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Author Name: FreeAbby 5 Comments
Date Added: October 31, 2009 23:10:36 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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The Mad One
When it appeared I was walking the ladder of kings

drawn like Enoch in a chariot of fire

They came with a strange diagnosis

 

I wonder why I couldnít marry the Presidentís wife

My old darling who loved me like her gold box

And returns of her seventh fancy flights

 

The mad one may be peculiar, often saner than priests

What did they not say of our black Rasputin 

Whose Nostradamus sight forsaw

The unprintable misery of our fair-haired living

   

The king buried the albino straight up

So he wouldnt come again with his strange pigment.

The hunch back had his knob chopped for herbal cure

In the perfection of strange errors and recidivism

 

I suppose there may not be rain

Without clouds, storms, thunder and lightning.

The earth is endlessly dark barnishing light and laughters.

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Comments:
Comment By: FreeTanya Harrison on November 2, 2009 05:05:37 PM Report
This reminds me of a true story I saw on a news magaazine show.  It told of albinos having their limbs chopped off for special magical powers that witch doctors used them for in Africa.  Very sad.

 

Your poem is very interesting to me.

Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on November 2, 2009 09:28:17 AM Report
A most interesting poem ... You have such a great style of writing....I have missed you ...
Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on November 1, 2009 04:23:37 PM Report
My question in the comment below wasn't very clear Abby. I am asking if the information about the albino is based on truth or is it imagined to show the workings of the madness you speak of in the poem.

 

~B~

Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on November 1, 2009 04:19:22 PM Report
What is not understood is feared...madness is one example. What is feared is often destroyed for it is simpler than overcoming fear. At least innocent women are not being burned at the stake as witches anymore. (science has since solved the mystery of their strange behavior...) Yes...throughout history there have been clouds, storms, thunder and lightning...but there has been a lot of progress too...science educated many so they don't believe they have to dance to make it rain. There have been so many practises that are simply mad...in my opinion...born of ignorance and fear...and often enforced by religion. I am curious about the "albino"...is this fact or just more of the same madness I've mentioned above?

 

You give the readers a lot to chew on. I applaud your talent and brilliant mind Abby.

 

~Barbara~

Comment By: FreeAlison Storm Wolf on November 1, 2009 01:16:04 PM Report
There is so much in this poem Abby. I don't understand some of it but know it all has significance and I certainly get the gist of it and the feelings too.

The mad one may be peculiar, often saner than priests


What did they not say of our black Rasputin 


Whose Nostradamus sight forsaw


The unprintable misery of our fair-haired living


simply brilliant writing....I understand your pain though in a different circumstance but I bleed for the ways of the world too, including what's happening here in the Uk although of course that can never compare.

The earth is endlessly dark barnishing light and laughters.


Hold fast...the dawn will come...

Ali x






 


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