Poem -

~ THE DYING SEED ~

{the uniqueness of man}

~ THE DYING SEED ~

On shores of constants
In times of need
Crowd the huddled masses
Grows the dying seed...

Come young men of righteous anger, to battlements!!
Their fathers before them supplanted and torn
Having instilled their desire to burn the world
They release a primal scream, of poetic rhetoric

On shores of constants
In times of need
Crowd the huddled masses
Grows, the dying seed...

This world a grievous melting pot of greed and adulation
With corruption a constant in every hall of power
With money at the heart of nearly All contemplation
This world, as Atlantis, deserves to be submerged

On shores of constants
In times of need
Crowd, the huddled masses
Beware, the dying seed...

There shall come a moment, crucial to the very fabric of humanity
When technology threatens to remove the "God Gene' from man
One final touch of a button, one infinitesimal testimony
That once and for all defines, The Uniqueness Of Man

On shores of constants
In times of great need
Crowd, the huddled masses
Replant the world
With original seed....

Tony Taylor
* this piece continues to rewrite itself
  Sending prayers out to those affected by the Corona Virus

 

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Nine Eleven

An amazing poem Tony,  these times we have lived before, in past lives, us as our own ancestors survived the tide

We will continue to better ourselves, my eyes are wide open, my cape is on.

Love and light, always.

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Tony Taylor

WOW!! GERARD!!...... you truly GET where I'm coming from!!...... that's SO excellent...... sometimes I feel like no one gets my 'Avant Garde' stuff (for lack of better terminology) smiles.......I LOVE that you "Have your cape on"...... for it will be those with their eyes truly open who will stand upon the ladder, with their heads above water , who will recognize their available choices in the next time and place!!  Kinda makes you a 'space traveler' now doesn't it? (more smiles)...... anyway, thanx SO VERY much for the kind words of understanding brother......I am your cyber-friend and admirer!!.......T xo. :)

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Being Me

On shores of constants
In times of need
Crowd the huddled masses
Grows the dying seed...

I love the opening lines here. I love the way they repeat throught the poem giving it a lovely lyrical quality x

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Tony Taylor

Hey BEING!!...... you certainly touched upon the lines the add to the overall cadence.... and if you look carefully you'll see the VERY subtle changes in the wording of those stanzas that add greatly to the whole of the intent!!.....Thanx so much for pointing those out!!...... stay groovy girlfriend!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!........T xo. :)

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Greg Etsell

great poem Tony i hope you
will read my poem called
THE WORLD IS IN BLACK
 

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Tony Taylor

Thanx GREG!!... and of course I'll read it....... heading there momentarily!!....... Lots of Love to you and yours my friend!!...... smiles....T xo.  : )

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Tony Taylor

Thanx for the hearts JILL... gonna head to your page in a minute to see what you've been up to lately!!....... smiles......T xo.  : )

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Jill Tait

Stay safe both of u lovely ppl ❤️?

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