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  • Freshman - 1,297 Points Mike Acker (12/22/2014 5:00:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply
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    He has to fathom the infinite
    and all that deals with vague beginnings
    and uneasy endings, for how else
    could he survive his times;

    those of agnosticism, of grays, dark and light,
    but never again black or white;
    the same times when directions of north,
    or south could just as well be of east or west.

    Now that the deities have all but died,
    he is finally free to step out of
    their pious prisons of ignorance, naked,
    and embrace the nothing that is space and time.

    Only numbers, one upon the other,
    will dominate his new, nowhere world.
    These digits will be well-hidden under man-made
    layers of new, unambiguous uncertainties.

    His goals will not differ
    from those of his father's;
    they will only seem more complex
    in their inexplicable simplicity.

    Mike Acker

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    • Freshman - 1,297 Points The Pundit (12/22/2014 12:12:00 PM) Post reply

      Not bad. On a 'number' scale, I'd give it 7.0. One thing, if you rearrange your directions (North, South, etc) , you could squeeze in a nice little rhyme in that stanza. Even East/West would work. Goo ... more

  • Freshman - 1,302 Points Timothy Walters (12/21/2014 8:47:00 AM) Post reply

    It is time for me to go home

    The skies have just turned a shade darker,
    Calling to retirement the sunburnt farmer,
    But my heart still wants to roam,
    It is time for me to go home.

  • Gold Star - 13,977 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (12/17/2014 9:09:00 AM) Post reply

    Poets are not always the opinion makers but poets are the catalysts to opinions in world events. They cannot blindly write poems but actually with due consideration and observation of the world.

  • Rookie - 774 Points The Pundit (12/16/2014 12:17:00 PM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    I Tried to Do a Dog

    cumbrous going down no time to ponder
    burnt amber shag freckles swapping
    places on faces sitting crisscross
    applesauce legs touching underneath

    a dining room table lips pressed together
    a harsh light from a kitchen surrounds it
    outside the body like now tottering
    not even a last glimpse at verdure

    children squeal the echoes strangled
    four bare feet

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  • Rookie - 774 Points The Pundit (12/16/2014 11:33:00 AM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    Well! I must say, somebody took Max to the woodshed didn't they?Nice poem!

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    • Rookie - 774 Points The Pundit (12/22/2014 8:51:00 AM) Post reply

      Well, okay then. Merry Christmas. Max too.

    • Rookie - 774 Points ... Dog God 8hate (12/22/2014 5:07:00 AM) Post reply

      . . the clumsy menace, couldn't stay on the wall ... it was an inhabitable toil ... rather livid ... the verdure - lost in dowdy disaster And? maybe the Kingdom's united, in its ... more

    • Rookie - 774 Points The Pundit (12/16/2014 10:07:00 PM) Post reply

      Well, the'Max' poem is gone. Is that PH or the author?It's a shame there's such weak individuals out there with no sense of humor, and egos like stained glass. I liked that poem. It wasn't great, but ... more

  • Freshman - 1,302 Points Timothy Walters (12/16/2014 1:43:00 AM) Post reply


    When you see your friends smile,
    Can you not help but smile along?
    And when they are feeling down,
    Can you not help but feel down too?
    For friendship is the common ground on which we gel,
    This we know only too well.

  • Rookie - 774 Points The Pundit (12/15/2014 6:45:00 PM) Post reply

    Who writes the wackiest posts on the forum?Pranab or Sean North?Sean gets the nod for creativity, but Pranab, with his Beckettian ability to confound, should get his fair share of votes. Merry Christmas to both of them, and their clitoris'! !

  • Rookie - 782 Points Jerry Hughes (12/15/2014 5:25:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Compliments of the season Nimal, and to you're family. Warmest best wishes, Jerry & Alison

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  • Freshman - 2,293 Points Pranab K Chakraborty (12/14/2014 12:38:00 AM) Post reply

    Quiet brilliant the codes to apply but so hazy, really undone to get its access.

  • Rookie - 919 Points Gulsher John (12/12/2014 8:16:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Into the Wild

    The sitting sun, wrestling
    with the clouds, and
    kindles the sky
    with pale reds; and snaps
    her glory, loitering in the wild.

    But i see winters in
    her smiles, often synced in tears.
    O, this world is like a belly
    of beast, spouting acid
    into love and peace.

    The time crept by
    slowly, still her innocence
    trances my dreams. And I
    can hear her whisperings endlessly
    walk on the barren moors.

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