Will.
Spirit
of force.
Power to
manipulate.
Move
pieces
on the
board.
Control.
Mental
vibrations.
Narrative
driven.
Influence.
Shaping
civilization.
Battle
of wills.
Historically.
Humanity’s
course
directed,
set.
Forced.
Alexander
the Great.
Golden
orb of
influence.
Internally
generated.
Cosmically
gleaned.
Will,
soul
sponsored.
Stressed,
nature
of control.
Powerful
determination.
Unwavering,
resolve.
Mental
fortitude,
overwhelming.
How the
course of
natured is
derived.
Shear
force
of will.
Gift
of the
gods.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: June 11th, 2025 21:11
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Comments5
John this one sets the footprints down the trail to the end. Most interesting format that serves as a guide to this poem. Lovely
Thank you kindly.
Something over used by some and under used by others, interesting and enjoyable read
amen
So true. Thank you for the comment.
You are very welcome
You almost lost me when I saw the format, but you lived inside of it beautifully. It was the perfect medium to describe sheer willpower. I couldn't have done it any better, masterfully done.
Thank you kindly for reading my work.
Of the forces within and beyond, the will to achieve is always, was and forever. This is a truly excellent poem, in its intellect, form and expression. Very well done indeed.
Kind regards,
Tony.
Thank you Tony…
This hits like a chiseled mantra; stark, compact, and reverberating with philosophical weight. It's not just about will as determination, but Will as a primal force—the unseen gravity behind empires, ideologies, even the arc of civilisation itself. The rhythm, built from clipped, almost talismanic phrases, mirrors the relentless pressure and singularity of focus that the poem describes. The invocation of Alexander the Great serves as more than historical reference; he becomes a mythic embodiment of will's capacity to bend reality. There’s something almost mystical in “cosmically gleaned” and “soul sponsored,” as if true will is both internal and divinely sourced, a flame kindled by something greater. The repetition and fragmentation make the poem feel like it's being channeled, not written; a transmission more than a meditation. It suggests that to shift the course of humanity, one doesn't just have will— they are will. It reads like a spell. Or perhaps even a warning.
Thank you for your kind observations.
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