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War
Misery
Peace
Happiness
Hate
Love
Epedimic
Cure
So many words
so many problems
so much weight on his shoulders.
So
little
time
to solve them.
Oxymoron, oxymoron
bring us
a
pleasant
ox;
golden horns
hooves
and soft eyes.
Strength to carry the
weight of our unpleasant
words, carry them
into the fire
(a phoenix is born)
Bring upon us
pleasant words, dear
dear
dear
ox, our good friend.
- by flauterfli |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 05/20/2009 |
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Klaora - 05/27/2009
- I read plenty in this arena and there are very few worth more than a grain of sand.
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- Luficent - 05/26/2009
- Klaora you need to read more poems... but it was very interesting and I found it slightly humorous, not sure if that was what you were aiming for though.
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- Klaora - 05/20/2009
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This is probably the best poem I've read on here in a very long time. It is very thought provoking. I am having fun figuring out the symbolism and mysteries littered within. I am particularly fond of the similarities and symbolism of Oxymoron and Ox. I would've never thought to use those words in such a way or make that correlation.
Very deep. Some faith in this little place has been restored. Thank you. - Report As Spam