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Ever Lost.

Missing image

 

 

hope less than loss

she slept in dreams

ditched in curve

of bended mind

whilst Seed of Father

grew inside

Hades formed of concrete

walls where sunlight

was denied

bequeath a lonely child


 hourless our loss

she wept in screams

pitched to shriek

whilst Greed of Father

fattened leech

neon sheen gave birth

a glistening slave

mothered beneath the earth

withered within His reach

taught to swallow secrets

only Hell can teach


 a lesson of loss

she kept her being

stitched in shadow

a dark unseeing

bind of weave obscuring

Needs of Father

link of chains umbilical

to each unique

perverted miracle

laboured nursed and nurtured

bleak anaemic life

bestowed below

pale years of age

on Daughterwife


a Demon dug His pit

filled it

with broken bits of lust

tortured toys self-disgust

servile survival so vile

sane no creature

could remain

Breed of Father

feathered airless nest

with silence strained of intimate pain

from His largesse

rape another dead weight

to hobble gait of adult-

hooded heartstone cold

stunted cellar child oh

the surface found you old

youth in rust embossed

forever and

ever lost


Author notes

 

Few current events are as shocking and sickening as the affair of the fiend Fritzl and the twenty-four year incarceration with continuous rape of his daughter and three of the children she bore by his abuse, even in these jaded media days. 

If ever there were a subject deemed too ghastly to render in poetic terms without the requisite distance of time, this would be one of them, but I offer no excuses and give no apology for being attracted, like an inverted moth, to the darkest corners of human abomination.

Some endeavours wrench themselves from quill tip and this is my pathetic attempt to engage with an emotional portrayal of sensations experienced by the foremost victim, Elisabeth, who through astounding courage and amazing fortitude was able though prematurely aged, toothless and bent double by suffering in cramped conditions, to survive her score and four years in hell.

Few writes have left me so spent.

I leave it to my peers to judge the rectitude of such a dubious poetic undertaking.

Debasement Children.

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  • purple esprit silver member
    November 26, 2009

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    Knowing this tragedy very well, I must say that with your great poem the "story" enters the hearts for much more emotion and makes the ugly pain being felt much more than listening to all the news about this cruellest deed of a man who never deserved the name "father".
    You share a masterpiece herewith and as such it is simply perfect. Thank you! Ulla xx


    • gnosisonG silver member
      December 3, 2009
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      In Return...

      Thank you so much, Ulla!
      Twas not an easy write and still it sits in me like a livid sore.
      I`m half ashamed to be its author.
      Never was there a fiend less deserved of the title: father. May he rot in the basement of soulless oblivion.

      gG


  • HelloMyNameIsJesus
    November 17, 2009
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    gives me chills. great job.


  • drummertdog
    November 15, 2009

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    gnosisonG,

    This poem is incredible. The meaning hits so relentlessly, which stresses the shredding misery that lies therein your words. I would be a blasphemous fool to even attempt offering revision to this work. It's absolutely flawlessly fitted together. Let it ever serve as a testament to the ever lost. Thanks for a great read!

    language: 5, rhythm: 5, subject: 5, tone: 5, form: 5.


  • Kunu silver member
    November 3, 2009

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    You're too damn Ggood

    I can only look up to you, Gg.
    This is an amazing poem.
    It's perfect in every way.
    I hope to be like you someday...and write as beautifully as you.
    you're a poetic Ggenius.
    Thank you for posting this Sistine Chapel of a poem


    • gnosisonG silver member
      November 3, 2009
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      Cheers Kunu.

      Thanx for your kind and way too generous praise.
      With requisite dedication to word and emotion I`m sure you will become far more proficient than anything to which my humble efforts may attest.

      Regards

      gG


  • TheJOKERSaid silver member
    April 13, 2009
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    i remeber that story...that guy was fucked up and what he did was just as fucked up...it always seems to amaze me what people are capable of...in this case both of them...the dad for what he did and the daughter for surviving it...the human mind is an amazingly scary place haha...im sure elizabeth would love to read that she is looked at as a hero for surviving hell on earth


  • Expressions. silver member
    April 12, 2009

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    This is wonderful. I love the form and everything else about it! The form certainly helps the piece sink in. The rhyme was great, I was fascinated by the pattern

    This is really good. Contest material

    -Krista


    • gnosisonG silver member
      April 12, 2009
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      Cheers Krista!

      Fitting that you (with your nom-de-plume), should comment Ever Lost.
      The subject is one of utter loathing to me but the technical rendition adheres to a reptition sequence of a certain line and rhyme ( need of father....) this helps to anchor a loose rhyme over a drowning narrative.
      Could be a lyric though the subject belies this possibility.
      This is a tribute to the amazing, incredible fortitude of Elisabeth.

      Thanx again and warm regards

      gG


  • HelloMyNameIsJesus
    April 4, 2009

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    wow, this was incredible. this is what i'm talking about, using simple words to convey a much deeper meaning. great topic, you captured the hideous atmosphere of it all very well.


  • Young Hawk
    March 23, 2009

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    And yet you have taken this topic and written about it with so much passion. Your words and you skill do it justice. The rhyme and rhythm of this piece flow so well. I have found another great writer. 'neon sheen gave birth a glistening slave' and 'serle survival so vile' were very powerful. I'm sorry I cannot say anything more. Thank you for this.
    ~Hawk

    • gnosisonG silver member
      April 4, 2009
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      Cheers Hawk!

      You say more than enough with your kind comment.
      Thanx
      gG

  • Done
    February 14, 2009

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    Well worthy

    of endeavor, Simon.

    I've read that this travesty has become more wide-spread as many families displaced and split up by natural disasters and economic conditions throughout the Third World have retrogressed to this malignant practice. Children are losing their place of respect and being cherished in today's world that sickeningly objectifies them. This write was an excellent portrayal of just what this evil is: the lowest form of hatred and selfishness as it destroys the life of another for selfish satisfaction. Well written as always and the words are great. "Link of chains umbilical" is a great line.

    I remember the first time I heard this story and simultaneously felt exultant and repugnant that she was finally freed, but in absolute disgust at how a human life had been so adulterated to nothingness. This was great, Simon. "Debasement children" is but a continuation of your hallmark cleverness. Good write. I like the metaphor of being swallowed in the earth as a hell as it lends a dark, claustrophobic feel to it.

    'Ever Lost' is an excellent title that emotes well the cost of this evil.

    al


    • gnosisonG silver member
      February 17, 2009
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      Cheers Squared, Al!

      Yeah. Though Austria is hardly the third world (more a "everybody-mind-your-own-business-bougeousie-paradise") you raise a scary point on the abuse of our young and innocent. For if one equates the huge media focus on these hideous crimes with the utter lack of coverage in the poorest, non-syndicated and inaccessible areas containing vast swarms of the milling throng, then what we hear about is merely the tip of the iceberg.
      Objectification of real humanbeings is certainly part of the problem, I agree.
      I pictured this as occuring in Hell with the Devil descending the stairs to commit his monstrous acts upon his own flesh and blood.
      I can´t even begin to imagine the fortitude and bravery Elizabeth obviously has to have survived this unbelievable ordeal.

      Warmest regards

      gG


  • skyviewexpress
    February 9, 2009

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    Amazing...

    This was amazing. You have taken something so monstrous and constructed it's story with such passion and proficiency. The rhythm of the poem is excellent, the rhyme scheme is smooth and natural, and everything seems to fall together flawlessly. I loved how the title was played in to this piece, and I loved these lines...

    taught to swallow secrets

    only Hell can teach

    These lines have an evident strength to them. You couldn't of written anything more perfect to capture the essence of this tragedy. The alliterations and rhyming just added even more strength as well as interest to this piece. Very, very good write. A subject not often visited by poetry. Thank you for writing this poem.

    -Kitten

    language: 5, rhythm: 5, subject: 5, tone: 5, form: 5.


    • gnosisonG silver member
      February 17, 2009
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      Cheers Skyview!

      Thanx a million for your exceptionally kind and generous comment.
      And yes, I think my own favourite lines are those you highlighted.
      Cheers again!
      Warmest regards

      gG


  • Enoq
    December 30, 2008

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    Dazzled

    I loved some of the flow in this piece. It is hard to master such a verbose fluidity in randomly inspired pieces such as this. I commend you on your realization of that effort in this and many other pieces I have read. Both obfuscating and nerocentric I love it. Of course I am referring more to your style then your meaning or accomplishment there of in this poem but to be honest until the third or so re read I never know what anyone is talking about.

    FAV LINE:

    "servile survival so vile

    sane no creature

    could remain"

    language: 4, rhythm: 3, tone: 4, form: 3.


    • gnosisonG silver member
      December 31, 2008
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      Cheers Enoq!

      And seasonal greetings et al.
      With the trial of the fiend Fritzl coming up this dark depiction retains an unhealthily intimate umbra. Thanx for the neurocentric description, Enoq, I thought that was particularly apt in what I was attempting here.
      And I appreciate your mention of your fav line as I was uncertain about that one.
      Finally, don´t feel alone about having to read thru poems a few times to garner the gist of their content, it often happens to me!
      Warm regards and a happy new year

      gG


  • Nienna Colle
    December 28, 2008
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    gG, pressed for time, but I shall be back to this one. Like you I'm drawn to the depths of human disturbance, perhaps because I seek to know why? they occur. Not certain, have to ponder this, do some research, etc, BUT I feel your piece has yet to divulge all of its meaning to me. So I shall return.

    Hope (ironically enough) you and yours are well.

    N.


    • gnosisonG silver member
      December 31, 2008
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      Hi Nienna!

      Thanx for enquiring as to my wellbeing. All is generally effervescent with me and mine and may I extend seasonal solicitations to thee and thine also, dear Nienna.
      Take care and happy new year!

      gG


  • rhetorica gold member
    October 10, 2008
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    I imagine it must be difficult for you to keep up with your own inimitable intellect.I found this poem to be a taxing but ultimately unforgettable read.I think it highly improbable to have dealt with such a heinous subject in a more sobering manner and i`m not in the slightest bit surprised it left you so spent.

    language: 5, rhythm: 5, subject: 5, tone: 5, form: 5.


    • gnosisonG silver member
      October 10, 2008
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      Cheers Rhetorica!

      Thanx for your generous words. To be honest I had to doublecheck "inimitable" in the ever-at-hand dictionary which proves what a "bright" spark I am. Heheh.
      Stretching a limited ability means lots of hard taskmastering even more so when the subject is so extreme. I really appreciate you saying you felt it dealt with the horror in a sober manner, Rhetorica - this was an essential element in my puny attempt to convey the indescribable.

      Warm regards

      gG

      PS: Cool nom de plume by the way!

  • Gay-Militant
    September 25, 2008

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    absolutely intoxicating. i don't think i have ever read something quite like this. it makes the nerves tingle and the eyes water. oh, the corpusles....they shake.


    • gnosisonG silver member
      October 10, 2008
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      Thanx Demetrius Pious.

      Very kind of you to share your visceral reaction. I appreciate your generosity.
      Cheers

      gG


  • mallam23
    September 20, 2008

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    Hope more than most
    He woke to reality
    She put him in line
    To a straightened mind
    With seeds of smiles
    Growing outside
    She formed marshmallows
    Breaking walls
    Where sunlight was denied

    She dug a pit
    and filled it
    with broken bits of smores

    Tortured marshmallows
    Survived the insane creature
    Father, forever and ever lost
    In a fluffy mallow =)

    Hello Dear Friend,

    As I read this poem, it left me with.. what's the word? Ah, yes! A crappy feeling. The feeling was brought on from the subject and not your writing. Your words were remarkable and very descriptive. So remarkable that the subject hit my funny bone in a nonfunny way. So.. as I was reading my mind started to blank out into happier thoughts.... of marshmallows. I hope you understand. Great job!!! And more thumbs up!!!

    language: 5, rhythm: 5, subject: 5, tone: 5, form: 5.

  • oxymoron270
    August 9, 2008

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    this poem was very clear as to the situation. it was dark and depressing. the imagery was really good as was the language. structure was fitting. topic, though depressing, was good and important. definitely worth the read.

    very good write,
    adie


    • gnosisonG silver member
      September 22, 2008
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      Cheers Marshmallam!

      Sorry to bum you out but the subject certainly ain´t Hallmark material and as other folks have also been kind enough to mention Ever Lost is a dark and depressing ride.
      I´d be a total hypocrite to say these reactions were anything but highly satisfying to receive however, since the whole premise behind a write such as this is to deliver a visceral impact.
      There´s a gossamer fine balance between emotional honesty and over-the-top tasteless or pretentious bollox though and
      some are probably put off by the descriptive word-play but I found it an essential element in attempting to convey a topic too ghastly for everyday words.

      Your turn-around, I-am-off-to-my-happy-place-now poem made me laugh, Mallam, and of course I DO fully understand, heheh, your reaction reveals you to be a lady of sound and healthy mind!
      Besides I´ve always been a softy for marshmallows.
      It kind of makes me want to post something that might tickle your funny-bone in a GOOD way so as not to appear a monomaniac purveyor of doom and gloom.
      Hang on I must have a non-heavy scribble somewhere.... Oh yeah:

      There was a young woman from Enis
      Who bit off the knob of a....

      Waitwaitwait!! Highly inappropriate!! Back to the drawing-board - I´ll have to get back to you on that one I´m afraid.
      Take care.
      Warmest regards

      gGloom´n´doom

    • gnosisonG silver member
      September 22, 2008
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      Thanx Adie!

      For your kind comment - hope all is well with you.
      Take care

      gG


  • Kiddy
    August 6, 2008

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    gG,
    I visited this poem a few days ago, seeing the picture and title, I thought it was something about some historical event and decided to comment on the same later. I read first two stanzas and understood very well what you were talking about - it took me few minutes to come back to myself and move to next stanza.
    Seed of Father – My God – I remember I used the same phrase when I was discussing this news with my students, three months ago. Every word is well crafted and reveals Pain. ‘Stitched in Shadow’, ‘anaemic life’, ‘airless nest’, ‘servile survival’ – these phrases really are powerful and they double my feelings. I was like ‘Why, God?’ Incest stories were cultural shock to me when I came across ‘Tell me Your Dreams’ and other such stories. But this real news story was a big shock and I cried within for long time. And about Elisabeth’s mother – I pity her for her innocence and helplessness.
    Wordless.
    Disintegrated Kiddy.


    • gnosisonG silver member
      September 22, 2008
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      Hi Kiddy!

      Sorry it took a while to reply to your moving comment (I think I already did but only in my head!).
      An understandable synchronicity you using Seed of Father in discussing this evil. There is something formal and permanent about this term which becomes disgustingly terrible when applied to a context such as this.
      There hasn´t been much in the news lately which is good thing I suppose - hopefully Elisabeth and her family are doing as well as possible.
      Thank you for describing your feelings as you read this, Kiddy and for kindly mentioning the effort I put into each word and phrase.

      On a lighter note I hope married life is making you even more beautiful than you already are as well as content.
      Warmest regards

      gG

  • Terry-too
    July 22, 2008

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    Hello Simon,

    I returned to see what others had said, as much as to experience again what you had written. I can tell you that it does not fade with time--rather the opposite. It belongs in permanently available form, expressing as it does in fully descriptive, evocative form, a sense of outrage and pain... and perverse history.

    Poems, even exemplary poems, tend to be ephemeral unless they are in print.

    I read Harper's Magazine which fearlessly exposes humanity's ills, and publishes poetry occasionally, poetry that yours leaves panting in the dust. Nothing I have seen there is even on the same planet as yours! Somehow those writers have, however been published there.

    My question has several parts. One, do you have access to, or have you seen the magazine? Library perhaps?

    HARPER'S MAGAZINE, (it says on the title page)
    FOUNDED IN 1850/ VOL 317, NO.1899
    AUGUST 2008.

    At the bottom of the page among other things it states "Unsolicited poetry will not be considered or returned. No queries or manuscripts will be considered unless they are accompanied by a self-addressed, stamped envelope, Visit our website at http://www.harpers.org "

    That is pretty well standard, isn't it?
    Have you considered publishing?

    I have no idea what they pay, except that I have been a subscriber for a fair number of years, and know that Ever Lost is of such a high standard both poetically and in content, that its chances of being printed are good.

    Terry, of Nothing Ventured Nothing Gained Dept.


    • gnosisonG silver member
      July 28, 2008
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      Hi Terry

      Your kindest of messages has emboldened this wavering spine of fortitude, imbued with purpose a quivering jellycore of self-belief and afforded a goal no intensity of Summer-swelter will dissipate.
      Whether or not successful in this particular endeavour may I tend my immense gratitude to yourself and other selfless toilers at the "Nothing Ventured Nothing Gained Dept."

      Cheers Terry. I´ll inform you of course as to the outcome.

      gG

  • DeeCrepit
    June 17, 2008

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    Basement debasement

    The immensity of this crime left me wordless. Yes, it had been in the papers and on television, yet it joined the horror of "servile survival so vile" (masterly words)
    of the worst and far surpassed them. The incest detested, and the helplessness of victims, only of the daughter-mother, but her children unaware that any other existence existed, would the next generation have any idea there was more to life than this? Would they be equally used?

    Of course there was no mention of education. Any ability she would have to read or remember or dream of better, would have extiguished. In a void, no way to avoid what had become her futureless "now."

    This is an immensely powerful poem of despair.
    Someone had to say it, so the suffering won't have been entirely swept under the rug of distaste and disbelief.
    Horridly difficult to write, but essential.

    Bravo!

    language: 5, rhythm: 5, subject: 5, tone: 5, form: 5.


    • gnosisonG silver member
      June 20, 2008
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      Cheers Terry!

      The news of late is, despite the horrendous circumstances, positive to the effect that the eldest child has woken from her coma and the family reunion is going as well as anyone could´ve dared hope.
      This just reinforces the humbling awareness of Elisabeth´s amazing fortitude, bravery and motherly love.
      As always a delight to hear from you dear Terry. My writing pores are somewhat clogged with the detritus of mundanity´s inane incline right now, which I hope to rectify with portions of good-karma-building exercises where I might be of assistance to others in need.
      Your own indubitable generosity of spirit serves as a sentinal beacon in that respect, Terry.
      Warmest regards
      gG


  • ladydwarf
    May 21, 2008

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    I am so glad you explained this verse. was trying quite unsuccessfully to wrap my brain around it this am.....I like that you attempted to get inside her mind and describe the hell you feel with this story. The verse is crafted well......sometimes with horror we feel driven to explore our own feelings so that we can accept somehow that this has happend..."a Demon dug His pit

    filled it

    with broken bits of lust

    tortured toys self-disgust

    servile survival so vile

    sane no creature

    could remain"

    excellent verbage.....well done description of what has to ahve been one of the major horrors of our time..kudos!...


    • gnosisonG silver member
      May 22, 2008
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      Thanx Ladydwarf

      "sometimes with horror we feel driven to explore our own feelings so that we can accept somehow that this has happend"
      How very true! Well said.
      It takes the sting out of the questionable aspect of trying to enter a shade of a mindset that has experienced these things.
      Cheers for that.

      Regards

      gG


  • Sachiro k-Saruto
    May 14, 2008

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    i'm amazed!!!

    who knew that anyone could take such a disturbingly digusting topic and "own" it. i felt so much emotion of digust that i just wanted to punch my computer (my digust turned into rage). and just so that you know, for me, i think that anything can be a topic of poetry, there are no restrictions, no limits, nothing is stopping you from writting down exactly what you feel, see, hear or even think. poetry is your tool and you are the master, so let it flow!!!

    now, enough of that annoying crud i just said, on to the things that i most enjoyed about your poem....i love the way that it rhymed. to me, poems that rhyme are a big hit for me, and they inspire me to write. i also love the way that all of the stanzas got larger as the poem went on. i don't know if that was planned or not, but it looks great!! the voice and the emotion in this poem were both great and had a big impact on me. hate and disgust, and i think there may even have been a little bit of sorrow in there. but i don't know, i'm not a very good critic, i just tell you what i though of the poem.....and if i end up liking it too much, then you end up with one these really long, boring and annoying comments.

    thank you for the wonderful read, and i hope to read more of your work in the future....keep writinf, and remember, as i said before, nothing is off limits!!


    Sachiro K ^^

    language: 5, rhythm: 5, subject: 5, tone: 5, form: 5.


    • gnosisonG silver member
      May 14, 2008
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      Cheers Sachiro k-Saruto!

      Nothing annoying about your kind and generous comment. Glad you mentioned the stanza length. This was done in the final draft to achieve a sort of crescendo effect.
      Rage and disgust are two emotions a thoroughly healthy person would feel - thank you for sharing the feelings this write gave you. Much appreciated.

      Warm regards

      gG


  • Windhover gold member
    May 12, 2008

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    'Inverted Moth,' yes! 'Ghoul,' no.

    Hi gG. Nobody should feel anything but decidedly ill having read this, so God only knows what it felt like to write it. All good writing expresses something deep in us. That 'something' in this case, is deep disgust. I applaud your bravery in daring to look so closesly at this obscenity with (what? There really isn't a word for this - empathy? Human understanding? How do you attempt to express the feelings of either victim or perpetrator in a case like this? Yet we must LOOK. It has long been my considered opinion that people must understand that we are all cast from the same clay. We can, each and every one of us, become monsters. We cannot protect ourselves from .. ourselves by hiding from what is base , abominalble and disgusting in our species.)
    I love you description of yourself as 'an inverted moth'. But you are no ghoul.Your take on this brutal but honest, thorough but not prurient, sympathetic but not gushing. It is nobly motivated and, as always, skillfully written so that perhaps nobody I know could actually have done this job as well. I believe it should be published. I also believe 'Debasement Children' is a better title an would help achieve that. One of your very best, and that's saying something. >W<


    • gnosisonG silver member
      May 14, 2008
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      Cheers Windhover!

      Thanx for an uplifting comment (to the effect that I´m no ghoul, heheh, glad you liked the inverted moth idea).
      Debasement Children would be a more fitting title and I think I might alter it to that. Only thing is it might seem "off" to use a pun as the title. A bit like Concentrate Your Love? But then again - intent is 9 tenths of the law. Thanx again

      Warmest Springtime regards

      gG


  • MaMa-2-be-Cindy silver member
    May 12, 2008

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    WOW

    agree with Dave Ochs..Nothing should ever be off bounds within the world of poetry.

    We have our poeitc voice to not only share our love..our pain..but even our frustrations at such sickening things happening in our world..our opinion, in our own creative ways

    This is such a deep write..haunting yes..we've seen it all on the news here in Australia too and I was just like noo, that can't be true..and it was/is.

    This has great rhythm and rhyme and given the subject matter...was still very poetic feeling/reading

    Told the tale in such a draw the reader in way...Even though not the nicest topic lol, I atcully could have kept reading more cause you just wrote it so well


    Cindy

    language: 5, rhythm: 5, subject: 5, tone: 5, form: 5.


    • gnosisonG silver member
      May 13, 2008
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      Cheers Cindy

      I agree that for poetry to remain a relevant form of expression, it must encompass the whole gamut of human sensory experience - both love and horror. Thank you for your kind compliments.

      Warmest regards

      gG

  • dave ochs gold member
    May 11, 2008

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    hey gG

    nothing should be off-limits for a poetry even Fritz,who by the way says hes no monster because he could've killed them all.

    but here you give Elisabeth a voice and then some with a lot dignity to go with it. also what better metaphor than hell to frame this with.

    i enjoyed this more than some of your others simply because i was familiar with the story, and the references didnt go over my head. may Fritz burn in hell
    dave


    • gnosisonG silver member
      May 13, 2008
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      Echo Your Sentiments Dave!

      A friend of mine equated the horror as being in hell where each evening Satan descends to rape and abuse you.
      I´m gratified you think the voice of Elisabeth is dignified - that was an essential element to elevate an empathic understanding.
      Cheers

      gG

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