Just That Archaic Poet Poet Rhyme

The Last Son

In my ear something whispers, tells of tales of burning blisters,
forbids the haunting of my sisters, last of sons to bear our name.
Like fleas in whiskers- embedded splinters,
a Soul that's known too many Winters,
felt just one too many shivers-
puts my family crest to shame!

Sin of Sins is potential wasted, failure tasted on a daily basis.
Jaded thoughts in anger basted, long awaited signs of Truth.
My secrets naked, cut and pasted, Time to Space in cryo-stasis;
bring masks of faces, changing places, all I need to seize the proof!

In our nest found Viper eggs, Black Mamba mouth and Widow webs;
cobra fangs, Komodo legs, the sting of buried Scorpion.
Killer bees on murder sprees, venom- how it quickly spreads!
Such toxic bites, to my delight, end my role to be "the son".

My duty relieved, can freely breathe, no longer bound by obligation.
I now have need to craft and weave the lordly exit of earthly King.
So I take my leave, my goal achieved, looking for a grand reception-
I do believe my aching Heart, the Soul of Art- is my only precious thing!

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Kelly Deschler February 10, 2016 at 11:20 PM So great to see your work getting the recognition that you always deserved... Congratulations on first place, Chan!... We miss you :)

Susan Gentry February 8, 2016 at 11:20 AM Awesome! A legend lives on it seems and that is so wonderful. I was intrigued from the start and had no idea who had written it. Thanks for sharing Royal. Eternal rest...

Hansteven Selfa February 8, 2016 at 8:32 AM A real heartfelt poem! Congratulations! :) -HANS

Sandra Adams February 6, 2016 at 8:33 PM when i first saw this at the top of the winner's list my heart skipped a beat, remembering all our chats....you are missed here and though i was gone, my time away was temporary, if only that were the same for you...R.I.P my friend!

Andrea Dietrich February 6, 2016 at 7:45 PM It is a privilege to come and see one of his works here knowing he won't ever be with us again. I am so glad Royal saw fit to put this top of the list. If anyone is managing Chan's account, please know that we miss him.

Connie Marcum Wong February 6, 2016 at 2:12 PM Congratulations on this inspired and truly moving piece placing first. A very deserving placement. Blessings, Connie

Skat A February 6, 2016 at 6:34 AM Nice to see this one from Chan. SKAT

Teddy Kimathi February 6, 2016 at 4:13 AM Congrats for your well deserved top placement in the contest!!! ;-)

Poet Destroyer A February 6, 2016 at 2:58 AM Dearest Chan,(RIP) Like fine wine, your poems will always be. A heart moving-warm piece. Congrats ta ya. LINDA

Teresa Godwin March 26, 2014 at 9:54 PM "I do believe your aching Heart, (must be) the Sould of Art" ..it is friend. I can feel the separation and the cleaving to the only thing that brings relief. Write on, it helps. What a gift. ~Teresa

Skat A February 26, 2014 at 8:53 AM soup mail

Tim B February 21, 2014 at 10:20 AM Beautiful poem, and very powerful emotionally. It speaks to that part of us that is racked with the pressures put on us by others, and we must find that release in something, art in this case, to alleviate it. I truly felt strangled and held down there until the last stanza. Thank you for sharing, and for stopping by my poetry. Just That Archaic Poet February 21, 2014 at 10:55 AM You're welcome, Tim, and thanks for the read and reply :)

Andrea Dietrich February 17, 2014 at 3:18 AM oh my, what a heartfelt write this is!! That last line really sums up the importance you place on your art. There are just some things we cherish above all else!! Just That Archaic Poet February 17, 2014 at 12:01 PM Thanks, Andrea. If I didn't have my art, I don't what I'd do. Sometimes I think it's my reason for living and why I'm even on this earth. My "calling", if you will. Thanks for the read and reply :)

Mark Peterson February 14, 2014 at 7:00 PM This is really your triumph of writing, rhythm and rhyme. What an excellent composition. I couldn't find anything on a,b,a,a,a,b with internal rhyme, so why not just call it Chan. Wow, I feel exhausted after reading it. Great message too. Just That Archaic Poet February 17, 2014 at 12:03 PM Thanks, Mark, but the credit goes to Sophia; it's just a slight variation of her style that I was trying to replicate in a way, just to see if I could do it because I think her style is far more eloquent and romantic than my own :)

Sophia Valentina February 14, 2014 at 6:28 PM Very nice. You're the wasted Son and I should've been a son...Still going to play that on my coffin, right??? Just That Archaic Poet February 17, 2014 at 12:03 PM Long as you're still going to belt out "Beautiful Son"! I know, I know; I ripped you off! ;)

Johnny Rhinem February 12, 2014 at 2:00 PM This Is Like 'Poe' Right Here With A Concerto's Pace As Rhythm Quite Excellent In I Would Say A Taste, In True Art, My Friend ~ I Wonder Why Amid This World It's Moment In Time, Do The Father Malayan Tigers Eat Their Babies ? It's Got To Be Something About Reasons & Seasons Especially When I Reflect Upon, "OUR HEAVENLY FATHER'S BEAUTIFUL LOVE".... ~ Keep Brushing The Masterful Cool Ride Hits My Man ~ Love John Just That Archaic Poet February 12, 2014 at 3:06 PM Wow. Thanks, man. Really happy you enjoyed this; didn't quite know how it would be received since it's a little different than my normal style. I appreciate the kind words and compliments. Thanks for the read and review and for stopping by my little nook of the universe :)