God and the TankerA Poem by Leslie Philiberta beachand slow flows the esturaine bay, a b*****d river, feathers of shot seagulls litter the tarred pebbles. Skystink of hot rubber,grey waves salinate the souvenirs of the not last war. Giants strut the harbour,namesake cranes. An ice wind makes my back embroynic, my head tilted down, madonna and child. A row of orange lights awake, and the gravel crunches like the approaching of a noble house, with guarding lions. The burnt horizon glows, as a godless tanker sets for sea, and...
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9 Reviews Added on April 17, 2012 Last Updated on April 17, 2012 AuthorLeslie PhilibertBavaria, GermanyAboutI`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..Writing
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