Vanquish Now the Gods (poem) by Keith Rowley on AuthorsDen

Vanquish Now the Gods
by Keith Rowley → (All Poetry by Keith Rowley)
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Mortality, confinement and inevitable decay; these things present us with the prospect of a dark passage of pain, leading only to oblivion. Could the Gods hate us so? Like the sketch of twin faceted Myra Qadish above, this is a Reflection of the dark.

Vanquish Now the Gods Hush now! Still the warbling of thy voice! Oh! Bitter solitary child So long adrift upon this mortal, seething sea of rage and pain Thy tears do but the hateful gods beguile And all the while They feast upon the ruined hope of mortal man That rises from our dark defile Be still! Oh bitter heart! Taint not the erstwhile joys of long spent youth With black and icy roiling fog of thought Suppress thy dear bought knowledge of the night Of feebleness and age Kill now the carrion thoughts that wander through thy lonely mind And rant and rave and rip and rend the barriers of thy corporeal, bloody cage. Hush now! Still thy thoughts! Snuff out the candle of thy soul Feed not the cursed gods of night with the vapours of thy pain Flee now! Flee the pain of mortal life Abandon thou thy mother and thy wife Thy father’s tears now wash away with blood Flee far from life of anguish and of strife Swiftly, fall upon thy knife ‘Tis all the will of those above Who crave thee Fall! In token of thy love.

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on July 11, 2008

Keith,
The voice in this poem seems to come from the past. It's like a mixture of some of the great poets' voices. Love the line "Kill now the carrion thoughts..." This is written in a forceful tone that commands attention. Excellent poem! I'm looking forward to more of your posts. Love and Hugs:)
Sheila

Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER

Reviewed on August 17, 2007

You open the veneer to lifes deep pulses as it changes from one to another, if thought was not there, knowing, would we wallow in this self pity of our passing? would we not knowing though, just follow the wings of a butterfly on a wheel that goes round and round....Keith you are a Master at mixing light and spirit longing and defilement in a rainbow of words, I can see the dramatic stage for you, Wagner could have used you well wow! More...Jasmin Horst

Reviewed by Linda Hill

Reviewed on August 4, 2007

Keith,
Thank you for leading me to this poem. Its powerful and goes right to the soul. You have amazing talent that reflects in your words. I will be reading more of you as I am tracking you. This poem has depth and spirit. Keep writing!

Many blessings,
~Linda