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DECAY

Submitted by Esker on Sat, 2012-06-09 13:04

sure and soft the mists of Atlantic
weave bolts of light

in these rains that fall
beyond the lanterns cast
the radiation grows
and grows
the silken fingers
strong and sure

we grow sick and weak
our time demure

the cities dark and blackened
broke
the fires from the bombers spoke

we sing songs around the
lights we keep
and watch for wolves
that hunger feast
and dreams
before the end time
deep

still there is love
scavenged
perfumes ride
on poisoned winds
jackets of expensive
cut
and gleaming stock
of rifles cached

new jokes are found
and prayers are said
for those away
now gone and dead

still life

goes on
along the blasted coast
where skavengers
do make the most

and life goes on

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Esker

Thu, 2012-06-14 08:10

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Thank you most much Darling
there is a lost appreciative art in the toil of negotiation
in the civility of being polite
and yet you my dear speak all so well upon this exchange
between airs of ponder

I grew up mid class
but was urged to dress above this
and in high school as I do know
chose atttire that is rather proper
or rather a cultured apparel

intelligence
why waste it

poetry require intelligence and so does
writing and or reading

appreciating it as an art
thats cultured

when the plaques were ravaging euro
those that could afforded the
exquisite science of scent
do mask the stench of foul
death about them as the city
populations fell

I have never read faulkner
or williams
maybe when I am much older
then this even

I have never known a magnolia
pale in her subtle charms against
the sweeping arms of her keep

thank you

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loved

Thu, 2012-06-14 12:38

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still there is love
scavenged
perfumes ride
on poisoned winds just superbly marvelous

*appreciating it as an art
that's cultured

*this i teach my very own kith and kin
still to no avail

loved

loved

Thu, 2012-06-14 12:42

loved's picture

poetry requires intelligence and so does
writing and or reading

but how is it
that I having no intelligence
at times....
but don a garb ..
as some
gems germinate
must ask Jess this

loved

Ian.T

Fri, 2012-06-15 09:57

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An excellent write as per, and once again will leave the form to others, That I enjoy your walks into other ways is good enough for me.
I wonder if we need bombers to end our civilisations, or are we capable to do it in our own way on our own streets.
The End Time maybe man made as I can't see a god taking the trouble to Smote us, Yours Ian.T

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