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as if it ever did

as if it ever did

 

I walk a path never trod

between mountains and the sea

glory hallelujah is not a part of me

 

every witness you may ask

will tell you all the same

not that it makes a difference

I never knew his name

 

his name to me is only myth

myth and nothing more

as light comes down and up in life

myth is just a whore

 

a whore that never charges

until you believe in it

once you do you're in it

a funky world of shit

 

shit that binds and traps you

traps you in its webs

webs you don't feel until you're caught

then, you're good as dead

 

dead while you're still living

doubt, born upon a slow cold wind

hinged upon a door that opens

once, trap closes no longer giving

 

giving -- as if it ever did

nothing but give all of what you are,

what you have, and what you have not

while those that ask are hid

 

hid behind a monstrous scheme

hid behind the vestments

hid behind overwhelming lies

within all the testaments

 

testaments written as laws laid down

down is where they'll take you

take you on a trip of woe

you'll be encaged inside the zoo

 

zoo where others come to watch

in their Sunday morning best

a fashion show to see who wears

the best is a just a jest

 

jest is far from funny

a lark they try to make it

make it seem so real to those

who buy the morning ticket

 

ticket to no destination

ticket to oblivion

freedom cast among the coals

absolutely no consummation

 

lovers do it better

lovers do it best

even when their lovemaking

ends at no behest

 

behest that wanes and waxes

waxing and they wane

downhill flying arrow

trumpeting falling train

 

Orion sits quite lonely

in a winter's starry night

billion stars a-twinkling

around its frosty light

 

light that harbingers

battle last when all

will be laid bare

truth before the fall

 

of religion's fault for sharing

its darkness on us all.

 

vcp

 

25 January 2010

— Victorclaude, Jan 27, 2010

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Country/Region: USA

Favorite Poets: Wallace Stevens, D. H. Lawrence, Charles Bukowski, Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Percy Bysshe Shelley, T. S. Eliot, E. E. Cummings, Emily Dickinson, William Butler Yeats, Pablo Neruda, Joni Mitchell, William Shakespeare, Basho, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Kelly Marie Hayner, Susan Wydville. D. Phillip Caron, Elizabeth Bishop.

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seabhac

seabhac

16 years 4 months ago

Good example of pantoum,

A strong emotive write with spit and fire in it. I liked the theme and I liked the method of writing...on the reading aloud there were places that the rhythm faltered a little for me. Sometimes that can be differences in accents or pronunciations of words that change the balance of flow but a very good first post. Welcome to Neo Seabhac
Victorclaude

Victorclaude

16 years 4 months ago

response to seabhac

Seabhac, Thanks so much for your remarks. I know this needs a bit of work, but I wrote it in about five minutes. There are flow anomalies in it for me as well. One thing I left out is that most religions are male-dominated which leaves the goddess out in the cold again. Victor Claude
Victorclaude

Victorclaude

16 years 4 months ago

pantoum

Mona, This is not a true pantoum. "The pantoum many consist of an indefinite number of four-line stanza, but in any case the second and fourth lines of one stanza must reappear as the first and third verses of the following stanza. In the final stanza the first and third lines of the first staza recur in reverse order, the poem thus ending with the same line with which it began." -- Holman and Harmon. Here is an example: "While building castles in the sand I paused a while and pondered. As I drifted into dreamland From my castles people wandered. I paused a while and pondered What these little creatures were. From my castles people wandered Little ma'ams and little sirs. What these little creatures were Was not quite clear to me. Little ma'ams and little sirs All full of gaiety. Was not quite clear to me I had caused their liberation. All full of gaiety They sprang from imagination. I had caused their liberation As I drifted into dreamland. They sprang from imagination While building castles in the sand." by Karen Howard I hope this answers your question, Mona. Thanks for the read and kind comment. Victor Claude