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Winking To A Blind Horse
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Winking To A Blind Horse |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
Winking To A Blind Horse By: Noah Eaton 5/7/03 On a rainy afternoon I sit here alone in this parlor Heard the thunder Rolling out In sheets of dissolving sable I sit here Like a beggar Paying a peters pence Trading a wool scarf for a bandoneon The vandals are hiding The thieves are gone While the philanthropists are surrendering With the deceiving With the self-righteous Leaving the Bible weeping Beside the boiler in dismiss How will the old man react? When they say, “Here come the horses?” What will they ask, If they insist? If they insist… My broad shoulders feel like rancour With all the weight I’ve carried behind me I know I should run for cover In this state of alarm But I long to see the sun rising Like a crystal shard Perforating the liquid steel Of an ocean I used to wade upon Seems “a peek of March dust, is worth a king's ransom.” So when did it become rational To kidnap the sovereigns and peacekeepers And accept violence to society? With the deceiving With the self-righteous Leaving the Bible weeping Beside the boiler in dismiss How will the old man react? When they say, “Here come the horses?” What will they ask, If they insist? If they insist… I know “A man of words and not of deeds, is like a garden full of weeds.” So I sit here like a wrongfully accused heretic Praying for an omen patiently I know “a nod is as good as a wink to a blind horse.” But the stable doors have long been unlocked So I stand up and run Knowing I must carry on… With the deceiving With the self-righteous Leaving the Bible weeping Beside the boiler in dismiss How will the old man react? When they say, “Here come the horses?” What will they ask, If they insist? If they insist… Underneath your clothes, there's an endless story ***Shakira*** [This message has been edited by Mistletoe Angel (05-07-2003 05:40 PM).] |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
There's a lot of poetry here, Noah and I don't know if I understand it all. Good writing. joyce |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
That must be a song is it Noah? I see the repeated stanzas and like Joyce I am afraid I got lost, sorry - as I did try to stick with you. |
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carol Senior Member
since 2003-01-25
Posts 624Florida USA |
Noah,very nice write enjoyed the read  Real friends celebrate in who we are and have faith in all that we can become |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
enjoyed the read |
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ffpercent243 Junior Member
since 2003-05-04
Posts 37United Kingdom |
Great poem. |
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Lighthousebob Member Elite
since 2000-06-14
Posts 4725California |
From your poem, I get a mental portrayal of a kind of homeless person (old man) who is sitting in the pouring rain and has traded what might serve to warm his very existence for something that will certainly warm his soul. I feel that this person is very self sufficient in their inner man, but is being judged quite wrongly by perhaps the deceiving self righteous and so the irony of this situation fits very well, I think, with your title of which from the beginning brought a subtle smirk to my face. I do like the ending here very much where you run. (YAY!!!) I do think for the most part that we are all kind of like the blind who need to act on faith. (Amen) I do agree and believe that the doors are wide open if and when we can just get up enough courage to carry on. A lot of Great images here to ponder and once again your poem makes for a very stimulating read. God bless. -Bob |
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Dark_Scythe New Member
since 2003-05-14
Posts 5 |
Aww... That was... really sad and cute... I like this poem! ^_^; I'm such a spaz... ah well. Nice writting! |
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