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Child's play

Contributed by vincy on Tuesday, 1st July 2003 @ 10:35:00 PM in AEST
Topic: sarcasticpoetry



The taxi driver  
stopped the taxi  
jumped out
slammed the door  
raving and shouting  
at the empty streets  
complaining to the Goddess  
of the road  
how he suspected  
this rat of a rider  
of unspoken tyranny,  
how he had been accused  
of not being able  
to elevate.  
Then hastily,  
with a swift gesture  
bowed at the Goddess  
leaving his thumb  
as an offering.  
The morning of the same night  
all the creatures that shared  
extreme deformities  
gathered in the marketplace.  
They were honourable, dignified  
and very much  
into making a living.  
They offered all sorts  
of freshly picked flesh  
from their bodies.  
This was during  
the depression years  
when meat was scarce  
and flesh was hot!  
Certain customers  
were panic stricken  
at the sight of  
such generous offerings.  
Some attempted  
to dip their bread  
into the unhealed spots.  
The feast was brief  
the casualties low.  
No children were present  
apart from me  
& my sixteen brothers.  
 
' Yurusene be adam, yurusene  
durulur mu sokagin ortasinda  
durulur mu be adam.'  
 
& the taxi driver  
stopped the taxi  
jumped out  
raving and shouting  
at the empty streets  
complaining to the  
Goddess of the road  
how he suspected  
this rat of a rider  
of unspoken tyranny.




Copyright © vincy ... [ 2003-07-01 22:35:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Child's play (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 2nd July 2003 @ 12:08:38 AM AEST
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what the hell is this about..your nuts..makes no sense...sounds like a 5 year old wrote this


Re: Child's play (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 2nd July 2003 @ 04:37:02 PM AEST
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::::::appalled:::::::at guest comment!!!!!
I give you "TWO THUMBS" up? ;)
You have 16 brothers? Did any of them get offered up??? lol
Angel always.....godspeed,Vincy! joni


Re: Child's play (User Rating: 1 )
by norm on Saturday, 5th July 2003 @ 11:19:48 AM AEST
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A poems a poem so feel at home
-------------------------------
Here's the way it is with me
If you wrote it, it's OK by me,
Suppose I understand not all there is,
Could be, really ain't my bizz...


Re: Child's play (User Rating: 1 )
by vincy on Monday, 7th July 2003 @ 02:23:17 AM AEST
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This is a performance piece, 3 languages are invilved +
major sound effects. Take note of the sarcasm and irony, humour and abstraction helps to get issues through. The background of this poem is the Armenian genocide, yes I have first hand family experience.
Nevertheless the poet and the poem are two different things, the issue is to get accross the meaning.




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