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ODOP: Portentous

The stars were pregnant
when my mother disburdened
herself of me squalling.
Sages spoke; words
fell thick and heavy as
summer rain, and the floods!

Great things were
delegated to me,
underachiever. Gods,
why not lay claim
to your rights? and
rescue me from my fat fate.

Copyright 2010 Jobey George

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ODOP: Martin Shade Reports

I suspect the reason my current novel project is going so slowly and poorly is that I keep falling in love with each character in turn. This one, Shade, was initially conceived solely to be a bit of a vain and silly bastard: it was an actual plot point that sensible, hot-blooded people would find him irritating. Ah, it’s the best-laid plans that always suck…

Lately I’ve been fiddling with a novella from his PoV and he’s gotten frighteningly complex. As you can see below, my materialistic friend is in fact a bit of a repressed mystic.

You have to know when to give if the gods are fond of
twirling your life like a pen when they’re bored.
I’m bored. I’m bored with trying and fighting.
Bored with pride and resistance. And yet
I’ll do it again tomorrow once this passes.

But as of yesterday I gave. Got on the
floor where I belong. Eyes on the
ceiling where nothing is. And nothing so
strong it is something. Take it from me.
There is no drug like pain. I saw myriad flying things.

Copyright 2010 Jobey George

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ODOP: Assurance

This poem’s prompts were “predetermined” and “What is the shortest route to the sea?”

Calamity, you say? Son, calamity comes
When the stars go up in smoke, or a widow’s strappling sons
Discover war and women in one brutish night,
When the rising moon is red, when the winds and waters fight,
When cities lose their wheat, and their rulers lose their wits—
And in none of these scenes does your bloody lost map fit!

Better we’d ripped it up and chewed it for a meal
(That night on Medez so hungry our hates themselves did heel)!
The ocean embraces all the lands! Go west—Go east!—
Go you and do a combination of the two!
Get going. Follow any note of any tune of any air
And laugh at fear. It’s predetermined that we’ll get there.

For a power in the desert night once spoke to me
An angel with a flaming face to an orphan boy unfree
That the gods of death would not take my breath,
My life would not be done,
Till I went to adore at the Parcian shore,
Till I and the ocean breathe as one.

Copyright 2010 Jobey George

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ODOP: untitled

A week of prompts! Today’s was “hazy” and “Was it out of love or malice?”

Now that the floods of blood
surround me, staining boots and
ragged hem, I find you
tempted to plead me
helpless, a soul caught
in the heat of emergency, my motives
ghosts made hazy in the desperate alarm.
They spit, call me skullcrusher,
doomslayer, unreckonable fool,
to see if I claim revenge,
or dare to claim humanity; but
the stars are shining clear now
and the murderer won’t play.

I did it because it was
the only thing to do. And I was there.

Copyright 2010 Jobey George

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ODOP: untitled

NEWS: An even quicker “versing” than usual — I overslept — but I am working on another blog rec for next week.

When we swung through the loop and skimmed down the scale we landed all a-heap in here —
Yes, you must sit close by me cause that patch is blood, but the stars are very clear.

Copyright 2010 Jobey George

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ODOP: Darkest Night

Well, gentlemen, you’re agreed —
And who’s a commander
These degenerate days
To not follow
His followers? We’ll go —
And I’ll not say I told you so.

After all, I can’t deny
It’s spread far as unboiled
Blood can stand. Last tender
Glances at your homes. Tonight
One side must perish.
Handbasket. Hell. Get moving.

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ODOP: epicurus defied

I got the prompt from today’s poem by random-ing on TV Tropes and getting Friendly Neighborhood Vampires. The reason it became all “lover-ly” is because the description claims that FNVs are sometimes portrayed as “Star Crossed Lovers” (??) I don’t recall any such examples from my own media experiences, but, when your goal is One Day, One Poem, you can’t be too picky about inspiration.

Anyway the TV Tropes item inspired a lot of bad puns. I showed heroic restraint by not putting all of them in here.

Carpe the bloody diem,
They told me, and forget
Her lily-thin cheeks
Rebels don’t regret

When you live in the moment
You live in any moment…
Right.
Coz that’s romantic.

And so I left the bloody diem
Left it exactly as it was.
It’s still waiting on me,
Its neck exposed.

Our past burning on high pyres —
Hand and hand, we stalk away,
And fly off, you and I
To suck the morrow from today.

Copyright 2010 Jobey George

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