Open Poetry #16 |
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Sea of Iniquity (Long) |
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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee ![]() |
From the seas of iniquity The fog has rolled in Billowing up in great puffs Of consuming smother We are the land of the creeping Vining constantly into the untouched Caught in the webs of progress Spun out in routine and silken dreams Freewheeling our marks Of skidding frivolity Hardly making a dent In the lives of the already comfortable and conveniently composed The good should now have A different directive. Not just to overcome the evil To overcome the lax. I don’t believe it Was Supposed to be this way For our Freedom to do so Is now something that our young Think is owed them That it was never obtained Through hard work or diligence And the bloodshed is now Just a trickle of transparent Glimmerings left over As that of a snails trail Have we too, vined about Our forefathers throats And smothered their voices So that we are no longer Haunted about the fight? And made a pretty garden For anyone to litter As we were Lying about and wasting Precious energy. Refining? That which feeds and nurtures The force of goodwill Saving it for a rainy day For we are okay To say the least for some To say much for many To treasure a good book To philosophize an interpretation Are we Atlantis? Floating around somewhere In limbo. We are certainly not in limbo anymore Our columns have been pushed down And we may sink Unless we realize The threat That we have been host to That we have talked about Over rushed dinners As if a myth The myth is upon us The sea has always been there Our earth has its scars To prove it. Don't blame it on the weatherman He never needed Doppler To see the simple We have overlooked Our Pompeiis will be many If we continue to build in faith That there will be no treacherous Mountains Rising In the future. Will we then climb them In the desparation to flee The sea’s wrath? I ask how a ruptured giant Will be flagged with peace? For they are already in martyrdom And have many in line. For the rumblings of the inner core Are new everyday And we are able to place our ear To the foundation And listen to the trembling within But the rolling thunderous waves Boiling up in the larger part Of our planet Have continuously been swelling Producing a mystic hysteria For those who never saw it coming But for those who did Sadly know of its coming Are gathering in preparation In the hopes the Sea Will once again Calm As for me, I know There was only one Ever able to do that This might just be Another reminder We have forgotten The sea is looming As We are now Clouded In our paths Our recognition is blurred Unless we acknowledge Its ancient existence And we must become unafraid To reach out into the mist And grab hold And call it by name Or flee in shame. Ironically The sea Is how we arrived To liberty. [This message has been edited by rwood (edited 09-23-2001).] |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
long and beautiful... Kathleen |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Rwood, Much to think about, enjoyed the read. |
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Mysteria![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
This was a fantastic poem, and this says it all to me (or my interpretation of it)... And we must become unafraid To reach out into the mist And grab hold And call it by name Or flee in shame. Ironically The sea Is how we arrived To liberty. This is so very true, but I think your military is ready from what I have seen on the news and "pumped"! |
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