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Realm Of The Clandestine
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Realm Of The Clandestine |
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Ben Junior Member
since 2004-01-17
Posts 21 |
1984 printed in the ambience of Uzbekistan Ghosts of the past evaporating in a sealed hand Beneath the ever watchful eye that pierces walls And the silent ear that puncture’s deaf halls The realm of the clandestine bread on terror As the outer subtly strikes from the inner Under the flag of red, white and blue Freedom is chained to those referred to as who As the forgotten tremble upon the floor of a malicious cellblock Their time descends on a motionless clock |
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McLean Member
since 2004-01-05
Posts 484state of marital bliss |
Hi Ben! "Clandestine" was my word for the day a couple of weeks ago. I wrote "Clandestine Canvas". Occasionally, when in a dry writing spell, I'll simply pick up the dictionary, and whatever the first "non-conventional" word I see, I use in a poem. It helps to get over the periods of un-naturally-birthed-creativity. Thank goodness...because I knew it's meaning in your write! Nice to read you! McLean |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
deep, dramatic read...this line really jumped out at me: "Freedom is chained to those referred to as who" thought-provoking reference |
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