To Listen to Music While Reading this Poem, just Click Here!
Click Here To add this poem to your "Voting Possibilities" list!
The Navajos of William Randolph Hearst He had one love, the pawnbroker did, and people in line all waiting instead of Counting wealth in tidy sums or heaping up this, more than giving away that. The only iron tri-blade ever found at the battle of Thermopolis Pass Chrysoberyl alexandrite worn in an Empress's hair. A tight Germantown, a phase three blanket with indigo blue, a spider woman's eye Making ochre red come alive...untold hidden away behind monastery walls to this very day. A newsman giant's legacy dwindling to dust capricious to time, languishing to touch. The idea so festering within his desire the pawnbroker couldn't resist nor tire Until his bags and bags of silver lain upon the monks' palms brought him the best. Until he became a pawnbroker no more. |
Additional Notes:
True story.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Mark Steven Scheffer On Date: 2008-10-17 11:23:30
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
JCH,
Wonderful title. I need to know the background before I can fully appreciate what you're doing in this poem. Great last line,too. I know enough to know something very grand is happening in this poem. You and DeniMari at the front of my line this month.
MSS