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Open Poetry #25

flunking the propaganda course

noah j
Member

since 2003-03-05

Posts 82
on the open road with the wind blowing in my hair

0 posted 2003-04-13 04:41 AM

i found this poem that i had written in english class when i was like 15--so i thought i would share.
new justice is found as the young boy
mourns the death of the lonesome vagrant
who wandered the winding and dirty streets
alone; with noone by his side
to hear the soft patter of his worn out shoes
that moved always at the same pace
constant and driven by an undying endurance
to get to the prize hidden at the end of his life
walking to forget the hunger eating inside
or the bruised flesh of his feet
the young boy mourns from inside his room of luxury
filled with nothing needed everything wanted
the young boy mourns next to his loving parents--
the boy munching on his favorite candy bar
mourns the death of the lonesome vagrant.

the only people for me are the mad ones-mad to live, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at once--jack kerouac

vlraynes
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-07-25

Posts 8229
Somewhere... out there...

1 posted 2003-04-13 05:47 AM

Noah...wow..this is quite a powerful write,
and I felt it as I read. I particularly like,

"to get to the prize hidden at the end of his life"

I really like the concept of that.
Very nicely penned.
~Vicky
"...until you have read the verse on his heart,
you have not truly met the poet.
~vlraynes

JamesMichael
Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

2 posted 2003-04-13 08:50 AM

Nice...the first poem I can consciously remember writing when I was a teenager...and that was a long time ago was this...

In my younger years I used to kneel
by my Aunt's house on a railroad field
and yank the grass out of the ground
and rip savagely at its roots.

Much later I incorporated it into the body of a poem that I wrote about Bonnie and Clyde...James

Midnitesun

Member Empyrean

since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

3 posted 2003-04-13 09:42 AM

outstanding
so much depth, understanding, compassion
thank you, noah j, for sharing this one

Sunnyone
Member Ascendant

since 2000-07-06

Posts 5334
Staffordshire, England

4 posted 2003-04-13 09:50 AM

This is tremendous, and just proves to me that age does not matter when it comes to writing talent. Bravo!!!

Accept these small gifts from my gypsy heart ~~S~~

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