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Threat of Extinction

Words hanging from parched branches confused and betrayed Under a canopy of shadows in the recess of belittled thoughts A prison of speechlessness bereft of expression and meaning Letters motionless in disarray fighting lost battles lonely at heart Starved streams of consciousness as a willow weeps in the wind Seedless dispersion of illiterate drought at the edge of the tree Reason and feeling disunited under a regime of torturous silence Not even black ink on charcoal where fire should liberate passion A scrabble of incongruence submerged under ashes of emptiness What if there was no poetry and the writer was shackled and numb Dead inside an alphabet of syllables refused collaboration and script Naked to a helpless core of scorched earth void and festering agony A scribe in handcuffs and the hangman tightening a noose of contempt For the chorus of voices unable to shout from roof tops and watchtowers While a tongue tied writer awaits his sentence for the crime of free speech Drowned in his ink pot like a convicted witch at society’s illegitimate court Or frying at the stake of burnt books at a show trial of unlettered verdicts Misunderstood misspelt hung and quartered to the applause of division A ballade-monger sings his swan song before the apocalypse rules out The appeal to common sense for an elegist prepared for a final encore As the final curtain is stuffed in between lips and amphora of metaphors No one can say that they have not been forewarned of overt perpetration Were merely following orders to suppress revolutions of evident trespass That they deemed degenerate what disagreed with a deep currency of fear And yet if one rhyme survived a single epilog remained on a grave stone Just one cemetery of unmarked burial sites lived on etched into history Poetry could not be killed for freedom is much stronger than censure 20th January 2020

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Date: 1/26/2020 8:34:00 AM
- Congratulations on your great winning poem in S.O. contest, Kai :) - Have a lovely Sunday :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 1/26/2020 7:46:00 AM
Love this, Kai. Outstanding poetry. Congrats on your win! Charlie
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Date: 1/26/2020 5:12:00 AM
You really know how to write with deep thought and always a story that many can relate to... great lines once again.. Congratulations on your first place in the contest..
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Date: 1/25/2020 3:36:00 AM
It is happening all the time. And we are privileged that we can write AND share.
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Date: 1/21/2020 5:51:00 AM
Enjoyed reading your work. Yes, in the cemetery lie lines that will survive forever even if all books were burned. Must say you are very creative in this work. Thanks for the visit to my page. Sara
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Kai Michael Neumann
Date: 1/21/2020 5:52:00 AM
Thank you very much for your praise. I am just writing stuff off my soul ...
Date: 1/20/2020 2:59:00 PM
such powerful writing, Kai, and filled with richness of metaphor. Wonderful
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Kai Michael Neumann
Date: 1/21/2020 1:01:00 PM
Thank you Andrea. Poetry must never die ...
Date: 1/20/2020 1:05:00 PM
Powerful penning. Felt as if I were reading a cry from an imprisoned Soviet poet / prisoner of conscience in the 1960's or 1970's. Superbly done! Cheers, Gershon
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Kai Michael Neumann
Date: 1/22/2020 3:56:00 AM
The Gulag is everywhere. Free the chains, Kai
Date: 1/20/2020 12:53:00 PM
- Wonderful poetic writing, Kai - And you're right ... the word and freedom is much stronger than censure - Best wishes in the contest :) - I just posted one for this contest ... not as good as yours ... but, it's mine :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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