Ian Jobst

Rookie - 52 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 -new- 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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Eighteen Moons

Eighteen moons, grey and gold
through hills and plains of old
eighteen years have swept right by
eighteen suns til one must die
the eighteenth moon stands on the brink
but with a cast it starts to sink
the celestial primordial of long ago
has changed it's course and begun to slow
so eighteen suns begin the chant

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