This Poem was Submitted By: Medard Louis Lefevre Jr. On Date: 2012-03-17 10:37:19 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!To Listen to Music While Reading this Poem, just Click Here!
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Holden Castle In and out of Holden Castle
above the bluffs of the Bay of Marie
The sporting dogs and pampered ones
are awaiting the feast of the red moon
Their howling, barking, and whimpering
invites the cold blood of the fallen prince
welcomes the dead who are still living
ignites the purulent sores of all poxes
The bitter night has aborted the day
darkness has expunged the light
life isn't even worth a memory
love was never once a thought
Forever is as forever always was
nothing, absolutely nothing
In and out of Holden Castle
only extinction exists
In and out of Holden Castle
among pastures greened by rain and sun
The serfs and other animals to be slaughtered
also await the feast of the red moon
Their toils and mischief are ridiculed
by the hideous laughter of the fallen prince
by the enslaved angels of malevolence
by souls too scared to live
The captured luminescence of the day
lights only what was never was
The spirit was never thought to be conceived
The strongest faith merely a diversion
Nothing is here or anywhere
eternity, absolutely ephemeral
In and out of Holden Castle
only annihilation exists
In and out of Holden Castle
removed by forests and deserts
the plagues we are and have created
await the feast of the red moon
Their virulence and infectiousness are natural
to the desecrated bowels of the fallen prince
to the unsanctified writings of buried canons
to the corrupt prayers of corrupt saints
No more darkness, no more light
only the mediocre and apathetic
That is the life we choose to live
and by that we will all be damned
Existence is as it always was
existence, absolutely nothing more
In and out of Holden Castle
only the fallen prince exists
In and out of Holden Castle
without God, there was never a King |
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Copyright © March 2012 Medard Louis Lefevre Jr.
Additional Notes:
Grandiose and ugly, but in me. Marginal sanity allows the latitudes to sway.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Mark Steven Scheffer On Date: 2012-04-07 00:00:44
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Medard,
Holden. Wasn't that the name of the protagonist in Catcher in the Rye? Doesn't matter. The way "Holden" fills the mouth and satisfies the taste buds it's a fitting name for the Castle.
This comes from a neighborhood that is dangerous and honest, devoid of pretension. My side of the tracks.
Nice.
MSS
This Poem was Critiqued By: Ellen K Lewis On Date: 2012-04-06 02:39:10
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
I like it!
I'm struggling to get my mind around it all. I was swallowed in the depths of despair, and somehow feeling enlightened. It was great until:
The captured luminescence of the day
lights only what was never was
I started stumbling after that. Forgive me if I am wrong here. It feels like you started to lose perspective and maybe resolved to something lesser. (Like you hit 'a bump in the road' ?)
only annihilation exists ... only extinction exists.......only the fallen prince exists
In and out of Holden Castle
without God, there was never a King
Yes, grandiose and perhaps ugly to some. But also applicable truths can be found there:
unsanctified writings of buried canons
souls too scared to live
we choose to live
I like the way you brought everything 'in and out' of Holden Castle. Simple and straight, a perfect picture without too many words.
Ive enjoyed reading this. I would like to sit near this castle and observe the festival from afar.
This Poem was Critiqued By: James C. Horak On Date: 2012-03-18 10:20:27
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.30000
Medard, the same design in nature we see so perfectly exampled is in our senses to do right by each other. That Supreme Standard is with us although nurtured by some, and revolted against by others. If it weren't there would be no struggle, no fears of Heaven and/or Hell. Science on earth is now dead in the water, kept there in
service of corporations, governments and their military to prevent any such progress and revelation that might threaten the status quo. Secret keeping would not have become a major industry if this were not so.
Your poem reflects this sad state of affairs and opines the loss of that Supreme Standard, God. As we further traverse down this eroding path, so many gains that have been made based on such standards have crumbled. In
our decline we are, "in and out of Holden Castle". Indeed.
The merit of this poem is enhanced by its message, concern for mankind, and imagery that parallels well with
the evil forces at work today. A poet can function in no more noble way than to be harbinger at times like this. For that reason I will vote this poem #1 primarily due to such poems as this having become so scarce on
TPL. That may be my bias. But I own up to it. JCH
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