Open Poetry #2 |
Beauty and the Beheld |
H. Arlequin Member
since 1999-08-23
Posts 210 |
Beauty and the Beheld "But, Lord, I hate being beautiful, as if the curtain rising on stage, every day performing, a dutiful actress earning beauty's wage. And their eyes, always following like radar driven ordinance, I, the target, they, gods allowing no escape, nothing left to chance." Filet mingon, name me the choicest cut, a piece of meat before the grill, to be consumed, my home the gut, forgotten, till again, he'd eat his fill. "Lord, let me take the veil, shave my head, masked from brow to toe save eyes, than let them leer, dream my bed, abase my soul until it dies." --H. Arlequin . . . . . Poems From the Goober Tree http://nathoo.wustl.edu/goober_tree.htm |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Very nice imagery in this piece...welcome to passions |
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H. Arlequin Member
since 1999-08-23
Posts 210 |
smoooooooooooooches, hoot HA |
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snow in summer Member
since 1999-08-28
Posts 67 |
Radar driven ordinance is a tremendously powerful and very creative line. The ending is also just wonderful - so evocative and the perfect ending to this poem. well done! |
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H. Arlequin Member
since 1999-08-23
Posts 210 |
smoooooooooches snow!! HA |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Wow, this is great. To find such a curse in beauty....I love it. ------------------ Michael Anderson May Darkness find you all through the day. |
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