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The Devil's Ballet D'Action with Cardinal Law

                        In                             an                      act       denied, he        did                     the Devil, dancing but  the                              better                    choice in revel   ,   poised                             as portly                        partner pirouetting round                    demonic      lie;                      then paused, regretting.                     Where           was                    Cardinal Law?          No                  scream?           They                      hollered!  Harm, you                 caused,                more                         so than penguins,               collared,                   to the                                children raped        on blazing                    bedding                                   blued  in          hazing hues                    awash on                                   threading.    Why were                          these men,                                   many,  bronzed,                                   to languish                                   on a linen stained                               through angel’s                              anguish?  In thy eyes’                        debris  ,  chilled  ,  lies                           the answer – hidden, empty                 guilt due cleric’s cancer.                           Wrought in winged   apostle’s              church, degraded, and                           burlesqued in ancient     image,              faded,      a    despair                             arises,  viewing  jester      swirl             around,        as lies,                              proclaimed, still fester.      Jesus           Christ forewarned                              their fate, as mystic, at         the least,     condemning acts,                           sadistic, loading millstones        carved in limestone, marbled fine                        on collared necks with voices,                garbled.  Pope  John Paul,                       what manner of seer are thee?           I           was  made a man, as thee,                 divinely…I, as well, know Godly       paths        to travel, that divide and                  fork while lives unravel.  Long ago,          on        an         embedded eon, when           no time existed, absent Demon, God,                at               once, emerged                      from loving kindness and beheld the                                  void in spite of                    darkness.  Once beheld, He knew, and,                                  being, acted;                      angels, first, before the world, distracted,                                  made in airy                      ethos, at beginning, as companions through                                  the silence,                        spinning.  Then, came challenge, bold, from                                 friendships,                       forceful - mindful, they, of actions, not remorseful;                                 thus  began                      the Plan, Divine, to battle Satan’s forces with agape’s                                  rattle.  By                    a tinctured process, pinched and seasoned, with schematic                                  insight,                  wisely reasoned, God created “Bang!” in thought’s perfection,                                  curling                 time ahead in deep reflection.  Now, with judgement, nigh,                                  amidst              our writhing, comes a comic figure, seeking tithing, in the                                  name                                           of Jesus, lying lonely;                                 Cardinal                                        Law, one question,                                  “Present,                                                 only?”

Copyright © January 2004 Robert L Tremblay

Additional Notes:
The imaged poem should be viewed at full screen to view it properly and below is the poem in traditional format for ease of reading. The Devil’s Ballet d’Action with Cardinal Law In an act denied, he did the Devil, Dancing but the better choice in revel, Poised as portly partner pirouetting Round demonic lie; then paused, regretting. Where was Cardinal Law? No scream? They hollered! Harm, you caused, more so than penguins, collared, To the children raped on blazing bedding Blued in hazing hues awash on threading. Why were these men, many, bronzed, to languish On a linen stained through angel’s anguish? In thy eyes’ debris, chilled, lies the answer – Hidden, empty guilt due cleric’s cancer. Wrought in winged apostle’s church, degraded, And burlesqued in ancient image, faded, A despair arises, viewing jester Swirl around, as lies, proclaimed, still fester. Jesus Christ forewarned their fate, as mystic, At the least, condemning acts, sadistic, Loading millstones carved in limestone, marbled Fine on collared necks with voices, garbled. Pope John Paul, what manner of seer are thee? I was made a man, as thee, divinely… I, as well, know Godly paths to travel, That divide and fork while lives unravel. Long ago, on an embedded eon, When no time existed, absent Demon, God, at once, emerged from loving kindness And beheld the void in spite of darkness. Once beheld, He knew, and, being, acted; Angels, first, before the world, distracted, Made in airy ethos, at beginning, As companions through the silence, spinning. Then, came challenge, bold, from friendships, forceful – Mindful, they, of actions, not remorseful; Thus began the Plan, Divine, to battle Satan’s forces with agape’s rattle. By a tinctured process, pinched and seasoned, With schematic insight, wisely reasoned, God created “Bang!” in thought’s perfection, Curling time ahead in deep reflection. Now, with judgement, nigh, amidst our writhing, Comes a comic figure, seeking tithing, In the name of Jesus, lying lonely; Cardinal Law, one question, “Present, only?” copyright Robert Tremblay @ 2002

This Poem was Critiqued By: Elaine Marie Phalen On Date: 2004-02-04 09:10:33
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.77778
Robert: I have NO idea how you manage to do these intricate pieces! This isn't a critique, as I'm at work and time's running out ... but I can't let this pass without at least commenting. The effort involved is tremendous, which I realize. The tough part would be not only to craft a shape that works, but to create the verbal component in a logical way. AND do it in IP. With rhyme, and consistent use of alliteration. Loading millstones carved in limestone, marbled Fine on collared necks with voices, garbled. Great use of various consonants here! L/m/r ... even reading the line out loud imitates the garbled effect. In the end, the isolated figure of Law, devoid of company and awaiting judgment, is both pathetic and repulsive. The initial "act denied" has led him to this place. A man of God does not avert his eyes when he knows that evil is being done. Those who stand by and fail to intervene are the devil's partners, for sure. This may not be poetry to everyone's taste - for no poem can be all things to all readers - but it's undeniably sincere, unique and very difficult to execute. Regards, Brenda

This Poem was Critiqued By: Regis L Chapman On Date: 2004-01-20 16:42:29
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 8.70000
Another excellently crafted piece, of similar style to the previous two I have just reviewed. All of them are so well done, and are sublime in their execution. It is always difficult to end these poems properly, and if I could have any quibble with any of them it's the ending of this one that I didn't "get". Well done again. it's a huge piece.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Leo Wilder On Date: 2004-01-13 12:29:00
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
WOW. Haven't had such a trip since I got off drugs. Leo
This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2004-01-13 08:59:18
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.57143
Unbelievable Bobbie, this image you have created is outstanding, a treasure which stands out and draws the readers attention not only to the image but the message within the lines........I cannot say it enough how difficult it appears to be to create such a majestic piece of art yet it seems you just blink your eye and it appears and I know in my heart its not magic but the work or God through you for He wants His people to see, feel and hear the message within. How many people dance with the devil? For what reason? Yet, this is the worse kind of sin tht any human being might commit short of murder but then again, they are killing the spirit and soul of the children of God and that my friend is horrible....I certainly do appreciate your posting this piece, I appreciate the great talent you have and the knowledge that you have within your heart and soul. Be safe my friend, and may the Lord continue to bless you and your work . God Bless, Claire
This Poem was Critiqued By: Jordan Brendez Bandojo On Date: 2004-01-13 04:45:38
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Dear Bobby, You totally amazed with your talent! Such a great and very artistic piece! I don't know how to express myself here. I am muted to the wonders you put in here! First of all, the structure of the poem is more complicated for me to look and BLESS you on your highly incomparable piece. I don't know what spirit is in you. I am sure HE is more than poetic! I don't know I keep on looking at my monitor's screen and I almost couldn't believe. Is this a magic? The effort for this must be HUGE OR HUMONGOUS! But it seems that in your part, there is no trace of difficulties. I feel that you just swipe it out and there it is. And the rhyming! Oh, the rhyming is perfect! Rhyming for me is even hard to fulfill. But this is perfectly metered and rhymed. And oh, the meaning of the poem is valuable. THe theme is significantly great! Evrything is great here. How many times should I exclaimed, Great! so that I will be satisfied. I tell you, I am not mesmerized that I will cast my vote on this. It is true and clear. Do you have any record in the Guiness Book? I am excited to know, please! I should believe! Believe! I salute to you! Bravo is not enough to say, Bob!
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