PIP and MERRY
|
8/10/2009 4:44:28 PM
another poem
Vain are the idle ways of immortal skies
Desecrated planet's
Where their instinct's show resistance
Their ring hooped conscience cries
Fearless mission
Hidden behind lost prayer's
Passage through found kingdom's
Given no chance to care
Yes, dishonest cults of worship
Greet days where wolves were born
Oblige the fire in Eden
For it cast a ritual,
and under statement torn
Poised and roamed and dancing burden's
Perfect leader praising murder's
Influence on raging speeches
Can a prophet favour teaching's
Romance in years in art's
For pleaders mourn
So the classic tale's
of heartless beasts howl
and stay comforted
in sheet's of poisoned storm's
Philip Hannam.. (pip)
|
|
Tom O'Brien
|
8/10/2009 5:38:07 PM
---- Updated 8/10/2009 5:39:05 PM
Pip,
I kind of love poetry that I don't understand right off the bat, but that sounds like it must mean something. It makes me want to re-read it and figure out the inner meaning. Maybe I'm a shallow reader, or this is a deep poem. Or maybe it really means nothing and is just a bunch of lyrical words strung together in a poetic structure. Sonically, it's beautiful.
I'd like to know if anybody else "gets it."
By the way, you don't need apostrophes in plural words such as planets, instincts, prayers, kingdoms, burdens, murders, teachings, arts, tales, sheets, and storms. Apostrophes are mainly to show possession or omission of letters, such as in a contraction.
Sorry to be such a grammar stickler, but misused apostrophes are my pet peeve.
|
|
Conversation Suicide
|
8/18/2009 1:41:34 PM
---- Updated 8/18/2009 1:42:38 PM
Seriously Pip, a GREAT poem, with a William Blake like feel, to me.
And I'm sayin' that tha's one of My pet o' da' peeve's, s'when people keep tryin' ta' use too many, and also feelin' dat' mis'use of de' apostrophe's...
teee heee
|
|