Long Tragic flaw Poems

(Continuing the trip through Hell of Dante with poet Virgilio)

Pah-peh Sah-tan, Pah-peh Sah-tan al-ept!”,
Started Pluto with his hoarse voice toss
And that gentle wise, who any knowledge kept,

Told to encourage me: “don’t have a loss 
By...

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justice 

What does this vastly misunderstood word mean to you? 

Too what ends? 

May we seek? 

Who(m) may guide us? 

Endless deliberation (spiss spiss spiss)

Debated and glorified by us all 

Beloved; instilled among (a) core...

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(Remembering Innocence)


Note to Readers of Previous Versions:
There are so many new vignettes scattered throughout the poem that I hope you will reread the whole thing! There are new tales, improvements to previous verses, and improved...

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True, Moses wrote of righteousness, one based upon the law.
But Paul proffered an alternate, eschewed the tragic flaw.
Salvation based on works alone: a concept misapplied.
For all, not most, have fallen short; to live thus was...

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Don't live in the past
Let the bad memories go
So you can live your life!
It is not easy but you have to try
So that you don't let a shade of the past control you!

Don't let your...

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The wind did stir the thought in kind wanting - for if she knew my soul, just a spark 
of it, I would be a rich man...

So long this ribbon of love that flows over...

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By Laura Dee
October 27, 2014

Echoes answer my call to arms
This majesty I couldn't harm
Maybe that's my tragic flaw
I never killed my dated laws

I cannot flex until I break
I'm doomed to repeat my mistakes
Feels so hopeless...

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Out of his options: to fight or to flight, 
He chose, as any tragic hero does, to fight,
To fiercely fight, taking fighting as right
Act, to escape from cold, dreadful plight.

This man had, as any other,...

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High-frequency T.V.'s and Mp3's-
fortune five-hundred execs 
getting high on profit specs,
and migratory bird disease.

We live in a time where
teenage single mothers still have sex,
and the majority recieve hourly checks;
we all look on with an empty...

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“Oh Snowman!” sing the children-birds,
“For what reason are you astray?”
He’d put some care into his words.
Who cares what snowmen have to say?

He’d long been keeping up his trade
Of mangling words where truths apply.
But well he...

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The Stalking Place

Through the secret, guarded windows
of the soul’s protected space
down the corridors of mania
is a distorted stalking place.

In the midst of strong emotion
passion, envy, hate and love
burns the fire of crazed devotion
something rarely spoken...

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"Only in their dreams can men be truly free. 'twas always thus and always thus will be."
Carpe Diem. 
Nothing more than false hope and the possibility it promises, as real as, cars of sand. 
A...

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