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The decaying horse
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The decaying horse |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland 
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I have flogged your hide, beaten bruised loved and abused. You were woman wounded the mortal victim child bearer and venom kiss. In the twilight air you cancelled the wild children's circle dance, fed them the poison apple entrancing those fairies in the light of cleansing scorn. Erase the disease disassociate morality from jealous stars and shaman jewellery. Woman you were the fairest sex, the dead horse was your creation meat. Sodom, the bells toll. I have dreamt of you in hazy summer You could crucify me for such thoughts Youthful boys crawl through the cornfields prising their muscles and scattering seeds. You were man brutal in embrace and tender in violence, you cancelled the dawn and its senseless glitter. You spat out the Christendom wine dogs lapped the vile fluids at your feet. Man you were the terrorist sex, the hunter brooding over the severed maiden, blind she awaits your juices to devour, under your shadow she cowers. Underneath the tower the preacher, sexless, torches the horse's eyes. The nag screams, the stallion pillages The donkey serves, the ass carries the insult. All these creatures are dignified to insignificance The Great Gods flog the dead horse, the decaying flesh Their actions eclipse joy, kisses and childhood innocence. Shalom, the grave is dug. Enter brother and sister redemption washes your feet. Pound your fists upon the imperial gates, Demand your birthright, your piece of horseflesh. Flog the dead horse, in pendulum motion, The bruises beat the paths from Bethlehem to Siberia. Shalom, Shalom, Shalom the last bell tolls. "A frog, it cannot comprehend the sea Nor me happiness" Paul Draper-Mansun [This message has been edited by brian madden (edited 07-29-2000).] |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Brian you are so right....flog the dead horse is exactly what they do...and the results... "The great Gods flog the dead horse, the decaying flesh Their actions eclipse joy, kisses and childhood innocence." I agree, send them to their grave and give us freedom.....very well done!! |
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doreen peri Member Elite
since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812Virginia |
Brian- this is a strong, succinct piece... well written, poet! These lines especially grasped me... "you cancelled the dawn and its senseless glitter." "Their actions eclipse joy, kisses and childhood innocence." "Shalom, the grave is dug." Fabulous finale..... "Flog the dead horse, in pendulum motion, The bruises beat the paths from Bethlehem to Siberia. Shalom, Shalom, Shalom the last bell tolls." haven't been reading as much as i'd like lately... glad i caught this one... great work! -d |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
ethome, as always I love to hear people's interruptions of my poems and believe that theirs is every bit as valid and correct as mine. This is one of those poem that sort of just created itself and half way through took shape, I actually had to re-read it to see if it made sense to me. All I will say about the matter is that it is not about religion, the religious images are metaphors. Anyway I hope that these comments have not taken from your reading of the poem. Thank you for your wonderful comments. Doreen, thanks for your comments and generous words. "A frog, it cannot comprehend the sea Nor me happiness" Paul Draper-Mansun |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
In the twilight air you cancelled the wild children's circle dance, fed them the poison apple entrancing those fairies in the light of cleansing scorn. ======================== I have dreamt of you in hazy summer You could crucify me for such thoughts Youthful boys crawl through the cornfields prising their muscles and scattering seeds. You were man brutal in embrace and tender ======================== Their actions eclipse joy, kisses and childhood innocence. Shalom, the grave is dug. Enter brother and sister redemption washes your feet. Pound your fists upon the imperial gates, Demand your birthright, your piece of horseflesh. Flog the dead horse, in pendulum motion, The bruises beat the paths from Bethlehem to Siberia. Shalom, Shalom, Shalom the last bell tolls. ======================= damn..*bowing before king of metaphor* VERY VERY COOL BRI. (hey look im here the same day you posted)  awesome imagery here later-decaying-gator eve |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
As always you are too generous with your praise to me, you have me blushing like a tomato. THank you Eve-gator.  "A frog, it cannot comprehend the sea Nor me happiness" Paul Draper-Mansun |
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T McCoy Member
since 2000-07-24
Posts 186 |
...Brian, i think this is the first work of yours that i've read...and...I must say...your style reminds me a lot of Jim Morrison's poetry...his might have been a little harder to understand... Glad I came by and i'll be looking for more! Tony - we're stuck...inside our own machines...apparitions - Matthew Good |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
That's why I find your poems so interesting to read Brian.....take care....ethome.. |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
WOW, I am lost for words for now... the images vivid and the expression perfect.. I promise to come back and say what I feel about the innermost feelings of the many expressions.... till then... my regards, sudhir |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
Wow! Powerful emotions displayed here Brian. Amazing writing. You have my head spinning with various thoughts ... much enjoyed this thought-provoking read! Best wishes, /Kit |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Enter brother and sister redemption washes your feet. Pound your fists upon the imperial gates, Demand your birthright, your piece of horseflesh. Flog the dead horse, in pendulum motion, The bruises beat the paths from Bethlehem to Siberia. Shalom, Shalom, Shalom the last bell tolls Wonderful insight and vision. I am inspired by your writing and find it quite refreshing. Thank you for the wonderful read. |
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LoveBug
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Member Elite
since 2000-01-08
Posts 4697 |
Brian, this is a wonderful piece. You've projected so much emotion here, and it's all beautiful. Keep up the good work! "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." -Oscar Wilde "The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief" -Shakespea |
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