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short poems 6 weeping |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland 
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this is the last of them, all my old dark misery short poems. ============================================= Weeping The hand of the innocent laid on my brow Stroking the flesh that harbours such misery. Rasping: my calls from around bedroom floor, Pooling my eyes and arising A Fire shivers inside. The flames to pagans dance freely Rejoicing their possession. She comes to my aid soothing the demons Picking the body to a heavenly world. Smiling an acknowledgement, Wandering eyes study fluttering beneath a White silken dress. A ripening red tear stains the sheets. Tracing the source and rubbing the wound With a hidden intent. ============================================= My Hell My Hell you always follow me around arising and chasing biting hard when nothing is on offer. No distractions to numb or tame my wondering thoughts, By simple boredom I return to the place I should have known I created. In the playground (battleground) the little children, cared for as innocence, are out for blood and they will tear you apart with their sweet little hands. Savaged by wolves at ten I was left half dead to stitch myself back together. Isolation brings a sense of belonging. She tended to me with no agenda but I have not learned to receive. Somehow in a distant part I know this world I am trapped in is dying, I welcome the funeral to return to a part more comforting more humane - a womb where I can live unaware like everybody else. ============================================= Democracy In the age of fools where wine flowed freely We drank deeply, No greedily till drought. Waking sober to a country alien to our minds. Anarchy ruled for the day until the elected Leaders we crafted created From the earth: monuments to our intellect. In restoring order they took control Freedom stolen. In our clear-eyed state we followed blindly. A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
In our clear eyed state we follow blindly.. Like that!! But a sad reality is so many younger people aren't so clear eyed these days... Great work hon, well worth the read  I'll tell you this...... No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn..... ~Isis~ (Goddess - Sovereign of the Spirit) |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~WooHoo,...and what a finale Brian to these short poems. Awww,...do they have to end??? These three were so interesting...My Hell just seeped itself into my pores and right to my heart. Wow,...isn't it amazing how cruel and at the same time so unaware they can be. Your descriptions are chilling... In the playground (battleground) the little children, cared for as innocence, are out for blood and they will tear you apart with their sweet little hands. *Sigh*...I'm just shaking my head here. ~Weeping is a well told tale and made me feel the misery along with the speaker. The last line has got me thinking. Gosh, do you do this well. hehe. ~Democracy,...Oh Gosh,...do I even dare. hehe....I'll leave this one with saying ok this poem rox. haha. Well put. Awesome work here....Love it all. Thanks for the reading material. LOL. Take care Brian. *Peace. |
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Hardrock Senior Member
since 2000-02-14
Posts 948New Hampshire, USA |
Brian....I don't know what to say, except stunning, absolutely stunning. Superlative work. Hardrock |
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Jeremiah Johnson Senior Member
since 2000-06-08
Posts 1223Brooksville, Fl, U.S |
shock shock shock, these are so amazing its almost scary. i love your work here as well as on other poems. these express so much of what i feel. and i'm 17 and i see just fine just to let you know there is some teen out there on your side of the line helping you fight. I'm a dying romantic and when i can no longer write i can no longer live -Jeremiah Johnson- |
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taramw Senior Member
since 2000-06-08
Posts 738 |
Brian, these poems were superb! I thoroughly enjoyed reading them... I like your style of writing |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
thanks for your reply, Isis. I agree that it is so easy to lose your way these days. thanks for your kind words. SpitFire, yes they have to end. Those are all my early poems, from my tortured teens. lol. Thanks for your wonderful reply. Hardrock, I too am lost for words all I can say is Thank you, thank you for your wonderful response. Jeremiah, thank you for your support. It means alot. I remember that I was 17 not so long ago. I am now 20 (an adult. scary thought) but I understand, I wrote those poems when I was 17/18. Thank you for your wonderful reply, and support. those words mean a lot to me. taramw, thank you for your lovely reply. A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry [This message has been edited by brian madden (edited 07-01-2000).] |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
always late and underdressed to your parties  but always impressed with your invitations  excellent Bri... such depth... such imagery... weeping is awesome ... Im with spitfire... they dont have to end-- WRITE NEW ONES later-poetic-prophet-gator jm What the caterpillar calls the end ... The world calls a butterfly ~LaoTzeTao~ ~Butterflies are meant to be free~ |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
Someone is quite a deep thinker. These were truly expressive. By the way, I like your picture! I would post one but no one will tell me how!!! You left me, sweet, two legacies,- a legacy of love A Heavenly Father would content, Had He the offer of; Emily Dickinson |
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