Newest
David's New SongWe built a house As loved as David's SongDavid's New Song
Out of our corn and wheat fields We pull the dragon's teeth
The stone that broke the plow We cut the key stone
Of Norwegian fur our planks From pirate ships wrung
The door of bronze welcomes all From Spanish cannons made
So from the fallen towers steel The new liberty bell is cast
You have blessed your servent's house Lord, let it continue in your sight.
by ~Spriglief
The Genocidal StateThe genocidal regard people in terms of abstract categories Rather than a person’s distinct personality These people kill according to categories they assign With a bureaucrats order making zeal As all holocausts are made with efficiencies in mindThe Genocidal State
Because genocide is the dream of a modern power Exercised demographically on its populations It becomes a sacrifice to State modernity As hate is mobilized to its service To form a blood bond with the citizenry
If we continue to think in utilitarian terms Masses of people become superfluous And spontaneity is
by ~Spriglief
SymbiogenesisSymbiogenesisSymbiogenesis
Flesh is a garment That we wear For our children.
For once a prokaryote engulfed a cyanobacteria And unconsumed, it became part of a whole, Providing the chloroplasts of the plant cells.
For once a prokaryote engulfed an aerobes bacterium And unconsumed, it became a part of a whole, Providing the mitochondria of our animal cell.
For it is cooperation, not competition, which drives our evolution. Let the Neo-Darwinist fight it out, While we trade our genetic information on an open exchange To the satisfaction of the co
by ~Spriglief
Favourites
like a yellow daffodilIt was little Sophie who brought the news. Restless with the long time indoors, she had escaped from her mother coming home from church, racing off across the fen. Fears of another sudden storm had sent panicked adults after her. What few children had survived the winter were all the more precious because of it. Her scream initially chilled them, thinking they had lost her to one of the wolves prowling the forsaken countryside. When she came racing over the hilltop, they missed what she was saying in their relief. It took sometime before her words came through to them.like a yellow daffodil
“Mama, mama, I found spring, I found it!” Her mother, puzzled
by ~mariliel
my pencilMy Pencilmy pencil
My pencil has a mind of its own It barely touches the page
A poem is written Lead flowing like ink onto paper The charcoal grey liquefied
Materializes words One after the other From waffling to rants To gestures of passion Life love grief even distractions My pencil has a mind of its own Seems a silly thing to say I need only touch the page It writes away Times ill edit, times I don't It comes from my subconscious Each word that it wrote
by ~jeannie64
Jodhaa Akbarby *isnani
Little George Thrives
JoydeviantID
| Forever Father, once soldier, sometime poet. |
Devious Info
- Current Residence: Where old times are not forgotten.
- Interests: Poetry
- Personal Quote: Aim for the horizon and follow your star.
- Email: gteverette@gmail.com
deviantART Community Board
Comments
Site Map
©2009 deviantART. All rights reserved
--
"I cannot help my bellicose heart from beating to the drums of war."
"Intelligent but not artificial."
"I don't know why I like to analyze myself so much. I must perform a psychoanalysis to figure this out."
Think outside the box? I was never in it!
--
"I cannot help my bellicose heart from beating to the drums of war."
"Intelligent but not artificial."
"I don't know why I like to analyze myself so much. I must perform a psychoanalysis to figure this out."
Think outside the box? I was never in it!
--
THIS IS THE GATE OF HEAVEN. ENTER YE ALL BY THIS DOOR. (This door is kept locked because of the draught - please use side door.)
--
.straight edge.
Previous Page12345...Next Page