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Hellabore and Hemlock, a Poem

Updated on October 30, 2012

Politeness is Key

Hate.

stand, spitting, foaming.

little man.

you forgot to wash

down the hellabore

with hemlock.

let more en lightened ones,

(not me)

show you down unlighted paths,

yearning for the stars to

call your name.

Liar.

The stars are shut up

in a box-

will not come out to play

with the likes of you.

Even if the Aurora streams

past your eyes-

you're blind.

Then, let the blind lead the blind.

some of us have eaten the hellabore

and grinned shallow grins,

baring our teeth,

and drank the hemlock

in one draught,

keening for more

formidable poison...

little man,

this slip of paper is

the least of your worries.

Some of us coil with unwanted

chain gang energy.

we fling caution out

with those scalding words,

and anything else contained

in your truncated medulum.

Little man....

Rather a she bear and her cubs

than me.


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      Lillian K. Staats 4 years ago from Wasilla, Alaska

      Thank you formidible, Hy, and Eiddwen. You have made my day! lily

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      Eiddwen 4 years ago from Wales

      This is brilliant as always and thank you so much for sharing.

      Eddy.

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      Brenda Barnes 4 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

      I am with Moon. You are amazing when full of righteous anger. It is wonderful to observe and to read the products of what you write. You truly are my hero at times like these.

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      Lillian K. Staats 4 years ago from Wasilla, Alaska

      Oh, yeah, I do understand the importance of being earnest,)angry) and also, there is something for you Moon. Far be it from me to decide when people are born and die, But I think we should all take a lesson from my washer. 2 cycles, and loud as hell for each. Just bitch and moan when it's warranted, and keepa gun for the backwash. Does that sound too Republican? Well, warm feelers of love and congress, to you, my infamous Moon. Iago, where art thou?

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      moonfroth 4 years ago

      You are totally at your best when "the" finger is in the air from the first line. That's the energy. That fuels your very best poetics, as we see here in the array of powerful images and the perfect staccato cadence to carry it all forward. A great piece of work. You do realize the importance of Anger to your best work, eh?

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      Lillian K. Staats 4 years ago from Wasilla, Alaska

      Just trying to suckle at the Govt. Teat, of which I've filled from my own pockets for millenium! Grrrr! lily