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Martyr: A Poem (and a salad recipe)  

demonicsexkitten 48F
5178 posts
10/12/2014 6:25 pm

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Martyr: A Poem (and a salad recipe)


I'm digging through one of my closets and ran into a box of papers from when the pipe supplying water to the toilet broke and flooded my apartment. We threw everything I owned out in the yard. Once everything was dry... some things were tossed, some put back, and some... put in a box (or many boxes) for "sort through later". Those boxes got stuffed in a closet and forgotten until now.

I just found one of my old poems from college days. When I working on my AA/AS/BS (I did all 3 at once... the bachelors' was somewhat accidental).

Sharing...

Martyr

The shadows wall the sunlight in,
Truth rides blindly in the sun.
The Watchers lower their eyes
as she goes racing past,
her standard raised to Heaven.

Thunder passes, those flying hooves;
the ignorant cower, deaf and blind,
hiding from their angry gods.
They believe the lie!

That beauty, Righteous Truth,
calls out like Joan of Arc,
calling loud for man to help;
The Victory is Ours!

(Ignore the Past,
Forget the Future,
Pull the shroud of darkness
closer by....)

The screams of death and dying,
blood red rivers drown the sun.
Truth fights alone, an empty battle,
and is buried in a sea of blood,
Her voice still echoing to Heaven.

--DSK (sometime prior to 2004)

I submitted it for publication but was informed "You need to read what modern poetry is like". Totally P*ssed me off. First: they never said "only modern style poetry" and second: I'm alive now. I wrote it. Thus: modern.

No matter... some of the stuff they publish is ridiculous. I should know... one of the poems I had published in a national anthology I'm quite horrified to have my name associated with. I threw it in as a submission because "ahh, what the heck". Thinking of the fact that I wrote it and it's published puts me in convulsions lol.

And for something a little different: my favorite Moroccan Salad. I've been stressing for over a year because I knew I'd written it down, it wasn't with my recipes, and the Moroccan Restaurant I got it from took down their recipe link which I relied upon and appear to have closed their associated site where they sold items and shared recipes.

Sh'ladda d'el Khiar:

2 cucumbers, peeled & diced in 1" squares
2 ripe tomatoes diced in 1" cubes
2 green peppers diced in 1" cubes
1/2 peeled onion, finely chopped (I use red onion SUPER finely chopped)
2 stems parsley finely chopped
2 ox red wine vinegar or juice of 1 lemon (I use the lemon)
1 oz virgin olive oil
1 tsp black pepper
1 Tbsp cumin
Salt to taste

Garnish: Preserved lemon and green or kalamata olives

Mix together in a bowl. Garnish on a plate if desired.

humorlife 56M  
5710 posts
10/15/2014 4:10 am

Publishing success, like success in a lot of creative fields, is partly based on the whim of the editor, and partly a matter of stick-to-itiveness. Keep sending your work out!

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Nuke_N_Naughty 52M/53F

10/15/2014 9:17 pm

Regardless of what those publishers might have thought. I liked it, but then again I am not sure if I am a very good critic or lover of poetry. I sure as hell can't write it, but when I read something that I like, I know it. I hope that counts for something.

Dennis (Idahonuke)
To read about myongoing adventures and journey into the lifestyle:
[blog Idahonuke]


demonicsexkitten replies on 10/15/2014 9:53 pm:
Thanks

I just wish everybody could FEEL it the way it felt to me when I wrote it. Rather: how I was feeling when I wrote it and wanted the poem to feel. Drums of war... almost like a Celtic Bodhran beating warriors across the battle field. Make the blood heat and boil.

I don't think I got that feeling in there much at all... other than the echo inside myself.

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