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Showing posts with label fear. Show all posts

THE WIND



(A Poetic Justice Photomontage)



Would I hold my hand thus if I were such a murderous beast?
Asked the wolf…
Would I be thought a monster like you if I howled in horror?
Asked the sheep…
I howl for pleasure, little sheep! I consume to nourish my sorrow!
Scolded the wolf…
I do not mean to offend your howling or persuade your hunger, sir.
Prayed the sheep….
See my opposing thumb and how it can bring me such pleasure?
Inquired the wolf…
See my shivering hooves and how they frustrate me significantly?
Echoed the sheep…

The wind now wails its bitter speech as the wolf skulks nearer.

Come! Let us sit next to one another and we shall drink a toast.
Said the wolf…
I shouldn’t. It’s not right to do so while so many continue to perish.
Replied the sheep…
Thou art afraid of me, dam? Me? A creature with such manners?
Crooned the wolf…
No. I- I- I just don’t think it appropriate to toast on this- of all days.
Answered the sheep…
But this is a day of triumph! Today’s the best day to drink to victory!
Howled the wolf…
There you go again with the howling? I told you my lambs are sleeping.
Whispered the sheep…

The wind abruptly strengthens with the crow of murderous night.

Yes. Please forgive me, sheep…. …Your lambkins are precious to you?
Posed the wolf…
All babies are precious, wolf. Are yours not precious to you?
Raised the sheep…
Of course they’re precious! I would, without a doubt, kill for them!
Charged the wolf…
Of that I’m sure. But haven’t I asked you to keep your voice down?
Sighed the sheep…
Yes. But aren’t you sufficiently fearful of offending me, little ewe?
Urged the wolf…
I have not offended you, wolf. It is you that will not do as I’ve asked.
Rejoined the sheep…

The wolf now howls with a beast’s bloody bravado!

I do not believe this- Before me is a sheep that’s utterly lacking in fear?
Marveled the wolf…
I’ve fear enough. It is your opposing thumbs that are rigid with terror.
Said the sheep.

The wind stops its screeching and the sheep suckles her babies.



© 2007 mrp/thepoetryman


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FOLLOW



O they’ve followed us home!
O home! O home! O home!
They’ve followed us home!
So why are we failing
And so damned alone?

We need see ourselves in their shadow,
If not, then see to their reasons.
Why only listen for their moist-plodding feet
Rumbling our fears rooted in seasons?

Why do we shiver and gasp at their specter;
Ghosts of our own image-and-nation,
Phantoms embarking of invisible caravan
Coming to carry us away from creation?

O home! O home! O homeward they’re marching!
Calling from graves of political deception,
Motioning to us from barren street lamps,
Thrashing down alleys and streaking the sky
Bringing their wrath upon pale conceptions.

O home! O home! O homeward they’re striding!
The least of them nearing our beckoning nation,
Moaning and groaning, intriguing our children
With movie passes and soda and popcorn salvation.

O home! O home! They’re following us home
To sit by the fire and move us to seething,
To cudgel our hopes, mislead and threaten
The chord of our most dire illusions,
Carrying passports to virgins waiting in heaven...




© 2007 mrp/thepoetryman

Previous Post - WAR AND SHAME


RECIPE FOR DISASTER



Let's make a lethal dose,
For me and for you...
A recipe, of sorts,
For "DISASTER STEW"

ADD 1 part FEAR of terrorism
(Terrorism itself it be)...
ADD 1 part FEAR of gayness,
Or homosexuality-

Add 2 parts ignorance
(Bleached white ignorance
On a scale not seen before,
Until ignorance wore a cowboy hat
Cleared brush,
And left the constitution
Soiled upon the floor.)

Stir (spin) for twenty seconds.

Add a chicken-hawk liver
Soaked in brandy,
Toss in a dash of grated intolerance,
Three cups of chopped lies,
One teaspoon of half truth,
Add a can of yellowbelly peas,
A pinch of pepper for taste (affirmative action),
And bring to a boil in an armored Humvee
On a Middle Eastern range
For an unspecified amount of time
Or until it boils over.

(Caution: The architect of this recipe,
Nor his perception,
Is responsible for your
Assured death at ingestion.)

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