Um, moonbird? Politics is a forbidden subject here on the forum, and religious topics are some of the fastest lock-up threads on the forum due to massive disagreements with little or no compromise, do you think you could choose another subject?
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Um, moonbird? Politics is a forbidden subject here on the forum, and religious topics are some of the fastest lock-up threads on the forum due to massive disagreements with little or no compromise, do you think you could choose another subject?
Ah but Pen, with clever wit, we shall surpass all doubts.
Well I guess I could think up a new topic then, although if you'd still like to take a shot at something controversial be my guest.
Here ya go, subject numero dos: Rebirth
Have at it!
He went to war because he was a patriot,
They shipped him off to some foreign land
No one will ever know just how much hell he caught
Or just how many died by his hand
Somewhere in between the slaughter and the sacrifice
In a blood soaked fog he lost his way
He signed on for two years but he was called back twice
Then his mind just couldn't take another day
The good man died in the dark of the firefight
The one who returned thus reborn
He shudders at shadows, hears faint noises by firelight
Waking up still in the battle each morn
For my Dad the voices beckon and the shadows have come to day
I can't really blame him if alcohol is the only thing that makes them go away...
Pen
(For my father Delmer Neal Harris who never really came home from Vietnam. I lost him in my life then, and for good around 8 years ago. Still loving and missing you, Dad!)
Priestess Walk
I bathed within the sacred fount,
as the sweet waters of Lethe
to wash away the past
and memories fade as one
just woke from a vague dream.
Emerging from Avalon's well
born anew into the world,
blessed within the glow of the moon,
walking from death back into life.
All that once I knew now forsaken,
and all never known before
awakens like a new born spring bloom.
For one brief moment I stood at
the pinnacle where all was one,
past, present future existed in
a single space of time, but now
the time has come to step upon
earthly ground again.
Unburdened by mortal concerns
with the freedom now to walk
upon the path of the Goddess
and follow her into unknown destiny.
Sitting in the illuminating glow
Fist to chin, eyelid to eyelid,
He pondered.
Were they right?
Could they be?
So many reasons to disbelieve.
Too young. Too naïve.
Without expertise. Without perspective.
But a grain of truth.
The name to the voice
Irrelevant to the
Truth of the words.
He bowed his head.
He had been wrong.
A wiser man now.
(Apologies in advance, out of practice.)
10 days til the deadline. Keep em coming.
Rebirth Again
Wheels turning,
Cycles burning
Through the lives we make.
Death, rebirth
On heaven, earth:
Joy is ours to take.
A born again suicide-girl
decked in spade, heart, diamond and club
trip pants
nursed her illegal habits.
She spent her high school days fawning
on misspent youths
and the highs and company
they offered. But the morning after.
One day she realized
those railroad tracks up and down
her legs
either end in the womb or
in the dirt.
She's clean now.
Her scars are covered in cherry blossoms.
Coy birds and wizened koi flit about her thighs.
Now the only needles she handles are
sterilized.
horizon fills
a picture brill
of nature thrills
ribbons and clips,
further afield
appears the moon
hazy, asleep
looking to board
the skies amour,
the morning dew
captures the moods
of winter drops
wrapping the shades
of flaura's coats
whilst freshest dawn
sums up the scene
and
warmest sun
sparkles the fun
Please open flower, you are
withered
and I am old.
Make me young,
flower, remold
me.
I am almost finished with my entry and should have it up early tomorrow (I'm from California, in case your time zone is different.) I'll do my best to have it up by noon PST!
A Leaf in Autumn
Like a feather floating in the wind,
the leaf glides along the morning dew,
surfing from drop to drop like an ocean buoy that,
gazing upon the beach’s white banks,
bobs from the perpetual crests
of the afternoon tide.
Coming to rest on the damp earth,
he watches the waking sun
poke through the distant mountain range,
blanketing him in amber rays.
Perhaps this is the end, he thinks.
Shriveling under the blanket,
he now waits for death and decomposition,
hoping someday to be reborn as a blade of grass.
Mono
Why not once?
A single bursting forth
In nine months
Would elevate our worth.
Supply-side
Cuts to boost our demand
For one ride
After the infant's arm band.
Life's a game
Of stout, hardcore players--
Still the same
For cocooned, winged flyers.
Not this soul,
Nor this time, and not this earth
Have this goal:
To be again in rebirth.
I apologize for the brief comments but there were a lot of excellent submissions to read.
Pendragon: A very original idea. I liked the phrase "blood soaked fog."
Dark Muse: Very elegant and lyrical to read.
RobinHood3000: An interesting and solemn poem. Not entirely sure how it relates to rebirth but I enjoyed it nonetheless.
YesNo: Simple yet powerful in its few words.
krymsonkyng: Sad and very lovely.
cacian: Very good imagery complemented by interesting rhymes.
breathtest: I had to read this a few times before seeing its simple beauty.
IceM: Lovely descriptions. I liked the last line.
The Comedian: A bit difficult for me to understand but the gist I got was unique and interesting.
And out of all these the one I liked the best was.........
Dark Muse. Your poem was beautiful and a worthy winner. You're up.