Fear does not hear the wail or cry
of saints or deathrow inmates, nor
does it have ears to victims raped
nor wait for interrogation from a rationale.
Fear is a mock, a plague, a lunatic
in rage, pumping bloodbaths into
ghostholds, sensuous, sterile, silent,
yet virile its stance.
Fear is a languid host, a panther
most concerned with baring fangs
to cause a dance on the surface of
a vacant stare, eyes dilated, fixed.
Fear attempts prankster tricks,
sticks his poison on your lips
tongue to tongue, forked, his work
to paralyze. And when he verifies
His prey, the way a night can verify
a day, he plays with comedy and
white-sheet drawn complexions,
the inspection of his purpose, futile.
I have cornered Fear.
He is held captive in a scalding bath
while I lie nude on tile, sweat cold
between my breasts.
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Fear
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I love this poem, doreen
It's a keeper
here is my humble answer
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The Fear of Being A Poet
Fear is knowing
that someone might unknot
your tangled truths
see through your words
like lenses into your soul
and being a poet
you have doubts about your soul
how bold will you be
with your reverie?
Courage stares Fear in the eye
and tries not to blink
Nothing works like an earthquake
to get your heart right with fear
when you can't count on the ground
and wear panic on your feet like sneakers
and all the blaring speakers
remind you of danger and dismay
the poet tips his hat, says
Have a lovely day.
It's a keeper
here is my humble answer
-----
The Fear of Being A Poet
Fear is knowing
that someone might unknot
your tangled truths
see through your words
like lenses into your soul
and being a poet
you have doubts about your soul
how bold will you be
with your reverie?
Courage stares Fear in the eye
and tries not to blink
Nothing works like an earthquake
to get your heart right with fear
when you can't count on the ground
and wear panic on your feet like sneakers
and all the blaring speakers
remind you of danger and dismay
the poet tips his hat, says
Have a lovely day.
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great lines!... excellent!Courage stares Fear in the eye
and tries not to blink
........
was just reading the book and found this fear poem of mine in it.
i thought i'd post it because i am afraid. ... i am very afraid.
it sucks
(being afraid... not the poem, i hope)
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