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The Taboo Master
Contributed by
silverscent
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Tuesday, 12th October 2004 @ 12:39:54 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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The child lies in a morgue pretending to sleep,
Whilst the mother sings a broken lullaby,
Like the moon hiding behind the winter clouds,
The feeble mourning hides a hollow goodbye.
Tasting the pungent chant, the pine is ready,
The final sour note has renounced evermore,
A limbo of the unknown enduring frost,
An emotive massacre in lingual war.
An evil eye to forespeak the fatal wound,
The hypocrite, insecure with the restrain,
A struggle to cover indented foot prints,
That cannot be covered by pitiful rain.
Copyright ©
silverscent
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2004-10-12 12:39:54]
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Re: The Taboo Master
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by Spazzo on
Tuesday, 12th October 2004 @ 12:54:45 PM AEST
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| Great write. |
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Re: The Taboo Master
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by skyblumoon on
Tuesday, 12th October 2004 @ 01:05:02 PM AEST
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Strange write. I couldn't really make sense of it, but I like it.
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Re: The Taboo Master
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by n2dep2care on
Tuesday, 12th October 2004 @ 02:19:57 PM AEST
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Very sad, very haunting poem. Wonderful emotional write. Well done!
Laurie |
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Re: The Taboo Master
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by Ronald on
Wednesday, 13th October 2004 @ 01:00:14 AM AEST
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| Sounds like a very haunting and mysterious poem to me. It's a very good write and love this work of poetry so much. Keep the poems coming! |
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Re: The Taboo Master
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 15th February 2005 @ 07:58:36 AM AEST
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Jagged and correded, like the ancient cwarnings of an Egyptian curse. Your similes are most fair as too is your imagery.
Sweet dreams are made of this.
So many emotions beneath this piece, it is difficult to pin point under the umbrella of sorrow... perhaps an element of grief?
I really do love this poem. -and it is said rarely! |
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