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Confusion in the lives we lead and our inability to cope with it.

Confusion in the lives we lead and our inability to cope with it.

A Poem by BlueEyedBandit
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Something I'm not even sure I agree with.

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Walking with the kings and saints,

In a wonderful world full of wicker gates.

No gold to envy or silver to steal

Nothing to take us away from what's real.

 

Equality within cups of tea,

Curved up smiles with dignity.

A handshake or two from the men of the men.

They're watching you as you're watching them.

 

Delicious conversation is met,

You lips, unforgivingly wet.

You overwhelmed by the feeling of bliss,

You're overjoyed as life gave you a kiss.

 

Fairness is undoubtedly there,

With beautiful liberty where,

The dreaded cages once stood,

Like only dreaded cages could.

 

Men side by side clad only in robes,

Men without trophies and with out pierced lobes.

No difference among men now starts to lose interest.

As it's no fun to have no winning or contest.

 

Is there a medium that can be reached?

Or are we to stand here and blindly preach,

Each side of the story that seems so broad.

Maybe we ought to just continue being odd.

 

Let's polish our silver, and keep our gates closed,

Let's not let them in, and show them our boasts.

We have variety and simplistic wants.

Let’s leave ourselves guessing, at what life taught.

 

© 2010 BlueEyedBandit


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Wow, what an engaging title.
Thought provoking write you create here and the rhyme scheme and order you create with quatrains make for a fluid read. Well done.

Makosica


Posted 14 Years Ago


I loved that, it captured the "grass is greener" mentality of society very well. Great stuff

Posted 14 Years Ago


well crafted rhyme scheme~ flows beautifully~ variety is indeed the spice of life~!
much enjoyed the read~ =)~

Posted 14 Years Ago


Hmm, very good. The words flow well, and some good choices for those words.
I wasn't sure where this was going initially, but now I think I understand it, and I honestly would agree with it, myself. If somehow humanity was ever able to reach that "idyllic" level, it wouldn't be long before it would become so bored that it would drag itself back to a place of strife. Sad, but I think that's just the way we are.
Well done.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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