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    They will turn the wheel,
    for Catherine, named.
    Them,
    that would have men
    press the skins
    o'er brows,
    upon specks
    of hallowed ground,
    swept rid of dust,
    to drench the earth
    in bloodlust.
    And you would find
    their countenance familiar,
    in eerie
    sober contemplation,
    shudder,
    at the scrivener's fury,
    a litany
    of triumph
    and shame,
    lay abandoned in the fray.
    The wounded,
    whisked away,
    by preponderance of hours.
    And still,
    cerebral neglect
    confound.
    An angry chorus
    lifts the sound,
    euphemistic zealots abound.
    Their brethren?
    The hooded brood,
    raze crosses to light,
    raise palms to pledge,
    mortal dance upon the edge.
    Yet
    fear the doppelgänger reflection,
    who set black flags to wave,
    for vengeance,
    turn apples to the blade.
    As we,
    in fearful confrontation,
    fetch Crows,
    from neath the shade,
    dress them in a new name,
    dabble in these patriot games.
    Summon ghosts
    to spurn their rest,
    and, in haste
    seek ripe necks,
    for a hangman's harvest.
    DWAYNE
    Master of the Forum
    Last edited by DWAYNE; 02-01-2017, 09:51 AM.

  • #2
    Wow, Dwayne, the muse has inhabited you, and she is a proud and indignant one! Very well done, maestro!

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    • #3
      Wow and wow Dwayne. Magnificently dark and painful and full of energy - it stirred me!!!

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      • #4
        my goodness your vocabulary is so affecting! you are able to write in pure bass notes!

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        • #5
          What an amazing poem. So beautifully written. Flawless.

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          • #6
            "Yet fear the doppelgänger reflection" So very well put. This just jumped out at me. Very well done, DWAYNE!

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            • #7
              Thanks all.

              There is so much going on in the world, right now, for one who tends to be fascinated by these matters, they are a poetic trove.

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              • #8
                So glad you are able to treat these current things with so much power, and smarts. A smart, compelling poem indeed.

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                • #9
                  a canon shot at the heart of bigotry for me. The ignorance of man is still astounding. We will grind each other till the end. Save the poets, save the lovers, save the seers. This filled me with lead, made me heavy

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