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Pigeons (Animal Farm Found Poem)

April 18, 2011
By DeusExMachina SILVER, Reading, Pennsylvania
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DeusExMachina SILVER, Reading, Pennsylvania
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The universe was exploding, each particle away from the next, hurtling us into dark and lonely space, eternally tearing us away from each other--child out of the womb, friend away from friend, moving from each other, each through his own pathway toward the goal-box of solitary death

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What animals must do
is to send out pigeons
with no need
to defend themselves.

They hid their faces
in the grass while
the Autumn harvest
clamoured to be allowed.

He who blew away the chaff
with his breath,
was somewhat peculiar
and would express no opinion.

Categorically- Categorically,
Humanity would have succeeded
in victory
had it got inside to read it.

We took a gander
at suicide
by swallowing cowardice
in battle,

but the pigeons were Forgeries.

© Katherine A., San Antonio, TX

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DeusExMachina SILVER said...
on Jul. 29 2011 at 11:23 am
DeusExMachina SILVER, Reading, Pennsylvania
7 articles 6 photos 93 comments

Favorite Quote:
The universe was exploding, each particle away from the next, hurtling us into dark and lonely space, eternally tearing us away from each other--child out of the womb, friend away from friend, moving from each other, each through his own pathway toward the goal-box of solitary death

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Thanks for the feedback!
leafy said...
on Jul. 28 2011 at 7:56 pm
leafy, City, Other
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Favorite Quote:
Gil: I would like you to read my novel and get your opinion.&nbsp;<br /> Ernest Hemingway: I hate it.&nbsp;<br /> Gil: You haven&#039;t even read it yet.&nbsp;<br /> Ernest Hemingway: If it&#039;s bad, I&#039;ll hate it. If it&#039;s good, then I&#039;ll be envious and hate it even more. You don&#039;t want the opinion of another writer.&nbsp;

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this took me a couple readings to understand it, but i really like this poem, especially the last couple verses. keep up the nice work! 5/5
DeusExMachina SILVER said...
on Jul. 23 2011 at 9:34 pm
DeusExMachina SILVER, Reading, Pennsylvania
7 articles 6 photos 93 comments

Favorite Quote:
The universe was exploding, each particle away from the next, hurtling us into dark and lonely space, eternally tearing us away from each other--child out of the womb, friend away from friend, moving from each other, each through his own pathway toward the goal-box of solitary death

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Thank you!
TheHangingGirl BRONZE said...
on Jul. 23 2011 at 5:33 pm
TheHangingGirl BRONZE, Winter Haven, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;Poets utter great and wise things that they themselves can not comprehend.&quot;

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We took a gander
at suicide
by swallowing cowardice
in battle,

but the pigeons were Forgeries.

 

Genuis!