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Out of the Crescent City -- replies welcome :)
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poetry_kills Senior Member
since 1999-12-04
Posts 549new orleans |
my first attempt at a post on this forum... let me know what you think... **jerome the boy with no brain Out of the Crescent City Fly hard, fly long, fly quick I say Fly far away from this evil place This city of greed, a painful land Fly out of the grasp of its iron hand With rivers flowing milk and mud And rain that falls as acid blood Falling on heads both righteous and wrong Washing away truth in a menstrual flood A cancer killing both weak and strong A landfill of hatred, devoid of love A mother whose womb bears loathing and pain Whose children are stamped with the mark of Cain Where pestilence eats the soul of the free Children all blind from the puss-eye disease Here in this land the accursed are found In the sea of urine the holy are drown High on his throne sits the prince of the night With his phallic scepter, his steel crown Anathema City, with a bloody plight The grotesque corpse of a once living town Fly sweet seraphim and leave this place Fly to the noble, the just and the chaste Oh, bird that shines like Apollo's sphere Carry me off to the land beyond fear The gates to which Love holds the keys To where Eden lay among the trees That I may believe in the truth I seek As Jason sought after his precious fleece For into this garden my mind longs to peek And taste of the nectar of perfect peace Where in the garden's bosom green I would sit and hear the whippoorwills sing By streams of glass and noble mountains Drinking ambrosia from crystal fountains To dine on milk and wine and honey To never grow tired, thirsty or hungry Oh, that love were my lot, pleasure my fate My song t'would be a sweet melody But I am yet chained to anguish and hate And so I wail on in lamentful decree Fly strong, fly far, fly swift I say And carry me to that land far way To heaven I flew on angelic wings And beheld where all the cherubim sing Then with clipp-ed wings I began to fall And the earth did tremble at what I saw I saw enthroned the nail-pierced Christ I knew the lightning eyes of Jah Come soon, dark bird of paradise Govern my steps back to Shangri-La Fly with me, oh bird of paradise Guide me to heaven on holy wings Leaving behind all pestilence and vice For the holy court of the King of Kings |
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kari Member
since 1999-10-03
Posts 104Hyde Park, Ut, USA |
Wow! I am impressed! Welcome! Very descriptive. Nice work! |
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TearsOfPearls Member
since 1999-09-23
Posts 322Vereeniging, South-Africa |
I realy liked this poem. Like Kari said, it's very descriptive. Keep up the good work |
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JOY 14 Senior Member
since 1999-09-22
Posts 1419Wisconsin USA |
Are you trying to express a longing to get away from one place to get to another? To fly away to a land far away; that be heaven? If so, or even not, this poem is very descriptive. My last question. Where did you get the title for this? The Crescent City? JOY |
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poetry_kills Senior Member
since 1999-12-04
Posts 549new orleans |
the Crescent City is another name for New Orleans... i moved there last year and found nothing but heartache and unacceptance... one interpretation of my poem is that of fleeing Hell for Heaven, the literal one is a desire to leave New Orleans to go to Duluth, Minnesota where my lady love resides... thank you for your comments, they are much appreciated  **jerome the boy with no brain |
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