soar you lethal bird of bold future

soar you lethal bird of bold future
the ocean is a mere foothold
where I in prayers look
for answers in tides breaking

no winged priest or master
of yesterday's ceremonies
walk these sandy traps of yesterday
leaving wet hieroglyphics behind

you glare at poor man's meal
you want him water locked dead
you want him in sand erased
gone from superior views

the world is an infestation
a cancer ridden hippodrome
where love is a poor man's saddle
sighing in a sad wind




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-08-24 at 19:39

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This is like the verdict of a judge to the condemned. Eternity will judge us, and it has a long memory :) Nice
2015-08-27


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
your poems demand the reader suspend conventional, linear thought. sometimes i can do that, sometimes not. lately i have been quite willing to do so. as a result i'm thoroughly enjoying your poems.
2015-08-25



There are no answers left in the ocean or in the sand. I can't pick out a line that is better than any other, except that the last paragraph really packs a punch full of truth. Love it!
2015-08-24