Ambiguous Lines of Discontent.A Poem by Ben Lingemann
We are all oblivious in our own attentive way.
A babylon of fanaticisms call, in a dark song you must pay. We are all content in our own entangled day. A bravado of neologisms appall, in a stark verity you have kept. I'm removed from society, in insouciant splendor, I wept. A creation of serendipitous intent, in a dream impending you have crept. © 2011 Ben LingemannAuthor's Note
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Added on March 8, 2011 Last Updated on March 8, 2011 Author
Ben LingemannJunction City, CAAboutSmall-town. Taken. Scrabble amateur. My poetry is started by my heart but then is beaten and abused by my brain, I generally think it shows. I write for myself, I always have and will continue regard.. more..Writing
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