»
Archives
»
Dark Poetry #2
»
Another heart Another world
| Dark Poetry #2 |
|
Another heart Another world |
|
|
Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
Why do we search It is simply a game a home merely a place in the back, up ahead I see your star Why cant we hurt The nights so late In the darkness In the whole world we wont get far All we create in mirrors All we have seen so far In the dark place in the the hothouse We will fall In the fire By the lamp light We wont get far Everywhere were going All our places seen In the Hope that In the Darkness Ill see your Car Dont know how i made it Dont know where ive been On the Pillow In the bedroom Lies my star All day All night Your my star Vanguard of the New Movement Behind his polished cedar desk, surrounded by his phones, Sits Blazer Dyke(The yachting type), The vanguard of the clones. The Archetype, The number one,The vanguard of the clones. Crossing over busy street, where noisy traffic drones, Walks Blazer Dyke (without a bike), The vanguard of the clones. The autocrat, The ectomorph, The vanguard of the clones. He strides across the cobbled yard, Where pawn shops offer loans, That Blazer Dyke (Whom i dislike), The vanguard of the clones. The cannibal, The parasite, The vanguard of the clones. He passes through the wicket gate, To churhyards full of bones, That Blazer Dyke (on a midnight hike), The vanguard of the clones. The necrophile, The narcissist, The coprophage, The sybarite, The telepath, The Anti-Christ, The vanguard of the clones. Robert Rankin (The Dance of the Voodoo Handbag) |
||
| © Copyright 2000 Paul Weatherstone - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
taramw Senior Member
since 2000-06-08
Posts 738 |
Walter! This is a WONDERFUL poem! I really liked it  Creates a lot of images... a lot of memories... a good read! Enjoyed it immensely! |
||
|
Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Why do we search It is simply a game a home merely a place in the back, up ahead I see your star Why cant we hurt The nights so late In the darkness In the whole world we wont get far All we create in mirrors All we have seen so far In the dark place in the the hothouse We will fall --------------- Dont know how i made it Dont know where ive been On the Pillow In the bedroom Lies my star All day All night Your my star ---------------- beautiful walter, tender and gentle much light to see in this lovely poem we all need a guiding light ... a lucky star. take care kind poet jm |
||
|
Jeremiah Johnson Senior Member
since 2000-06-08
Posts 1223Brooksville, Fl, U.S |
yes i thinks it funny when you find that one person she seems to be from another world because she is so different from the rest and that makes her your star. enjoyed this read very much cause it holds alot of truth. I'm a dying romantic and when i can no longer write i can no longer live -Jeremiah Johnson- |
||
|
Portia Member
since 2000-05-18
Posts 157 |
I liked this one a lot. The way I interpreted it fits in well with feelings I have had in the recent past. Thank you. |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
