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Conspiracy |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America 
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The assassination of John F. Kennedy, President of the United States, took place on this day 1963, in Dallas, Texas . . . I have already posted this poem, but today is a special day so I am doing it again . . . <><><><><><><><> calming the turbulent waters of death-bed schematics slight break in murmured voices, tinge of disbelief eyes shadowy, detached, shifty heavy-plumed-smoked-filled room, clogged phlegm on details clock ticking, fulfilling strategy anxiety shudder extract oxygen from air dimly-lit room could be a tomb season of judgment and rudimentary execution eyebrows arch, taking part in contractual compliance gasps audible, secret nail biters fight sour taste of hopelessness clandestine dreams wait for prey ulterior need, future goal seductive as half-bared breasts funeral hush, gnomes of doubt nibble within sit still and wait no more debate stench of betrayal, distrust, anxiety overwhelm rancid cumulous cigar smolder individuals with purpose, in concert as one dry lips constantly licked, sweet thought, re addictive narcotic hovering within black hearts nuggets of fear huddle unsophisticated venom permeate brain cells they are dug in to outline when in the warren of collusion, leverage calculated to appear and to vanish sans trace unnoticed screams cautioning patience, ineffective ego-driven hunger for carnage, drug of choice hegemony absolute stagnant intellect produce cartoon tasmanian devils too late to flee or disagree far-reaching as mushroom clouds, rhythm pulses destiny's free-for-all with conscience bequeath on victor through swamps for which there are no maps love-hate emotion pervades comparable to illegal sex chauvinist delusion of omnipresent identity the quagmire envelop players of fate no hands to shake among these snakes mortality shows on tired, fleshy faces, cholesterol lips universal wickedness rises from hades nooses tighten around neck of treachery twilight zone bubbling, roiling, cooking its voodoo violent, internal thunderclouds spread ill will dramatis momenta they make the pact now for the act mardi gras-like magical atmosphere transplanted warm, sun-drenched heartland, stunningly so universal sovereign ventures into unsympathetic terrain cowtown stopover momentarily, move onward top down, security unbecomingly flaccid was oswald the one and only designated shooter JFK died the whole world cried |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
Thanks for the rerun I'm glad I got the opportunity to read it. In addition to content I liked the form you chose for this poem. Always good stuff Jerry-thanks for putting it out there. ebm |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
Thank you ebm. The form is septcouplet, and I came up with it a few years ago. Here are the basics of the form in case you are interested in giving it a try. Original form of poetry I call "septcouplet;" from septette (A set of seven similar things considered as a unit) and couplet (Two successive lines of verse forming a unit marked usually by rhythmic correspondence, rhyme.) The septcouplet consists of seven free-style verses, with six lines each, no syllable count. After each verse there are two lines which rhyme, with four syllables to each line. The style is lowercase, except for proper names, punctuation when needed inside the lines, but none at the end of lines. . . . and the Raven said, %!~#&(&#!$! |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
The read gave me a few shivers along the way, Jerry, but I didn't give up on it. Well done! Going to cuddle up now to a better view of the world and people but sadly I know that I'll wake up. Helen |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
Yes, Helen I know this is a tough read for many, but how do you write about what happened that day with hearts and flowers and good feelings? Thank you for getting through the lines and commenting. . . . and the Raven said, %!~#&(&#!$! |
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