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Anthology (farewell gift)
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Anthology (farewell gift) |
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Peter J Marcroft Member
since 2003-02-02
Posts 265York, England |
Recent events have made for my departure from this site, yet I have been in contact with some people who are poets and I agree that I shouldn't leave a legacy of hatred behind me. So as a farewell I have gone through my published bibliography and have decided to include the poetry that sums up me as a writer of poetry. I am hopeful that the past bitterness can be forgotten for this final thread before I move onto new pastures. I'd like to take this opportunity to offer a final piece of gratitude to everyone who helped my work bloom, without you my work may have gone a different way to that it has now. I thank you all, now the poetry. (note: each poem will contain a brief line for why I chose it) The Clairvoyant My eyes cast upon the ball, Seeing the web of time beyond, Seeing the words of destinys call, To those born to another time bond I watch the rise of kings, And the fall of empires, The coming disaster to all things, The globe sinking into mires A devouring essence swallows this place, The scream of pain from those left behind, The light and darkness scars my face, And my eyes singe, wishing I was blind This is my blessed curse, The glorious burden upon me, I scribe the visions in poetic verse, To display my beloved insanity I am all powerful, a human god, The greedy people demand the words Of time that they do not trod, To the answers they sing like grateful birds How can they know of the disaster they made, Asking me to tamper with the stone fate, Crushing the path of time, making it fade, Like wet chalk on shattered slate I watch the mighty earth crumble to dust, The decaying fills my shining globe, The peaceful world tainted by man's lust, My gift burns me yet I continue to probe The paths of time that have yet to be, Watching in hope of a change in the tide, A creature that can fulfill my prophecy, Of restoring the powers of nature's pride The starved land groans from the forced thirst, The souless machines screech like banshees, All the while I prophesise a coming curse, Words crafted, from their future pleas "Save us mighty lord, forgive us all!" The futility of the sound graces the sky, If I were god I'd ignore this cry, Instead free their souls and let them fly I watch the final day of life, Before the world cries and fades to black, Burdened by the growing strife, Day by day the man relentlessly attack So my word to you are these, Wake up and see the truth, Avoid resorting to false pleas, Waste no time waiting for proof The time to act is now, lest you all fall Unto the darkness beyond these times, Even the smallest man can change the fate of all, Act now or be punished for their crimes These are the words of the wise, Of the man who sees what will be, This situation may cease to arise, If only you humans will decide to see Beyond the ends of the noses, And look to the ways of mother nature, Life will be no bed of roses, If you fail to act now and save the future... **I chose this piece because it is one of the many that have been very reflexive and thoughtful about the world while being distant and fantastical at the same time** Dante’s Inferno Through the forest I walk, Lost, confused and alone, In this wood I met the man, Who offered me a vision of hell's throne. Onwards we travelled into infinity, Through the forest unto the gate, "Abandon all hope ye who enter here." No turning back, 'tis far too late. Through the cave of fire I sail, A man of great evil steers the vessel, "We twist through the nine plains The place Lucifer rules, hell." I'm not affraid as the dark approaches, Into it effortlessly we are drawn, I feel the stinging cries of the damned, For hell is the power master and I am the fawn. "Welcome unto purgatory, the damned here repent." I watch as from the sky cold rain falls, Black sin slowly flows from the bodies, And then the pure soul, climbs heaven's walls. Onward we travel into the next plain, Despair begins to howl loud, I approach a seven walled castle, That blocks the horizon like a black shroud. Within lie numerous souls, Caesar, arristotle and homer, none are glad, There seems to be no punishment here, Instead there is serenity yet still sad. "Beware the seven sins, they guide you despair, Onwards we travel to where the lustful lie, Trapped by the howling of nature, Without the wings that they need to fly." The world is dark in the second plain, I watch as bodies are blown by the wind, They scream for mercy for their lust, But it is too late, for they sinned. We move through to the third, Cerberus, the tri-headed beast, snaps his jaws, The damned squeal in the rain and mud, While the beast lashes them with fangs and claws. In the distance flows the styx, But before there lies the fourth plain, The greedy souls, hording all in life, Share their burdens and their eternal pain. I scream at the sight of men here, The weights of their sins crush them, Then the wolf Plutus snarls, And hatefully scars them with his phlegm. I venture behind the guide to the fifth, I watch in horror as the hateful fight, Their scornful ways in life, Drown them in the styx amidst their spite. The heat rises as we emerge from the river, I approach the walls of satan's city of Dis, Heretics smoulder in burning tombs, And snake-haired Medusa laughs in bliss. My eyes sting as we leave the city, And emerge within the seventh plain of hell, Fire rains from heaven on blasphemers, And the sinners that here doth dwell. Bodies of generals hang from twisted trees, Harpies build nests of flesh in the dead, I turn from the scene to face the minotaur, Whose snarls fill me with quivering dread. We fall from the seventh into Maleborge, The snake pit, amphitheatre of fire, Horned demons whip the flesh of pimps, While others struggle in the depths of this mire. At the sight of men scratching away their flesh, I am forced to quiver and stammer, Hypocrites walk in lead-lined cloaks, Sinners here are smote by justice's hammer. Through eight plains of despair I have wandered, Slowly I have approached the end, All that remains is the final plain, A place I will hopefully never attend. Blasts of icy wind smash my body, As we venture into coctyus, the pit of despair, Here the fallen angel lucifer himself, Awaits those who come into his lair. His wings they forever flap, Icy peaks form all around, Screaming faces are frozen deep in ice, Their despairing screams produce no sound. I walk along the glacier, And espy the traitors in lucifer's grasp, Judas, cassius and brutus, No quarter can they ask. "Here lie those who betrayed their kin." The maddened guide tells me, "Against god, family and country Never of their sin can they be free." I am filled with despair, As I walk the sea of silver light, Towards the kingdom above ground, A place where I will fight. The decieving priests of the lord, Who betray him for their gain, Truth of hell I shall reveal, To end their foolish game. **I chose this piece as it is my greatest achievement, having read the amazing 'divine comedy of dante' I just knew that I had to try and interpret it to the themes that I believed it conveyed. This work was my most ambitious and daring and thankfully it worked!** Insanity I lie alone, counting the soft white bricks of my cell, Watching all areas, I keep hold of my power, Contrary to belief, inside here is not a hell, More like a room, where forbidden thoughts flower. What I was is nothing more than a distant past, Before my mind played tricks and I saw them all, Sanity fades, like life it cannot last, So I readied myself, to answer their call. Then fame found me, and I was adored by men in white, How was I too know their interest was shallow? Just as I began to think that my star shone bright, I got abandoned here, like a field left fallow. Yet I am safe here, while the world sells its soul To greedy corporations, and surrender to conformity, I smile as I rot away, down in my hole, While the world out there, is reduced to lunacy. **As an actual concept this is probably my most impressive piece, the reflection, imagery and association of words is my strongest and the power of the piece is timeless. This was the first of two poems that made it into 'reflections on the web' and is one that I wrote about four years ago, time certainly didn't age this piece** This is a long post and i thank all who read it, may you enjoy the work and the memories. Until next time! [This message has been edited by Nan (07-27-2003 11:27 PM).] |
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VOE Member
since 2003-07-10
Posts 119From the land of Camelot |
Your poet friends were right in their advice. There's enough hate and anger out there already... Wishing you luck in your endeavors...~V~ I speak from the Voice Of Experience |
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Peter J Marcroft Member
since 2003-02-02
Posts 265York, England |
thank you for reading and i too wish you the best luck with your endeavours |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Goodbye Peter Thank you for sharing your talents with us. Best wishes always. TD |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Yep, I'd say this sums "you" up very well. Boy! You sure do use a lot of words! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
Goodbye Peter  best wishes on your journey |
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SharaRose Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2501Somewhere out there~ |
I know I don't know you, but I am the kind that doesn't do goodbyes very well so I had to do something. I hope you will not mind--- "I hate this fate, a trick of my blood, My father was a tyrant and thus I am the same, I am not allowed, to serve the common good, As that will bring the family shame." Remember:--- "the sins of the Father are [visited] upon the children" {Visitors} come...they don't stay. What ever plgues you that is like your father isn't resident in you. It only comes to visit you to tempt you. Well that's what I think anyway. Why I am writing this I don't know, but for some reason I felt compelled to leave this in the comment box. I, too struggle with this thing about being like my father. Please forgive if this is an intrusion since I do not know you. I don't know you, but Godspeed in finding your peace.  SharaRose @-->-- Of sound, and speech let all lift the hearer! |
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Peter J Marcroft Member
since 2003-02-02
Posts 265York, England |
I thank you all for reading, I did not want to leave but I am not sure I am at peace with my work right now so I have decided to take my leave. I thank you all for reading and enjoying my work, may you all have great times with your poetry and the poetry of others. Now I bid you all, FAREWELL! |
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Wayfarer Junior Member
since 2003-10-08
Posts 14 |
wow dude these are awesome poems, shame that you had to leave. |
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