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the myth of beauty
who is the fool who would put you on a pedestal?
or worship at your bare feet?
such feet should be made to crush rojo grapes:
wine for the satyrs.
come with the mystery of your eyes,
your lush arrogance, your fragrance stolen
from vanillin & coumarin, or the flowers
that die for your vanity.
come with the curving & full temptation of your
flesh, smooth & soft; un-muscled arms,
legs not made for marching, but for dancing.
challenge the desire of the male beast, hard & hairy.
make a pretty bed, & lay waste to the mightiest
warriors, who crumble like children
under the feather of your touch.
shear the dark locks of Samson.
am I the cuckold, that I must sacrifice my lust
at the altar of your corrupted temple?
men have made songs of it. drunk & rowdy,
they scandalize it in redlight taverns.
you ascend to the tenuous threads of goddess
by the myth of your own beauty –
but I am the savage who swings the blade
of your demise, & I cut the strings…
I would bruise your body first, woman,
then suck the pain from each blue scar.
Published 30th Nov 2013
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Anonymous
30th Nov 2013 7:21pm
....in love with this poem.....Xo
Pen Salute~
Pen Salute~
30th Nov 2013 7:51pm
Oh that's so wonderful!
Being shown around that blooming garden
of words is such a joy.
Love it!
Being shown around that blooming garden
of words is such a joy.
Love it!
Anonymous
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30th Nov 2013 8:00pm
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30th Nov 2013 8:07pm
...'tis a myth only a seer could unravel... then am not sure it would come in its purest form such as your words have been brought forth...
a most gracious poem to the mystery of such as beauty...
a most gracious poem to the mystery of such as beauty...
Anonymous
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30th Nov 2013 8:18pm
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30th Nov 2013 8:54pm
30th Nov 2013 10:43pm
a brazen warrior, he is that stands above the defiled beauty, complimenting nicely their contrasts with his strength thriving off her weakness. Stellar write, John. Much adore it ;)
1st Dec 2013 00:26am
V. cool poem, John, practically crackling with sexual energy and classical imagery.
1st Dec 2013 1:37am
1st Dec 2013 12:12pm
1st Dec 2013 10:47pm
I really like how the power of poem accumulated and then you just pulverised the reader with the last stanza.
Great poem, Mr Feddeler.
Great poem, Mr Feddeler.
2nd Dec 2013 1:53am
John, what an amazing write! You really out do yourself each time you put it down. My favorite line, "I would bruise your body first, woman,
then suck the pain from each blue scar." Superb!
then suck the pain from each blue scar." Superb!
2nd Dec 2013 2:17pm
Powerful - I actually sucked air on the last few lines.
Devastating in its mystery...
Devastating in its mystery...
3rd Dec 2013 4:50am
4th Dec 2013 10:41pm
As so many have already said, that is indeed a wonderful ending...an ending which made my breath catch, and made me long to cross paths with such a strong commanding savage.