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Knut

Jeremy1012Jeremy1012 Posts: 7,170
edited February 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
O, button nose, are you a king
amongst the bars?
I have curses for the ogling
prey, tugging at your jug-ears,
poor sleepy head, furred in snow.
What are you now if not
a killer?
No god but a bear in bricks,
burrowing through straw
and bucketmeal
for a sea across oceans.
"I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
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  • Jeremy1012Jeremy1012 Posts: 7,170
    bump

    come on :) this is a nice one
    "I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    But it's not about shagging, or wanting to kill yourself. The masses won't read it. ;)

    Good stuff.
  • Jeremy1012Jeremy1012 Posts: 7,170
    FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:
    But it's not about shagging, or wanting to kill yourself. The masses won't read it. ;)

    Good stuff.
    I know :o Polar bear inspired writing tends to be unfairly overlooked :D

    ahem. this poem was written with tongue planted firmly in cheek.
    "I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
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