A vague shadow
Creating history
From what left
Yesterday in the present
Now, past and into
Future legacy
A folding precipice of time
Born in body
With harlequin hands
Heart on outside
Eyelids backward
Buckshots for teeth
Still he,
In meditation,
In thought with
Thy genius
Freeing ingenuity
Forgiving the intangible
Manifested from
The birth of slave
To death of lawyer
With well seasoned tongue
coated in bullshit
Like stepping in bull's shit
Unbeknownst to me
The stench of mystery
Takes me
Uses me
Fills me
They say it takes
One to know 0ne
Well it takes one
With common sense
To know none
Just as the antithesis of wealth
May be intelligence
That doesn't mean we aren't rich
A pledge to Heaven's Hollywood
The road is paved with stars
As shallow as a scuttle
Harvesting breadcrumbs
Cash crops for the pocket...
©2011 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.
for OLN at DversePoets
23 comments:
ha all it takes is a little common sense and experience enough of stepping in it...though some seen born into it or maybe it is just their profession, politician, ahem...sorry tangented...rich has little to do with money...but eating sure does...
this is impressive...the last two stanzas are terrific
powerful message, as always, Anthony!
Between slavery and the death of a lawyer ...what's left over?? Nothing but bread crumbs. Always uniquely and impressively you! Good work Anthony.
"like stepping in bull's shit" lol bravo!!!
http://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/2011/11/14/the-widow/
Like the way this wanders between image and declarative, and ends up leaving a double imprint.
Does nothing ever change? I like the beginning - past present future. And I love this: Harvesting breadcrumbs / Cash crops for the pocket. Thought-provoking and well-written.
Very nice..love the Harlquein hands and the common sense to know none....bkm
"With well seasoned tongue
coated in bullshit
Like stepping in bull's shit
Unbeknownst to me
The stench of mystery
Takes me
Uses me
Fills me"
Love the word placement on this piece ...
Strong, true write as always!
"That doesn't mean we aren't rich
A pledge to Heaven's Hollywood"
Wonderful lines there!
gosh..you nail it with the last stanza anthony...strong images and powerful voice..again..
And so it does... your last verse are wonderfully written.
Ooh, I like. "From what left/Yesterday in the present" are my favorite lines.
Great form and I really like harlequin hands.
"Heaven's Hollywood" may be where our real dreams are made. Another blast of image and vinegar, AD.
Love the contrasts, the imagery and the bite. This is powerful and makes for a strong vocal piece.
Unbeknownst to me
The stench of mystery
Takes me
Uses me
Fills me
I'm going to be ruminating on those lines for a while, great write as always.
Hi Anthony
Wonderful... and your word play is lovely...
"Heart on outside
Eyelids backward
Buckshots for teeth"
I could feel the depth of despise in your words... tongue coated with bullshit and then your justification about it... mingled with intelligence... I liked it.
Shashi
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/11/whispers-where-you-will-go.html
This is what grabbed me:
A folding precipice of time
Born in body
With harlequin hands
Heart on outside
Eyelids backward
Buckshots for teeth
..and you didn't let up... much well crafted matter to chew on Anthony..thanks..
powerful piece that packed a punch ...thank you x
Intriguing. This almost feels like a hymn to the Occupy movement.
Hey Anthony
This beats out like a rebel drum and I can feel it in my bones from thousands of miles away. A poem John Bonham/Keith Moon could play. Excellent
this is really good.
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