Transcripts Of The Cinematic Mind: 5 Poems
Author: Colin Stewart
A truce was called to retrieve the dead.
In no man's land they lay in their bed.
The calm is betrayed as the fiddler cries
upon raising his bow to serenade both sides.
Maybe it's just a silly phase.
Birth control works in mysterious ways
when you're dissipated and shunning praise.
Politics can leave you in a daze!
The objective premise of enjoying art
is to open your mind and do your part
by ignoring pretension and its obvious gall
that it's more than just a stain on the wall!
The roots of the human psyche are very clear.
This omnipresence is always near
when oppression is the threat behind every idea
from the architects who can summon mortal fear!
The natives of this land were destined to fail
with history repeated in a recurring tale.
Another group of men drove in the final nail.
Empire builders would again set sail!
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Ms B (126.96.36.199) -- Saturday, August 15 2009, 11:08 pm|
your poems this whole week.I am happy you are a back with this great work.your critical eyes always open my mind.
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