Spriglief's profile
AGE:
52
LOC: Delco, NC
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: March 05
LOC: Delco, NC
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: March 05
Spriglief is a poet who is following his star to the new horizon.
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A Mogul Debates Her Maid In the court of the Moguls The anvil of world culture Two women fought for tenure The treasure a prince’s heart Future queen of the Indus The veil no shield to either Anakarli a courtesan by trade Servant of a Rajput Queen Whose affection of Salim Heir of Akbar the Great Lavished in palace gardens Mirth a musical timbre Indulgent Jodhbai’s court To give in fancy of beauty Busy bees gathering nectar She lavishly wraps in wealth A romance kept in stealt...
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A Mogul Debates Her Maid In court of the Moguls The anvil of world culture Two women fought for tenure The prize a prince’s heart Future queen of the Indus The veil no protection to either. Anakarli, courtesan by trade, Maid of a Rajput Queen, Whose love of Salim, Heir of Akbar the Great, She lavished on in palace gardens, Laughter a musical instrument. Indulgent of all Theirs to give In love of beauty Queen Jodhabai warped Anarkali In the wealth of an empire Most favored in the Que...
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Oh Fatima, The apple of your father’s eye, Whose cool shade I now bade, Hear my prayer, my supplication. Everyone knows your fruit. Let me be as fruitful, Let me be as loved. My roots need nourishment, My soul is thirsty, Send to me an Ali. Give me your peaceful patience. Give me a woman’s modesty, A mother’s contentment. Bring me into my season. Let my nectar allure the bee, The one you have for me. Then let me bear for him, With strong limbs, Children! Until I am known as ...
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Oh Fatima, The apple of your father’s eye, Whose cool shade I now bade, Hear my prayer, my supplication. Everyone knows your fruit. Let me be as fruitful, Let me be as loved. My roots need nourishment, My soul is thirsty, Send to me an Ali. Give me your peaceful patience. Give me a woman’s modesty, A mother’s contentment. Bring me into my season. Let my nectar allure the bee, The one you have for me. Then let me bear for him, With strong limbs, Children! Until I am know as y...
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The 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 mind 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 utili...
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It has a Victorian feel to it though its vocabulary, but I don’t see anything about long distance love in it. Sure the sun comes up, the flowers respond, but there is nothing of the long dark night in your metaphors. Words like “years” and “months” does not compensate for the human part, which does have a memory of separation. I rebel against making this into a natural cycle because the barrenness is not addressed.
Some of your adjectives try to hard, example, “delta dawn” and “meager month” You could delete some of them and not lose a thing. You don’t need to color the word “month” to let your readers know your character has only been married a short time. The noun month does that for you. I know this flash fiction, but I think it relies on its shock value to much to carry your plot.
In short, poetry is condensed emotion and thought and effective poetry has its effect before the rational mind engages the printed matter. You were verbose, but essentially said the same thing. So we are on the same page. Several times you mentioned “changing the poet’s vision.” Personally I don’t think a critic can do this. Any poet worth the ink in their printer should not feel threatened by a reviewer’s comments. Critics are the bottom feeders of the literary world and all the ink they as ...
I don’t think it is too preachy at all and love the way you capitalized “Them,” as the do act like God’s on Olympus. Maybe you should have said something about gated communities. It is a relatively recent phenomenon here, though in the 3rd world they have always been there. Personally, I see them as the van guard of the third world invasion when soon middle class America will have to scrap for a meal. This is preachy, not your write.
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The Six Word Memoir: A Collection of Top Ten Motivations for Writing Such Profundity for the Masses
I wish they could all be as good as your closing line. It’s funny and ego definitely has something to do with it.
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