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Aureole Blueing

That corona garland, worn by few
may be brandished by those untainted

Who by some great deed, in memory sewn
thus impressed an angry god,
were then received as canon

Years have passed, and those who are left
to right the skewed halos, burnished above the pews

Grow fewer, and fainter, air deprived inside
the stone facade, that must persist

The brocade of landscape, pastoral, longed for green,
reminiscent: but drying to brown outside

Is burning beyond those sainted gates, and
no one is listening to Men that guard

The dry parchments, those falling shards
of contrived fate.

Style / type: 
Free verse
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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This has an almost epic feel to it and seems like the beginning of a longer poem. Second line is a bit vague in its meaning (At least to this old fart lol).I think the last half of this is truly exceptional...............stan

Firstly, thanks for taking the time to have a look.The second line is an attempt to remain sensitive to certain portions of the Church, which are a little 'less than tarnished'. I don't think I would have the time to compose anything epic! But will continue to work on this mini epic, encouraged by your kind remarks.

Take care.

Chris Hall - Tasmania

Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince's stores and bumped them up on the brewery float. On the brewery float bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of Prince's stores.

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