Adam Holmes

Rookie - 1 Points (U.S.)

Master And Commander - Poem by Adam Holmes

Coon hound bays at the moon
Moonshine soaked master hides behind his gun
Nose to the air, eye on his prize
When the hunt ends with empty bags
The hound is whipped
Predacious minds never fail to find prey

Empty sails wait for wind
Peg leg captain stands at his helm
No movement, no problem
Rum and wenches pass his time
The sails keep reaching
Hedonists forget where they’re going

Politician speaks into his microphone
Crowd eager for words
Crashing hands echo off cold brick walls
The election yields a popular vote
Politician leads with fists of stone
Fools never see through the lie
The lie delivers the truth

Comments about Master And Commander by Adam Holmes

  • Rookie Delilah Miller (7/2/2008 1:49:00 AM)

    After reading it twice, I really appreciated the skill you crafted each stanza to have a perfect ending and hit your point exactly. Besides, I like pyshcology terms so you got me with hedonists. It's absolutely perfect

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 12, 2008

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