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The Duel
by Roger Crique (Age: 51)
copyright 06-20-2005


Age Rating: 13 to 127

 
You point your sword at me?
Have I not raised the hairs on your head?
The timber on your roof is the sweat of my brow!
And you dare raise your sword at me?

I should have cut your finger,
When you first pointed at me!
I should have muzzled you then,
When you first gnarled!

I rode my horse day and night,
To ease your hunger pains;
Because you cried aloud,
I heard your cries and provided!

Now you’re tall like the cedar!
Your frame, bigger than my frame!
Your sword, sharper than my sword!
Your eyesight, keener than my eyesight!

Your horse I raised for you; I taught you how to saddle!
Your road I've paved; teaching you the ropes to the world.
And now you unsheathe your blade and point it in my face?
You were my shadow; my blood, my son!

But a Maiden smiled upon you.
And you lost your senses!
Her mouth spewed wickedness against me.
And you believed her words.

I should not have begotten you!
For now I must duel with you.
I must use my sword against your sword.
A tear in heaven shall be shed.

For your blood and my blood will spill.
And the heavens will open to receive us.
I will die in the hands of my blood,
And my blood will for ever stain your wisdom!


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10-13-2005 Regina Pate    

I see it all happening again isn't it, why, over and over like a black and white picture show, I can see the scene and I wait for the credits, I wait, but no it just skips and then start over like it has a scratch in it huh? Why
06-21-2005 David Pekrul    

When a son is a child, the father is often his hero and can do no wrong. But when he is older, others take the father's place. (most often a woman). But he will come around again; a bond first made is hard to break.

Very well written poem, and a pleasure to read.
06-21-2005 Jean George    

I am overwhelmed and very impressed. The narrative of this poem moves so powerfully along...I can almost see the duel unfold before my eyes. Your words vibrate with the anger and disappointment of the father and the pride that will make him carry this out to the end....As I said, I am overwhelmed and impressed...Great!
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