between the hourglass tattoo between her fingers
between the pretence of a past tense wearing thin
between desire and deception
a preconcepted ill repute of external wonderment
where bathes the autistic Liger
in a stream of her makers powdered milk;
between the fathom and the furlong
where twists the knives of the thriving athiest
sister of the sun
mother of the moons' incarcerated doubt
with her stout heart and steady aim
so wings the steady progress of her digestive heart's unsteady flight;
between Dante's hell and her pale green skin of Oak
where her tempermental offspring thrive on the saliva of her eyes
in splintered nests possessed with obsessions cut and dried
with their test tube monk and his spunkless prayer
crawling like a Scuttle Crab with his splintered hands blooded, bruised and battered;
between us and them
between a mundane and a miracle
before the healing of progressive scorn
I can do nothing more but witness
the shitless wonders of a cold war in a summer heat
giving reason for a heaving lungs release from a captives grip;
- Author: Melvin James (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 4th, 2021 10:39
- Comment from author about the poem: a troubled mind
- Category: Sociopolitical
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- Users favorite of this poem: Poetic Dan
Comments1
'between the fathom and the furlong
where twists the knives
of the thriving athiest
sister of the sun, mother of the moons'
incarcerated doubt
with her stout heart and steady aim
so wings the steady progress
of her digestive heart's unsteady flight;'
'between Dante's hell
and her pale green skin of Oak
where her tempermental offspring
thrive on the saliva of her eyes
in splintered nests possessed
with obsessions cut and dried'
'between us and them
between a mundane and a miracle
before the healing of progressive scorn
I can do nothing more but witness
the shitless wonders
of a cold war in a summer heat, giving reason
for a heaving lungs
release from a captives grip;'..
(behold: modernity's
self-destructive war
fought on those hairline splinters of difference
between those who profess to worship
one or a handful of deities - only
and thereby: by default
claim themselves - to be, atheist's
towards the other 3'000 deities, known
to humanity;
and
those other's, who profess themselves
as atheist's to the entire 3'000 or more
known deities, in our world...!)
how succinctly, yet poignantly you've worded
our absurd basis for this seemingly unending
hatred and divisiveness,
dear talented Poet
(forgive me for cutting and pasting, so rudely
I was just trying to highlight your brilliance)
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