RIVER OF FIRES
The river of fires, whose arduous crossing
Must be done in flights, never on foot, trekking
For the ambers of fires, the searing hot coals
For my disgrace and fast soaring, eluding goals
The reminders of infamy and fame lust and lost
In this world shaped of money and flashy lust
For those whose names and identity affiliations
Fortune has decided to register in constellations
In solid states of golden and silvery shiny slates
By their efforts or natures work of fixing states
Close public treasures, to fetch their greedy shares
To leave others not so favored to their earthly cares!
If nature speaks not clearly my mothers tongue
But in strange speeches, say what I understand not
She leaves me cracking my weary soul in supplications
To solicit the uncommon grace of bountiful relations
Those who fear God and respect the thick blood line
To snatch me out of this literature of penury, in time!
That a stray cat, which has never before devoured
Those fleshly meaty parts of a full grown cat fish
May marvel at the miracle of a giant juicy bone
Of the catfish, from rubbish bin basket of humans
And knee in thanksgiving supplication for the bone.
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River of Fires
PoetryThis is literally a collection of 101 poems. it is the first Anthony from the author Atom Ter, a pen name of Jimson Vincent. The poems cover loosely all aspects of life and internet. I hope the reader finds these poems interesting, useful, helpful...
