False Prophet? Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken
False Prophet?
You have humbled me-
Groveling for any stone
To throw;
Pebbles of yesteredays-
Paleolithic Era-
Sit silent-
In a copious-
Summer sun;
And you-
Drowning in such-
Circumstance...
The waters using you up-
Your energy dissolved-
In a mere flash-
One rip tide;
Gone in the glory-
And the deeps-
Unfathomnable-
Becomes the reality-
Of the still blue lagoon;
What a slap in the face-
From the tide...
It stung upon your-
Vanquished skin-
Shriveling from the water-
Logged tissue of your derma;
Down on your knees now-
In the glass house that-
You designed and built;
Flashes of a fresh view-
Of the sea and shore-
A Malibu moment resurrected;
Once accepted by you-
But unsatisfied- wanting more;
Away from the crags and rocky cliffs-
The pebbles-and the stones aside-
And onto the alibaster sands-
Where the heat comes rising from-
Your footprints-reminding even me-
That you were never immortal at all...
And Idoltry is not just a major sin but-
A delusion of the minds of those-
Who once believed in the magic of you.
Dedicated To: Sheltered aka: ...
Theo, you always did know how to take a picture and make it sweet poetry...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/24/2024 9:01:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Andy is that picture of you up in the corner a pic of your pet chimpanzee? Felt i needed to share with you something that somebody wrote in re you on another site. It is a fellow poet from this site...And it will not take many to figure out which one. Stay healthy and do not catch that H1N1... Heres the poem from the other site: Ping Dung Hypothetically speaking Some hypocritical b--s With their misplaced morals Hovered by my bedside last night Pretending to be angels And i was unimpressed I rarely am these days Since i found religion god help me god bless me for i am all that is real and good thus those that differ must be silenced We Ones un-possessed Labeled evil resist clink plastic cups plunge paper swords in the rude ignored Clueless chimpanzees Ping dung Author: Sheltered Sure it was about me and about you commenting on this piece of my poetry by one poet on this site. Stay healthy and try to avoid that H1N1! Theo