Bazi alis Subrata Ray

Bronze Star - 2,544 Points (January / Formerly East Pahistan)

The Ionized Urn. - Poem by Bazi alis Subrata Ray

The cause talkative,
The primal burns,
The honey oozing hive,
Are haunted by ionized urn.

Mistress Transpire,
Mr. Welding pipe,
Strive and thrive,
To be ionized with mystic knife.

Ah! the swooning under a fit,
A bear in the cover of a rabbit,
The rising of geography in history’s habit,
The jumping of quanta from forest-orbit,
All turn into an ionized urn.

Lo! my son and your daughter,
Flirt, fuse and flatter,
They are urged to have the ionized butter.

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  • Rookie - 122 Points Doug Bentley (5/18/2013 1:53:00 AM)

    A strangely compelling poem. unsettling collision of images. as one from a foreign culture i hope you see this comment as a weak way of saying i think this is a subtly powerful poem. thank you. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

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