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Here We Be - Jonathan Meer - 08-15-2005 A little spiritual poem I wrote while imprisoned in a Hyatt hotel. Personally, I think this is some of my best work as a poet ever. I'm considering entering it in a Christian competition through my church that, if I make it to regionals (which I did for piano last year), I could get a $1000 scholarship. Therefore, I want your harshest, most brutal critiques of every jot and tittle. Don't hold anything back. ------------------------------- Here We Be Here we be, trapped in a setting Atlantis, Of metal, wood, fire, and sand. No stone left untrod. God? Here we be, shaken in a sinful, weighted tumbler. Struck by Hate?s embittered hand. Broken at his nod. God? Here we be, ravaged by our own bright blindness, Cursed by our deafening band. By self-made sod. God? Here we be, freed from life?s fatal roulette, Saved by his Compassion-Hand, Mended at his nod. God. Here We Be - Hellfighter 17 - 08-15-2005 I don't like the use of "untrod", "sinful", and "Compassion-hand". They just don't flow for me. Otherwise, I likey. |