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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
She sits--hand out: Could this be the rough beast That in a dream of Yeats Slouches onward to be born? Her cold blood runs beneath thin skin, And over the hand bones of us all. Street level, a block away Those that cannot save her Think they know why-- While from above Through the glass of their heaven, Those who know look down. *********************************** http://www.yeatsvision.com/SecondNotes.html |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Oh my, dear Ford, I read the whole text of the link you added, which is no doubt an interesting article ... Yours is a very ambitious poem, incredibly well structured and impressive in the rendering of the "occupy" days we are living. I wish we knew, like those who know, but it's time to awaken to love, that's all I can say. Margherita  |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
That was quite a poem, not taking anything away from yours. He was correct when he said, "The best lack all conviction, while the worst / Are full of passionate intensity." About your poem, I'm not even sure that "Those who know look down." I don't think it is as simple as that. I do think we are in a world-wide revolution and when it is all said and done, I have a feeling the radical Islamism will come out the winners, because they do NOT play by the rules. ~*~ There is no evil angel but Love.—William Shakespeare. ~*~ |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
As always, you pin-point your topic and nail it. Excellent write ice! JL Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
Your poem is jarring and forces us to look when we might not want to. Happy Holidays |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Fine writing...James |
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Just_little_Old_Me Junior Member
since 2011-11-24
Posts 40Roermond, The Netherlands |
Incredible eyeopener... Like Night needs Day |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
OMG I never got back here to thank all of you for the wonderful replies.. I realy love it when I am read, and more so when I am understood...:-) Thank You, Thank You, Thank you. |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
Sobering stuff....Mr. ice....quite |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Thank you Baby Girl...The mountain men where I live, what is left of them, would say.. "I jus' calls em, az I sees em" |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
...and does living among them...make you a mountain man as well, I wonder? this is brilliant...and I'm dropping by for a second glance~*~ |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
I have always been a "mountain man", B.G., even when I was a flatlander. I moved to these mountains to get away from the cancer of unregulated growth that destroyed my boyhood homeland- the destructive force that ruined land, and people spirit.. By perveyors of the falsehood of an ever expanding economy- The panderers of "industry" If I hadn't , I feel I would have died from an overdose of boredom, like most of the zombies I see on the streets, and in the malls when I visit there. Most of all, what I see missing there (S.E. Pa.) is people of of separate character, individuals, with an outward definition of personal history. Like the ones that were ever present on the Quaker farm where I grew up. I find some of those rugged individuals, repersonified in the old school people here in the north central part of the state. They are called "ridge runners", but they are dying out here, I am sad to say.:-( Thank you for reading me again.. ice aka ford Please forgive any misspelled words in this letter... I didn't pay attention in grade school... too busy looking out the window at other things Those "other things" captured my intrigue, like trying to see what individual Starling from a flock, rose at the sound of a noise..(which one was the leader?) from the schoolyard lawn. |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
note: The last word in the last line of the first stanza, should be reborn, not "born".. I tried to fix it, but waited too long...didn't see that mistake early enough. If you read the Yates poem, you will see why it needs changing.. ford |
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