I was born with the birth of he who kills his father and marries his mother.
I let him survive on the mountain side- to be rescued as I had already decided.
I allowed him become popular and dashing, to kill the sphinx and become king.
But I have the power to take that away, and I will OH yes.
I will ruin him and make him go blind
I will in the end be triumphant and he will travel the rest of his days shunned.
I am controlling, I let him live, survive, and make him become prominent. Isn’t it only fair that I ruin him? IT IS HIS TIME
Love Medicine
Detail of beadwork from an Ojibwe medicine pouch
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I really like that you wrote this from the POV of Fate. Nice.
this is brillant...quite wonderful Doug!
good job great POV and stanza construction
yea doug i didnt know you had a poetic side to you but i am quite impressed. but good job and i also liked the way you intertwined fate with the pov
wow doug good poem. could not see you being a poet. the point of view is really intersting and makes you wonder.
this is a cute little poem you wrote doug, i never knew you had a poetic side to you...it's cool. we can read poetry with each other on the weekends now
nice job doug, you could move up north and write poetry!
alright edgar allan poe. pretty strong poem there cowboy
Oh Douglas, this was really creative. This really shows what you can do when you apply yourelf. If you had more confidence more master pieces would flow.
Doug - don't let the haters get you down. They're jealous b/c I didn't put their poems on the blog. Ethan - what's with that that "move up north" slam? Watch the Yankee talk.
yes ethan watch it buddy
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