Uriah Hamilton

The Universe Ever Evolving Into Violence

There is an ominous death tone
Ringing louder than a telephone
Set on maximum volume
For the near deaf
Or those still listening
From shallow graves.
Ear-piercing shrieks
Emanate from
Afternoon freaks
Gathering beneath rain clouds
To write murderous poetry,
Entangled in new vines
In the jungle of disturbed minds.

I heard mutilated words
Spoken in schizophrenic confusion
While anger flared skyward,
Incandescent heat consuming
Sacred love and harmony;
The last tattered membranes
Of crippled reason
Were disintegrating
Like dried autumn leaves
Or an abandoned lover’s needs.

Books were opening
And fluttering around
Like agitated birds,
While trapped ghosts,
Suspended in useless time,
Were frantically
Searching for holes
In the universe
Ever evolving into violence.

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 4, 2005
Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 5, 2005

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  • Raynette Eitel (10/6/2005 11:53:00 AM)

    I must have missed this the day you posted it, Uriah. It is probably the strongest poem you've posted and very tightly written. You have a poem of chaos but you didn't let the chaos take over your poem...if that makes sense. You, as poet, were in control all the time and that takes work in this kind of poem. Congratulations! I gave you a ten.

    Raynette

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  • Marcy Jarvis (10/6/2005 2:13:00 AM)

    I don't know if you read the forum but there were some nice comments on this poem there, Uriah.

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  • Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler (10/5/2005 3:20:00 PM)

    you have been writing some outstanding poems lately, Uriah. this one is truly magnificent. you're on a roll now, man! keep it going!

    Jake

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  • Mary Nagy (10/5/2005 6:06:00 AM)

    Uriah, this is truly great poetry. So well written and moving. What more could you ask for? Sincerely, Mary

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  • Sallie Howson (10/5/2005 2:25:00 AM)

    fantastic uriah...love it

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  • THE LAST REMNANT OF SANITY BIDS YOU ADIEU (10/4/2005 11:03:00 PM)

    This is truly amazing, Uriah! I can 'hear' you reading it. Absolutely the loveliest in realism! Nothing hidden behind weak metaphors...and the result: a powerful delivery!

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  • Allan James Saywell (10/4/2005 9:49:00 PM)

    this is full of images and violent words that begs a difference and i like it, a great piece of work your imagination has run riot

    Warm regards AJS

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  • Mahnaz Zardoust-Ahari (10/4/2005 9:02:00 PM)

    Magnificent! ! ! ! I could picture this being read in some smokey coffeehouse with a steady beat......I loved it Uriah! ! ! Amazing! ! ! !

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  • Lawrence S. Pertillar (10/4/2005 8:39:00 PM)

    ssssssss...you sizzle! Your writing reeks with sensation! You're HOT! ! Oh! ? ? forgive me, Uriah...I was having a spell of self-indulgence! 'The Universe Ever Evolving Into Violence' is a nice poem! Sorry...I must return to the very important business of self gratification which is highly recommended during spells of deep reflection! sssss...yes, yes...again! PLEASE! I know I'm over reacting...

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  • Theodora Onken (10/4/2005 8:31:00 PM)

    Amazingly true and perfectly said. Sheer perfection of the world in which we now live!
    Great-great poem!
    Theodora Onken

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