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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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I saw a hard blink from a lizard’s eye Cracking a joke about the third world That no one speaks of Where young men hold each other Up against the darkness Burning the arms of glowing cheeks And no one speaks of…cheap social lies But back their sides of monumental eyes Darkness means nothing to them They cannot bear to pray To white bleating lambs Or understand their fragility Or their own Holding mankind by the throat While the widow weeps Insanity rests like a contaminated imminence Tough bargaining, easy violence Splintering democracy with homespun asylums Why would half naked wartime leaders Maneuver decisions with self-inflicted diarrhea? Posing like rotting flesh Eyes dead Plucking the child’s dreams from their sleep Selling them to the killing fields And no one speaks or carries him to his crib Window frames sell photographs While children bleed memory blackouts Broken glass panics when torn And the lessons learned are none From infectious dragons Burning the streets or any foothold Breathing peace is massacred To the bitter depths of shame Retaliation is a little man Pouring smoke into the lungs of Buddha Whose the adult, and whose the child On Sunday Morning? |
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Lady Of Light Junior Member
since 2003-10-23
Posts 31 |
Holding mankind by the throat While the widow weeps Insanity rests like a contaminated imminence Tough bargaining, easy violence Splintering democracy with homespun asylums Why would half naked wartime leaders Maneuver decisions with self-inflicted diarrhea? Posing like rotting flesh Eyes dead So very much said, so powerfully. I enjoyed this, thank you. |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
so Lee J say what you think will ya? my next job is going to be making dreams for children the good ones get sweet dreams the bad ones get nightmares kewl stuff in your art ms |
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Soleil Noir Senior Member
since 2001-12-19
Posts 688USA |
Window frames sell photographs ~*~ every line was, is a keeper when one wants to remember the absurdity of war... and yet, no one man will look at history and keep it to them, some say, all in the name of religion. Well done, Lee. An excellent voice of how it is. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
LeeJ How can you rate excellence? Good morning dear. |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
Lee, What a realistic picture you paint! Every line of this can is meticuluously brushed. Enjoyed your poem very much, but wish the world were in a better situation... I had a very good "70s friend that used to tell me, "There are no problems in the world, just solutions out of place." Now we just have to get everyone to work at the same time on the solution, to clear their heads and start on that puzzle again. miscellanea |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
you always get me thinking |
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