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Religious Slaughter (Free verse) by Beyond_Dreams An apostle of literature sleeps
eyes closed; dreaming of water ways
with a splash of crimson delight.
His eyes flutter; awakened to falling Abremon,
A tumulus ocean branches out grasping
the searing rays; ode to the sun.
Silver riches shine beneath the seas
of parallel complexes; a skull sits
bastardized, fallen from the heat.
But it's not the skull of the trying
hand reaching towards a goal.
Fallen from grace with scorched
wings; abandoned by the ocean breeze.
Servants slaughter sheep to the
howling of the moon strips of wool
starlings moving as they fall.
Beneath the iridescent river skies.
The air is full and heavy.
Icarus would be proud.
A star lit sparkled sky outlined
in feathers and wax; one for religion dies.
Prayers of Agnostic combated Christian
scrap yard metal wreckages;
tapping on the window to the soul,
the religious caucus pendulum
swaying to and fro...
Up the ladder:
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Down the ladder:
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Posted: December 20, 2004 11:37 AM PST; Last modified: December 20, 2004 11:37 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.3585887 Overall Rank: 3334 The following users have marked this poem on their favorites list:
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I will never take to free verse, must be my age, give me a good old fashioned rhyming poem any day. Yet, never too late, must try. One thing I would like to see, a 'tumulous' ocean with an 'o'.
Are you referring to the spelling?
Yes.
'tumulus' is spelled correctly
Sorry, thought you were using it as an adjective.
Overall an intereting take on what so many have such a powerful position of opinion in. I liked the second and third stanzas best, but don't think I'd try and change anything about the others. The imagery is too strong to risk altering in even the slightest way.
â¢Â°â¢Gregory Jamesâ¢Â°â¢
Thank you :)
i like this . . . u creat vivid images
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I hope that gave you little insight on this poem.
In fact, it apparently already is. Twenty years ago, something like a tenth of the Muslim women in Jordan covered their heads. Today it's nine-tenths. Even given that part of that is the result of Jordanians returning from the Gulf after the first Gulf War, that's still a pretty big shift to the right. I figure it'll be followed by an even bigger slide to the left within a few years, provided the Middle East isn't simply swallowed by the earth for its colossal dimness, like it should be. I mean, Western Culture FUCKING RULES, am I right??!? IT'S A FUCKING STEAMROLLER, MAN!!!!
This war in Iraq is nothing like the crusades.