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Requiem

He looks as if he were only sleeping…
The peace upon his face
Belies the violence that ripped asunder
The Spirit and The Flesh
In one blast of scorched air and smoke.

The irony of it all
Is that he never was a decadent wastrel—
No eccentric rich man—
He might have had a hundred dollars,
Never more than that on him at one time.

A simple soul just searching—
Praying, crying sometimes, and desperately hoping
For someone that would return his love—
That could see the man behind masks he wore
To shield himself from people’s misunderstanding cruelty.

They tell me a phone call came last evening,
That got him all emotional and exited;
And he was dressed up best as he could be—
Waiting with anticipation
As the clock ticked down the final minutes.

I wonder how his face lit up,
How he rushed about with final preparations
When he finally heard the knocking:
But I have to sign the guest book at the viewing
Just because poor old Archie answered his door…

Pendragon
© 3/16/07

The Waters of Shiloah

Water pounds against
my weary shoulders.
It churns around my ankles
I curl around my core,
and witness only
the blinding sun and
my own blinding pain.

Oh dear Father!
My pleas fall on deaf ears.
I am nothing,
I am less than the dust
of the earth, for at least
dirt, mud and filth obey Thee.
I do not.

"The Lord gave
the Lord hath taken away,
blessed be the name of the Lord."
One by one they disappeared:
health
love
pride
talent.
I am left, dry, unable to rise
or move forward.

So I lie here, buoyed
by the rushing water.
Begging Thee to take me back,
Give me
one more chance.
to walk
run
sing
leap
in joy.
The waters of Shiloah,
they come softly.

Peace envelops me. I am
nothing, I know this.
But in Him, I am everything.


--I quote Job 1:21

A few weeks ago, I submitted a poem to poetry.com, with an iota of hope that I could atleast win an Ipod or some nonsense like that, if not a $1,000 cash prize. Yesterday I received a letter from those damn hucksters, and quickly realized that the International Library of Poetry was most certainly a disreputable scam organization, so went about doing some googling on the matter, and, luckily, came across a thread on this website containing details on all sorts of disappointing encounters with poetry.com. Anyhow, this is my first, and only, attempt at poetry...

Nothing can satisfy this urge
So I stay in a cloud
My heart is in a constant surge
My mind is far too loud
Oh, how I yearn to change the past
Hoping to move forward
Assuming not everything lasts
And things will move toward
An Eden to provide solace
Nothing else could provide
If only it could be just us

poetry.com is a scam site... go to the sticky topic in this poem category. Even if it wasn't a sham there is little chance that you, I or any other "normal" poet could compare to some of the extraordinary stuff on that site.

Interesting poem though. Good job.

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Originally Posted by Adolescent09

poetry.com is a scam site... go to the sticky topic in this poem category. Even if it wasn't a sham there is little chance that you, I or any other "normal" poet could compare to some of the extraordinary stuff on that site.

Interesting poem though. Good job.

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Right on, thanks man. I wish I had know about this website months ago.

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Originally Posted by seasong

The Waters of Shiloah



"The Lord gave
the Lord hath taken away,
blessed be the name of the Lord."
One by one they disappeared:
health
love
pride
talent.
I am left, dry, unable to rise
or move forward.

So I lie here, buoyed
by the rushing water.
Begging Thee to take me back,
Give me
one more chance.
to walk
run
sing
leap
in joy.
The waters of Shiloah,
they come softly.

Peace envelops me. I am
nothing, I know this.
But in Him, I am everything.


--I quote Job 1:21

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Love the poem, Seasong. Totally relate to these verses.

Pen

Allegory

Weakness seeking,
Ravenous wolves prowl—
Circling vultures hunting endlessly—
Show fear, you die quickly.
Thoughts become words become deeds.
Ignorance breeds prejudice breeds hate.
Pass and see me not time following time.
Your loss it is. Sing sorrow.
Mine was it never; neither gain nor loss…

Loss nor gain: Neither! Never was it mine!
Sorrow sing, your loss it is.
Time following time not see me and pass…
Hate breeds prejudice breeds ignorance!
Deeds become words become thoughts!
Quickly you die, fear show…
Endless hunting vultures circling!
Prowl, wolves, ravenous—
Seeking weakness…

Pendragon
© 3/17/2007 10:13 PM

Would someone comment please? http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l1...milies/wry.gif

I turn back the tables and close my eyes

The tears weld up and fall

How could this be?

How did this happen?

I wonder these questions

Did I do something wrong?

You had said I hadn't

But I still do wonder

I look out the window and think

The clouds are dark and gathering

The storm will soon be upon my house

Soon the sky will be crying

It will join me in my frustration

It will join me in my pain

My tears are not for nothing

I must put them away

I must put it aside

I must not think of it

It will be gone

Pendragon, That's a good poem, I really like it, you can almost feel the fear from the hunt when you read it.

Thanks for the comments, Kitten. I am afraid you missed the point of the poem, but many find these perfect reversibles hard to read. The idea is to get two differing views as the words reverse.

I like your lovely sad poem. Tears are never meaningless but I am intrigued by these lines:


I must put them away

I must put it aside

I must not think of it

It will be gone


Do you really think burying sorrow inside makes it vanish? Or will it just pop back up like the undead?

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I don't think that buring it will make it go away but I know there are many people out there that do think that. Thanks very much about my poem.

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I'll comment Pendragon! I love your poems. They are full of Emotion. Its like a struggle. I especially like the new poem you have put as your signature. It makes me feel sad, at a loss. Has something happened Pendragon?

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Originally Posted by Pendragon

Thanks for the comments, Kitten. I am afraid you missed the point of the poem, but many find these perfect reversibles hard to read. The idea is to get two differing views as the words reverse.

I like your lovely sad poem. Tears are never meaningless but I am intrigued by these lines:


I must put them away

I must put it aside

I must not think of it

It will be gone


Do you really think burying sorrow inside makes it vanish? Or will it just pop back up like the undead?

http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l1...ry_ashamed.gif

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No i dont think its good to bottle it up inside. Scream, Shout, just let it all out!

Prayer

The clouds are still dark
The rain still coming down
Lightning hurting my eyes
Thunder grumbling off in the mountains…
I was hoping for a rainbow
But the coward sun hides
The wet little falling prisms
Can’t reflect the whole spectrum…
There is just a mind-hurting glare
Of electric white light
I’ve never quite been that far down—
Don’t require electroshock therapy…
Just take the darkness away
Blue is such a soothing color
Can’t you just touch up the clouds in pink?
Paint a sunset for me?
Oh, Father, please…

Pendragon
© Sunday, March 25, 2007

Dear Pendradon: Usually poetry is not something I would presume to edit but just one expression in this quite good piece needed a little tweaking (in my humble opinion) would have written..."the coward sun...". Small adjustment but then "Brevity is the soul of wit". RJS