Antagonists Poem by Doris Cornago

Antagonists



As
Strong
Winds blow
Across window
Creasing my brow
Grazing ground askew
Storm topples steeple
Worrisome warlock wore
Swords, seek desolation
Puny banana bragging vow
Drowning in desperation
Heated boulders flung afar
Halfhearted hero go home
Lost tracking in London
Blue-eyed Vikings akin
Anakin missing ship
Clothes make VIPs
Rags strip, weep
Waffles waft aft
Antagonists
Maple map
Squirt
Stop

Antagonists
Thursday, June 28, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: anti-fascist struggle day,forgiveness,love and life,realization,relationships
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
How do you love a man? You can do it in different ways as different men take to loving differently. Or they react to loving in different ways. When you want a man so badly, you need to understand his culture, his nurture, his nature and all the unique circumstances that mold his personality. If he's going to be your hero, make sure he knows which way is his castle after a war game. Or after a harsh word war. You cannot love him to death; make him catch his breath.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kostas Lagos 30 June 2018

Words are flowing beautifully in this poem.Thanks Doris!

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Doris 30 June 2018

This is a discordant poem, but yes, there's a loving give and take for reconciliation. Thank you, Kostas,

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Doris 29 June 2018

Anakin is a character in Star Wars who was in conflict with his father Darth Vader. Real life conflicts are reflected sym, bolically by movies, art imitating life. Or is it the other way around?

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Doris 29 June 2018

Two points of argument are the crowd he mixes with and the influence of friends on him. Never compare circumstances as he is a man and his survival are dependent on his own methods, sword and all.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 29 June 2018

You have presented here a brilliant poem on love and life astutely. The theme of the poem is great and shape of it is beautiful to look at. Nice work.

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Doris Cornago 28 June 2018

All heated discussions should end next morning at the breakfast table, with waffles drizzled with maple syrup.

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