rules and rulers

rules and rulers in a why
is there more than one answer
to the one ceremonial task
of arranging the supercilious
into slow meaning at last

stoic or slow at the foam
it is all a question of direness
in an empty vibrant chair
calling in crossed churches
for attitude to cease

sanctimonious to the brittle I
told so many times
it cloaks itself in veracity
never reflecting
history in dark water

dream me to you
drink my challenge
to the echo of barristers
burning at the departing
of soiled injustice

meandering and cautious
flowers flow with names
of lust and diligence
in attraction to a breath
at the bastion of no less




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-01-16 at 23:22

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This is beyond words, its expression so clear and urgent. With your fabulous vocabulary you express emotions and the futility of violence and war in this poem. It's where it takes me emotionally. Absolutely great!
2015-01-18