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Of Old Leaders And Contorted Consciences
MG (N/A / Sydney, Nova Scotia)

Of Old Leaders And Contorted Consciences

I am now just but a ghost;

a sack of famished bones

enclosed only by a thin leatherly hide;

a dangling, flaking biltong of guilt

and yet once I was a towering giant

hovering eerily above,

heroic in my gestures

and aggressive in my victories

I was a king to few

and a god to many

who cowered cowardly at the sight of my scars.

I prided myself of winning wars

and the intrigue of my trickery

99 tricks I had

each furnished to thoroughly disable my foe,

shred him to the floor,

disregard the wails of the masses

and scatter the dust for all to see and awe

and so I stumbled-

yet my vanity forbade me from seeing

that my grave deep I had dug

with every fiery word I spat

"Shame, shame, shame! "

it thus came swiftly upon me

bitter as Job's trials

and searing like the flames of Joan

then - suddenly -

my eyes bore the fiery flash.

I had been blind all along!

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It's all a game of unconscious, where our uncalled fears and unfulfilled desires are reshaped in dreams. We all see such dreams when we are not enjoying a deep sleep. A good poetess like Melvina Germain is capable enough to describe such dreams in a great poem like this. It's a wonderful poem.
The Lord has so much to share with you. i saw mirrors within the still waters. what a fine expression. your poetic vision and expressions are amazing. thank you dear Poetess
You've taken me to that place. A truly wonderful work, now among my favourites...
I salute to your descriptive power, I salute to the universality of messages you convey, I salute to your poetry! ...10
Gifts of God are unique and splendorous. In my poem The Hymn of mercy I have stated Divine Charity. Beautiful poem..Love your ink. Thanks for sharing. Regards.
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