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Author Name: FreeHcivolmra 3 Comments
Date Added: January 31, 2012 20:01:05 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Type: Free Verse
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Progenitors' Sacraments
Standing beneath the moonlight,
harsh music pounds out
in the background,
focusing the dance
into a specific purpose.
Bodies writhe and contort
through different masquerades
of pain and scintillating facades
numbing the intellectual currents
to generate primal impetus.
Intense facsimiles
of a skyclad coterie
emulate ancient traditions
of our progenitors' sacraments.
Author's Notes:
came to me while watching a music video to the song called "It Snows In H*ll" by Lordi.
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Comment By: FreeFirestone Feinberg on February 1, 2012 06:40:12 AM Report
It is hard for me to 'read' this poem.  I think I understand its plain meaning: It is a description Of.  The empty shell -- being -- seems to rattle here; there is sadness.  Echoes the numbness of All.  Yet -- beneath that face lies irony and paradox.  These are not ordinary words, though they describe the ordinary.  Our progenitors' sacraments were just that -- though now they are remote -- and become lifeless.  I don't suspect that the music-video you were watching was of the most optimistic type.  This I understand well.  You are young.  Life is more painful when you are young.  With time --perspective -- if dull -- comes.  The years make our bodies weaker, but they make our selves stronger.  It gets better.  It really does.  Meanwhile, on the brighter side, this is a fantastic poem -- it sounds a clear music.  I particularly admire the way you combine words to make a better one, e.g., skyclad.  -- David
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on February 1, 2012 01:48:03 AM Report
Goodness this is different .. Don;t know this man you speak of!!  But a great poem and thank you for your kindness on my very humble poetry!!
Comment By: FreeAlistair Muir on January 31, 2012 09:03:54 PM Report
I have seen Lordi too and understand your imagery -- a superior descriptive piece.  Nice write John



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