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  • POEM: Ash to Ash by Joanne Kearsey (11/11/2014 4:46:00 PM)

    Extremely well written there were some great lines in hear, a wonderful self portrait of human nature and the faucets of human identity. Pretty good poem of the day

  • POEM: ~Well Mannered Animals~ by E Nigma (11/11/2014 4:36:00 PM)

    No one is innocent, were all victors & victims
    Predators and prey, praying for peace

    There is a symmetry between those who inflict pain and those who are inflicted by it, millions of years ago, the largest reptiles inhabited the earth, and the most common mammals were no larger then a shrew hiding in burrows trying to survive, then an event happened which changed everything and give the advantage to mammals, who then became the dangerous phylum, and reptiles became secondary. But the thing is behaviour is learned and adapted over time, some become herbivores, passive and nominal creatures other become carnivores ferocious and dangerous, but dominant in their manner, and then there are omnivores, us, and we can either be one or the other or both, humans are a duality. I say let reason be our means to having manners. Awesome job. THIS should be read in biology classes instead of English.

  • POEM: ~The Artist Draws Death's Door~ by E Nigma (11/11/2014 4:14:00 PM)

    Enigmatic is your name, and conundrums are your game, something Lovecrafitian about this, especially in the way you paint death, as an entity beyond normal perceptions. Death destroys all things men, matter and the Gods themselves.
    How can it be an ally
    When I am death's guide?
    Interesting line, death needs life to fulfill itself and its mission, life fades, but then becomes renewed again with a new vigour, and death continue on with the lighthouse of the living guiding it on its sojourn. Its how we choose to face that partner that matters in life, do we coward or walk hand in hand knowing it will take us to the abyss. Love the last stanza that's the call of a warrior who sees death as a glorious means to signify once passing in life. We live as we die, standing up or laying down, you are the guide.

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  • Kevin Patrick (10/18/2014 11:34:00 PM) Post reply

    Every line of this poem is steeped in a deep understanding of human pain and suffering, although it may seem the happiest person it can be a disguise.

    you wish to be happy
    you wish to be free
    you want to show the world who you are but you cant

    A great depth and understanding of the subject matter, but perhaps its also good, for others can reciprocate and understand. there is hope
    Thank you for this

  • Kevin Patrick (10/3/2014 10:44:00 PM) Post reply

    :) Just the last three lines get me, the rest is just the best. MORE!

  • Kevin Patrick (10/3/2014 10:42:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    There’s a face in the mirror
    And I’m not sure who it is
    It comes right at me like a gun fighter’s fist
    Charging fast, and rapid nearly grazing the tip
    Between the span of nerves; Hook line and miss
    And there’s a veil thinly pealed
    Beneath a rock in my skull
    Gazing through the parallax of two empty dots

    I try to call out but there’s no room in the dark,
    Amber light converges in deliriums exhaust
    The Shellac dries
    Under heats condensation
    But the sink is gorged
    In a gelatinous inundation

    While a frail monotone
    Splinters the trembling cracks
    That tears my lips
    Without so much as a match
    My Sutured mouths rings in the tropic of cancer
    As Wings shackled flyby in fire pits trail
    The Porter calls out for my Gordian vest
    I lie to live and keep all my threads colour best
    While growing in the marrow
    Of the puppet at the pulpit
    Is an epiphany of chemical pain
    Coursing the narrow gaps in my dislodged veins
    And I wonder which role that I'm born to play
    When every day feels exactly the same

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