cindy stubbs


Apocalypse Now - Poem by cindy stubbs

From north to south
The balance will rouse
They are magnetized by the snake
Whose pleasures are but fake
Prosperity and greed do crave
Things not known, lead to a fiery grave

Transgressions were foretold in a book
The spirits that be, dare not look
Fools of aspiration
Constant contemplation
Throughout the nation

Transgressions carried in a quiver
Loaded they not shiver
Playing carefree with bloody darts
Refined over generations to an art

Vengents soared near the end
Most were foe, not a friend
Scores will return
Transgressor will surely burn


Comments about Apocalypse Now by cindy stubbs

  • Rookie KM Centlivre (1/28/2008 9:39:00 PM)

    Kind of dark, but as a recovering Christian I realize your passion. As a lyricist/writer for over 30 years, I am just now getting to the point where I am comfortable with my writing. I had to rid myself of certain drawbacks, such as rhyme and iambic pentameter. I am no longer concerned with these things as I was, but lyrics differ from poetry in that you can escape those withered bonds that collect on barren shores, just kidding. But, poets like Joyce get away with it almost continually. Write what you mean and mean what you write. William S. Burroughs criteria that you write what you know about is true. I was fortunate to find a collaborator who had great ideas but couldn't finish them or vice-versa. Simplicity cannot be over-rated either. Joyce bores me, I'm sorry. I had to watch Joseph Campbell decipher it, and then it got exciting. I live by 'write and re-write.' One never knows, but many have won by a nose... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 7, 2006



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