Life-Whore
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
User-Extraordinaire! What sacrilege
You design from sacral lineage!
Bitter are your nerves; bitter is your cage.
Your moan’s spittle contains alienage…
Abuser-beyond-repair! What knowledge
Can you gain in forever’s flames of hell?
Why does flesh need to understand the pledge
Of erstwhile Daemons? Wars come which impel
Transmutation of root words into shells.
Bitter shells of bitter lives deny par-
Ticulars to reside where fools now dwell,
Which, in reality, exceeds bizarre.
Wars of bio-slaking create whores whose
Every breath brings another’s sad excuse.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 1/27/06
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Reviewed by Bobbi Duffy
WOW!!!
Bobbi
Reviewed by Robin Ouzman Hislop
exceeds bizarre - some lines in this one & quite a sonnet
a real zing in it erin saludos
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Vesna
So much abuse in the world and you have a lovely rant going.
Powerful pen Erin!!
Love tinka
An anger man struck from behind cannot see his foe, but maybe in the eyes of..... a beholder?....and maybe grows ugly. he'd not be a prostituter but a directly intended seeker-a blind(ed)man who births hell, the only particular he knows is of a blow appears where he looks.
Liked the rhyme, insight and observation. Regardless of what a person comprehends of such a daemon, his mind returns to the subject, as if never resolved, as easily as a simple observation were the entire story.
I also wanted to compliment you on a change in your poetry style, that it is much more succinct and to the point, shorter in words with a clearer painter picture, both in (for) the first and third person.
Marvin