Beneath decrepit realms and turf,
The sickly, and the fair.
Above, waves of sound entranced
And what trembles through their air.
Marred, a desperate fulcrum,
The verse their hearts decide.
Armor and shield - its night pled-bright,
Its sorrow that will remind.
All that ever is upon
And all that ever truly was,
Of all things ever meant to be;
I, am the one.
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Author:
Nicholas Browning (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was meant to sound pretentious so don't get mad at me please lol.
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I'm more mad (angry? not really. lol) over that 'armor'. Who's these people missing out 'u's? Ain't they got no 'u' on their keyboard?!
It's American spellings. You will say 'Why you UK people keep adding extra 'u's'? lol.
We must know these things - they are matters of life and death - not!
I'm made too xD I can never tell which one to use. I might just die at this rate lol
But we (in UK anyway) miss out some u's. We write 'humour', and 'humorous', but not 'humourous'. Can't we make up our minds?! lol. Notice that extra 'u' slipping away in 'humorous'?
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NB, I appreciate the ambiguous, Miltonian tone and inscrutable nature of your "one." Each of us is the center of the universe at each moment in space and time. Playful and tight little piece. BTW, Orchidee, we in the States say "armor" because our tongue is descended from the low-brow classes, not your haughty Chaucerian high style of London English! Plus we did not want to confuse the word with "amour." I bet it's all derived from the Great Vowel Shift!
Well thank you for your insight Jarcher, I most definitely appreciate it. And yeah, English is complicated enough with one word meaning 90 different things, lol.
And I'm an atheist - love the write - great use of words.
A visit from you always puts a smile on my face. Apologies for being away for so long. Thanks for the kind words Michael.
Well it’s not about religion as such
I guess it’s start with us and then rest follows
Each drop makes an ocean but what if each drop is an ocean itself
Good one dear poet
Thank you very much spill. And I suppose it depends on the size of the tank that the droplet goes into. Some droplets think they're oceans, and some oceans must think themselves droplets.
Brilliant!
you've so very cleverly - outlined
the hypocrisy
in our limited scope, to comprehend
the meaning
behind the word, 'creation'
since, we
can only perceive
the word
warped, by our fallible
perception: of Self..
alas, how?
can we ever imagine, creating anything
that's not imbued, at some level
by our very, Nature
to poison and fester - all
that we interact with, in existence...
'we'
but mere fleetingly, finite
cohorts
of such a seemingly, infinite
Chaotically aligned, universe!
(a great write
can't help but ponder
the many levels
you scratch, awake
into our awareness
with your poetry's, brevity)
thanks for choosing to share, dear poet
I'm very pleased that you took away what you did from this piece. It's things like this that inspire me to write. I'm glad you enjoyed, and thank you for the kind words, L.B.
Some people like to think they are superior and above … don’t they , but it’s not true .
A good writing )
And some people will only ever know their own. It's another mystery lol.
Thanks for the visit :3
What do you mean ? That’s ok )
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