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JerryPat
Senior Member

since 2010-10-30

Posts 1991
Louisiana/America

0 posted 2010-11-25 09:49 PM

A cold and pitiless wind moves among us,
A current of current rising from epochs old.
Can we sleep serenely and without fear when
Amid stirrings of horse's hoofs he smiles?
Beneath primordial moons deviously does plot,
Time is of no value, eternity has evolved.
Without the ticking sound of the life's clock,
Snorting Arabian steed's anxious for the fight.
Poised on every shore, peering into windows,
O, so stealthy, when at last the moon has hid.
And the tide washes up, deposits combatants,
They come, by air, luxury liner, banana boat.
By the soles of their feet, souls of their God,
Like residue from a growing, fanatical storm.
What blood moves through these warriors,
Which provokes bloodlust as easily as a smile?
He is there, over there, here too, right here,
Where the children are at play with yesterday's
Values, yesterday's view, yesterday's excitement?
When the tongue and eyes of the ancient ones
Speak softly, gazing upon the long awaited prize.
The thundering of million's of hoofs let loose,
Neighing a battle cry to the dead, silent old ones.
And we, well we go about our business of sanity,
Thinking we are good, we are clean, we laugh.
Calmly we do leave the doors and the windows
Ajar for our visitors who are now neighbors,
To finish the ancient martyr's settling of scores.

. . . and the Raven said, %!~#&(&#!$!

mikeandrew
Member

since 2010-11-18

Posts 198

1 posted 2010-11-27 04:48 AM

banana boat, yes we have no bananas today.

JerryPat
Senior Member

since 2010-10-30

Posts 1991
Louisiana/America

2 posted 2010-11-27 06:38 AM

I guess.

. . . and the Raven said, %!~#&(&#!$!

flash
Member

since 2010-11-28

Posts 213
miami beach, florida

3 posted 2010-12-05 04:40 PM

Sounds like that old wayward williwaw wind has entered through the cracks--or slightly ajar window to settle an ancient score. Hope you're prepared to do battle? My advice:  to woe your enemy with poetry. It changed Suibhne Gheilt-- the protagonist of the Irish language tale, The Madness of Sweeney?

"How could a proud loud mouth
who yelled KILL KILL KILL
as he plowed down the enemy
--heads rolling off his sword--
be so lifted up
(or fly up
as those below saw it
--wings beating)
be so suddenly gifted
with poetry
and nest so high
in Ireland's tall trees?
Is there a point
where all paths cross?"

         --Harold Dull (Suibhne Gheilt)

Excellent read

Al

JerryPat
Senior Member

since 2010-10-30

Posts 1991
Louisiana/America

4 posted 2010-12-05 05:43 PM

Hah! Thanks for the verses of "Suibhne Gheilt" Flash. Never heard of it, so now I guess I'll be searching for it.

Don't know about woeing my enemy with poetry, I don't think this particular foe is all that sensitive to anything but VICTORY. Thanks again for your input.

. . . and the Raven said, %!~#&(&#!$!

Lori Grosser Rhoden
Member Patricius

since 2009-10-10

Posts 10202
Fair to middlin' of nowhere

5 posted 2010-12-06 03:51 PM

Deep and thought provoking write, Good stuff! LGR

JerryPat
Senior Member

since 2010-10-30

Posts 1991
Louisiana/America

6 posted 2010-12-06 03:53 PM

Thank you, LGR.

. . . and the Raven said, %!~#&(&#!$!

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