Untitled VII

When the fog of privilege clears away...

Your lovers sang of poetry

But recited to you no lines

Their warbling words held no meaning

And no value had their rhymes

 

Your teachers defined genius

But had no knowledge to bestow

Their mispronounced words had no substance

And only made their ignorance tableau

 

Your friends talked of pleasure

 But had it at your expense

Their flattering words held no worth

And showed their lack of respect

Your parents gave you everything

Except discipline, love, and wit

But gifts to cease your tantrums

Spoilt you, though you can't admit

 

You told yourself it was they

Who had made you as you were

Twas all their fault and none of yours

But you are the cause of your dream defered. 

 

Author's Note

Not my best work, but i have the goal of writing 100 poems this summer. 99 more to go...

Reviews

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. and ... good luck ... with the 99 :) ...

[Elaenor Aisling]

Thank you :)

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. you're very welcome :) ...

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. this is the fourth poem by you that i'm reading ... i admire your language skills ... english is my second language ... when i read someone who has great proficiency in the english language, i am inspired ... so, thank you for that ...

. this is not really a review but just a comment on the thought expressed ... rather on what i was able to derive ... i can't relate to the specific details mentioned here because my life was very different ... but i completely agree with the concept of taking ownership ... at some point, we need to take responsibility for who we are / who we are evolving into ... i do believe that it's possible that a trait we have as an adult is attributable to some part of our childhood ... but i also believe that once we take a conscious step forward and sustain the progress we make ... there's no bad influence or genetic coding that cannot be reversed / altered ... so, yeah, brats can be non-brats ... they cannot blame everyone and everything interminably for all their woes ...

[R J Askew]

I esp like the last two verses. And forget the aim of 100. Just aim for one corker, one poem you will look back on ant think THAT! was THE one, my poem of poems, my summer of 2012 poem. The ONE!

[Lydia]

The last two lines are my favorite!

[Wondering Mind]

Great first stanza in this one...
This reminds me of so many "brats"..and may be myself!!