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untitled (Free verse) by MacFrantic There is nothing so sweet
as the bitter ode
from a woman's tongue.
She is the razor blade viper;
an unearthly diversion.
The meek bask in her
unrelenting wrath.
Her wares are the grotesque
corruptions of long-forgotten gains.
What the heart provides,
she will nourish,
and both will flourish.
Yet, in the moment of abandon,
that overseer will stumble
and drive a knife into the chest.
So what is the ruse?
It's masked in rouge,
and smells of perfumed corpses;
a testament to the bygones.
Because where the devil sleeps
she sits upright,
staring into the blackness
of everlasting night.
Up the ladder:
EXIT (this way)
Down the ladder:
Spilling Out Sideways
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Posted: December 10, 2006 1:01 PM PST; Last modified: December 10, 2006 1:01 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.1589375 Overall Rank: 5133 Comments:
I sense some contempt. Fantastic writing. 10.
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All right, hereâs the bitter ode from a womanâs tongue: You comment too little! Your comments are fewer than comments received, and this is not only bad etiquette, itâs contrary to the ode âIt is more blessed to give than to receive.â So, get into the process â dialog, debate, comment. Youâll become a better poet.
As for this poem, itâs pretty good. One of you better posts.
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