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Apocalyptic Ink
Poets pack apocalyptic power in
their pens as long as their inkwells
are filled with the acid of unrest.
I am reluctant to breathe for fear
of absorbing your cowardly
exhalations, your weak kneed
prostrations, and gestations, and
I refuse to remove the splinters
from your wimpy rail-riding
asses as you cower and grovel
in a P C police state of mind, too
afraid to offend, thoughts never
to ascend above the safety net
of plastic playthings and pretty
alliterated lines of empty grace
pontificated politely; Bullshit!
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Comment by: ripleym - 2007-01-07 09:24
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Hi Ron, not seen you around for ages. The first time I've read your succint work for a while, and what a refresher course.
I'm not even going to try and write something that's not already been written; you may remember that poetry isn't my main thing anyway. Suffice to say I didn't have to work too hard to grasp the meaning of this one.
That said, I feel as though I have incurred the wrath of the poem by 'wussing out' on a proper critique. |
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| I love this. Most beautiful thing about is that it's true: I'm sure there are writers out there who don't (or can't) write what they want to because they're scared of the repercussions. But I digress. After the "asses", I have to admit I wasn't too surprised by the "bullshit", but in my opinion it takes a lot just to put either word in a poem. |
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Gotta love the old styled iambic metered verse. Is this a good poem? Yes it is, but then you know that and you know what you are doing. So the usual and feeble "good job" is all that is left. You left little unsaid and explicating this would not be a difficult task. The only question here is whether or not it is honest. My first response is that it is honest enough in its anger, but it fails to recognize its own pontification of moral judgements. But the the hell we are human and thus full of contradiction. Thus the last word ends, "Bullshit", embrace the rage or seek to confine it within the parameters of petty prosody wrapped in pc illusions.
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Comment by: - 2006-10-02 12:18
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I really enjoyed this poem. it was powerful and hard hitting and the first stanza really got me into the poem and the last stanza finished it off nicely. i liked the last word. a jolt!
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Comment by: - 2006-09-16 10:07
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| You've got some real talent. I liked the poem a lot, great word use, great flow, one of the best works I've read on here. I look forward to reading more by you. |
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