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Matthew 10:29
The sparrow falls and lies so still,
A bloody flower blooms near its head
A body so tiny that it is easily overlooked
But before it formed inside the egg
Before the first note that it sang
Someone somewhere took notice of the bird
He even knew the very day it would fall to earth
In this life I move so quickly
Old age creeps in before I'm ready
Disease robs me of my joy, my hope, my life
Before I was formed in mother's belly
Before a whisper of life in the dark
Someone somewhere took note of who I am
When I fall
I shall not be forgotten by the One that sees us all
Pendragon
(C) 10/12/2012
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Small Deaths
Innocence
a fragile rarity
which flickers and fades
in and out of existence,
it is but a spark with a wavering
life span,
crushed too soon within the world,
yet even in its death
there is something almost beautiful,
which leaves an eternal impression
upon the soul.
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Deadline in a week. Any more poems?
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Jimmy and Ben.
Jimmy an' Ben sittin on a wire,
Say Jimmy to Ben,
We bin here for a' hour
It's time we was up,
An stretchin our wings,
flyin' aroun' an doin' bird t'ings.
Sez Ben.
Its nice up here jus sittin an singin,
Watchin the world,
An essent-chally chillin,
But Jimmy he say
Up, up, an' away,
I'll race yer' roun' the dock of the bay.
And off they went to swoop and fly,
Till Ben hit a window,
'Cos he thought it was sky.
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YesNo, although expository, I liked the seemingly authoritative voice and the desirable economy of your words.
Dark Muse, I liked how you beautfully masked the gore of death with deep words and beautiful images.
Prendrelemick, I liked how you used an informal language, but I thought you could use Ebonics but still be poetic.
The winner:
Pendragon, I liked the metaphors, the subtexts, and the analogies. I thought this poem was deep and well-thought out.
Thanks, everyone.
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homeless
in times like these i imagine the moon
setting like the death star over new york city
serpentine smoke twisting heavenward
from this broken parquet tarmac
and i wonder what the future holds
for me and you, us, this civilization:
will we find ourselves
self-realized, complete
or deluded and broken?
i am an orphan, a vagabond and this is my home
this city named Hope, her boulevards my bed
i lie under twilight’s red star-sequined blanket,
my head throbs to her pulse
and i wonder what fire burns inside
those who sleep warm:
when they dream
do they fly high
or do they crawl?
this city at night has always been my love,
my geometric mistress clothed in nothing
but the flicker of smooth jazz candlelight
that dances invitingly in her eyes
and i wonder what would happen
if one day i did take her hand:
would i find myself
trapped, condemned
or home, free?
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Full Moon With Lights On
They work too late tonight. The lights
Are on inside the moon.
The curfew cleared the streets. All rights
At night were over soon.
Resistance to the Judd had failed.
Now no one says a word
Since those who talk get mugged and jailed.
Defense is never heard.
They work too late tonight because
The monsters in the west
Are doing what a monster does:
They give the strong a test.
The Judd will answer, and if war
Is what the monsters need,
The Judd will make sure never more
Can any monster breed.
What's new is what prepares its fate
Beneath the moonlit sky.
Tomorrow, wet with blood and hate,
The Judd march out to die.
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Dante at the Worlds end.
I laid my head upon the mossy knoll,
For weary was I and far-travelled,
There soothed by murmurings of fountains close,
And lulled by breeze among it's trees,
In that forest glade, sleep profound I met.
How long in that parody of death I laid,
Non was there to tell, nor guess,
When sense of life returned ,cold marble pressed my cheek,
And silence surrounded me unnatural -
As though gone had Nature from the Earth.
Courage at last I found to ope my eyes,
And saw I lay upon a mighty thoroughfare,
Smooth paved with stones of hue contrasting,
Laid out in pattern geometrical.
Great edifices, smooth built, lined the street,
Though made of what material I could not say.
Nor stone, nor wood, nor iron, nor lead I saw,
The far horizon did my eye engage,
For beset with lighted casements square
A massy golden orb there was displayed,
Sentience I knew whithin resided,
And so to it addressed my question.
“What is this place and how came I here? “
The answer came to me not through the air,
But reverberated in my very whole .
“You have not moved, this is the place,
where once wearied long ago you slept,”
As with wonder I pondered this strange tale,
Urgent doubt assailed my thoughts..
Fearing answer for ne'er so 'lone I felt,
I asked again. "Where are all the people?"
“Gone” was the reply, “you are the last.”
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the night ahead shimmers in stars
skyrises blue white in distance peak
the road is clear
in twilight mere
the air is sheer
all around austere
and midnight is weir to a space endeared
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Let's move this one along now:
Jaked: Nice use of the Death Star line, kind of hoped people would see some of my favorite fictional universes in this shot!
YesNo: Great use of The Judd! Doctor Who is also among my favorite fictional universes!
Prendrelemick: Great use of Dante! Hadn't quite thought of that inspiration, but you pull it off well!
cacian: Wonderful use of rhyme! I've often thought about doing that for a form poetry contest, find one rhyme and keep it going!
Only one winner, when as far as I am concerned, all of them are wonderful expressions on the picture. But the nod goes to Prendrelemick for bringing in Dante and the end of the universe, at least for humans!
Good show all. Congrats, Prendrelemick! You're up!
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Congratulations Prendrelemick and thank you Pendragon that was an impressive picture.
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'I shall be procuring a new hovercraft'
sayeth the maiden
'What for?' asketh her maid freshly plucked
from the plantation
'At dawn's break' she wriggled on her roids
'Thence I'll be all set'
'I shall remember to wake you at sunrise'
sayeth the ebony head
'Egads!' came the startled sudden horror
'Where are your eyes!'
'What do you mean?' tried to lookinglass
'Hey yeah!' she realised
'Ha Ha Ha! You can't see anything! Pip!'
'How misfortunate!'
'I hope you can still stuff the substances
into my bong alright!'
'I should - but firstly I should locate my
peepers perhaps yes?'
'No time for that!' the maiden snappeth
'I need a fix and a fex!'
'Eww. What's that smell? Did Her Highness
drop the Royal Guts?'
'Are you accusing me of blowing a stinky!
How dare you sir! Guards!'
'Oh I'm so sorry - must've been me - please
accept my apology!'
'Gotcha! Were I to send you to the dungeons
I'd miss out on my-'
'Hoverscraft?' sayeth the maid 'You'll be blowing
some gas with that!'
'What!' she is shocked 'I'm right here you know!'
'Found your eyes yet?'
'Nope, but I should be heading off-'
'What! [Phrrrrt!] Who's letting off!'
'Hee hee hee...'
'Tee hee hee...'
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Light Girl, Dusky Girl
I get her fixed up for her party
I never even get from her thanks
She shares her problems with me
I hold her when she cries in the night
In public she puts me "in my place!"
My skin is not the cream, it's the coffee
My people are servants, not kings
The color of skin they say makes one inferior
Here on Earth our duty to obey and serve
Dreams are discouraged, ambition squelched
But tonight she'll come home from her party
So drunk I'll have to help her get dressed for bed
I'll sit by her side, for I anticipate the moment
When she awakes and she cries in the night
I'll hold her again, and ask myself:
Who is really the better off here?
Pendragon
(C) 11/20/2012
