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What arms have a poet?
These flabby wings to lift
an instrument that will not fit
between the fingers of the soldier;
no heft behind its rest upon the page.
He does not hoard the black;
this pale rodent scrabbles and it oozes
from pitiful claws. The real man knows
the value of dark armour – he wastes it not.
When drums and trumpets march
all good men as one, the poet stumbles
to a tune behind his own eyes; no flag
will bear his breeze, he flies his
standards far beyond.
What harm is the poet? Warriors branch
like oaks, standing strong against the world.
The poet is dandelion fluff, borne random
across desert and ocean, rooting by chance
where the crust will yield.
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like the consistent comparisons between soldiers and poets, as well as some of the images that struck me as inverted ("no flag will bear his breeze").
the first line took me a minute, though it does allow for many interpretations.
again, the separation between the "poet" and "all good men" is evident.
the last stanza is my fave, contrasting oaks and their stability against dandelion wishers, needing the wind really to survive and reach wherever.
i'm really rambling, but I hope it conveys positive messages
Written only for you to consider.
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To be perfectly frank, I'm less concerned with how much sense comments make these days, and more with how much rambling can be incited...
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you want ramble! hey i can ramble on for hours,
fir instance. I just spent an hour tripping from shop to shop looking for small floor tiles for a shower floor!
fat chance
seems they are no longer being used.. for goodness sake a shower floor has to slope. you dont put big tiles in!! what is wrong whith dealers! frigging idiots.. sorry my ramble turned into a rant .. deal with it as you will. Im going to have a cup of tea , and maybe write another poem , or not
(04-10-2012, 01:24 PM)Leanne Wrote: What arms have a poet?
These flabby wings to lift
an instrument that will not fit
between the fingers of the soldier;
no heft behind its rest upon the page.
He does not hoard the black;
this pale rodent scrabbles and it oozes
from pitiful claws. The real man knows
the value of dark armour – he wastes it not.
When drums and trumpets march
all good men as one, the poet stumbles
to a tune behind his own eyes; no flag
will bear his breeze, he flies his
standards far beyond.
What harm is the poet? Warriors branch
like oaks, standing strong against the world.
The poet is dandelion fluff, borne random
across desert and ocean, rooting by chance
where the crust will yield.
all good men? now that has me thinking, do good men go to war and kill ?
Perfection changes with the light and light goes on for infinity ~~~Bronte
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Quote:do good men go to war and kill?
good men go... but it's rarely good men who send them
put a stainless steel floor in, problem solved!
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There have been too many famous warrior-poets for me to draw much conclusion.
P.S. The pen, BTW, has always been mightier than the sword in the military because
it requires soldiers with pens to requisition the swords in the first place.
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Ah, but it's not those who are poets or warriors, or indeed poet-warriors, who are of greatest concern -- it is folk who are none of those things, but still make judgments as if they've a right to.
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An oak must grow for many years to mature, yet can be killed by some simple disease,
dandelions, of course, grow like weeds, and will always return, no matter what you try.
Oak's are admired by the masses, dandelions, only by children, fools, and poets!
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
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and herbicide manufacturers.
(Not that i'd ever use either on a dandelion, which, btw, are edible
and taste great on salads and make satisfactory wine when they're
not pumped up on dichlorophenoxyacetic acid.)
i do love Le Anne's eloquent phrases, like:
"borne random
across desert and ocean, rooting by chance
where the crust will yield."
(she must admire dandelions)
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