Ian Jobst

Rookie - 73 Points (October 14,1999 / Oxford)

Ian Jobst Poems

1. Avalonian Pyre 12/3/2013
2. New Tactics 12/16/2013
3. My Nefarious Love 1/10/2014
4. Humanity 2/4/2014
5. Silenced Flame 2/14/2014
6. Love Flutter 2/27/2014
7. Poetic Justice 2/27/2014
8. The End Game 4/17/2014
9. Know 4/17/2014
10. The Soldier 4/17/2014
11. I'M Going To Testify To 4/28/2014
12. Inception 5/5/2014
13. Untitled- Sonnet 5/5/2014
14. Et Tu Brute 5/6/2015
15. Waste 5/8/2015
16. Dispatched 5/8/2015
17. I Bid Thee Ado 5/8/2015
18. Løve 5/12/2015
19. Eighteen Moons 5/23/2013
20. Lullaby Of A Sleepless Love 5/23/2013
21. A Proud Lullaby 5/23/2013
22. The Tale Of Me 9/30/2013
23. Ostracization Of A Troglodyte 11/26/2013
24. On The Field Of Battle 5/23/2013
25. Embers Of The Final Ressurection 7/27/2013
26. The Truths Of Fire 6/30/2013
27. The Path Less Taken- Sonnet 5/23/2013
28. A Beautiful Redemption 5/23/2013
29. An Ode To The Day Of Lightless Fire 9-11 9/17/2013
30. Immortal Tears 7/5/2013
31. A Dreaming Journey- Sonnet 5/23/2013
32. The Cripple Who Is Whole 7/27/2013
Best Poem of Ian Jobst

The Cripple Who Is Whole

Destruction is beautiful
'tis but a start for purging of soul and of blood
it is not Noah's arc, but instead the great flood
Destruction is terrible
it obliterates with neither empath or care
It destroys those whose loss we can't bear
Destruction is blissed
it does what it will without heart or mind
It rides amongst all with senses all blind
Destruction is proud
It believes it's infallible and immune to all rules
It has no time for whom it believes to be bigots or fools
Destruction is the pit from which we all came
We and destruction think and act and see...

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The Truths Of Fire

Long ago fire came to man's aid
It emitted the light that the night forbade
Again fire came as ice crept the land
It carried light, and warmth in each hand
But now we need fire to do it's last deed
it must burn bright and inflame man's greed
For fire came and we took it for our own
We must pray for it to burn the seeds which we've sown
What species would miss us were our time spent

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