapable.
a world with more prisons than homes could not accommodate them,
a vast realm is intended for this folk,
and it isn't in the sky.
Which God?
200 years ago they worked arduously
tilled the soil, harvested the grain, obsequiously lived
some believed, some didn't
some in their masters, some in Him
believers in their masters felt pain, believers in Him felt relief
some thought a better world lay ahead, some new it did
200 years later the strive for a better world is in their veins
never mind drug corruption, sex and violence, as long as He is there
they had hope
they could commit adultery, crime and proliferate corruption
just point the finger in a different direction
lies? say sorry to Him. He'll forgive you
200 years ago the ones who didn’t believe in their masters believed in a real God
what is this made up entity they believe in now?
A Whim in the Sky
it is wide and blue on all four corners
as far as the eye can see
it shifts its complection like a dew drop in a puddle
it mystifies with whitened spots
some curled, some intertwined, some clustered dots
it pours upon us little drops,
ants we are, scuttle from this harmless barrage
drops which have the power to cleanse our pains
and ensure brighter days
are invited by the dirt and crevices of the lane
which meanders to the edges of sidewalks with perforated drains.
The Blame
He went down the narrow vestibule
poorly lighted, poorly kept, at the end of which was an iron cell
black, dingy, epitome of contracted death
acrophobic? watch out for the eight legged's spindled creations
they strewn webs along all unperceived corners
and he who leads the new inhibitor of this hell
is a man who just recently
lay by a woman
who wasn't his wife.
where is this man's cell?
I am no better judge than the next person, but I can logically surmise.
it has not been improvised by mortal hand
it is a crime so great and universally bound that mortal justice is incapable.
a world with more prisons than homes could not accommodate them,
a vast realm is intended for this folk,
and it isn't in the sky.
Which God?
200 years ago they worked arduously
tilled the soil, harvested the grain, obsequiously lived
some believed, some didn't
some in their masters, some in Him
believers in their masters felt pain, believers in Him felt relief
some thought a better world lay ahead, some new it did
200 years later the strive for a better world is in their veins
never mind drug corruption, sex and violence, as long as He is there
they had hope
they could commit adultery, crime and proliferate corruption
just point the finger in a different direction
lies? say sorry to Him. He'll forgive you
200 years ago the ones who didn’t believe in their masters believed in a real God
what is this made up entity they believe in now?