Open Poetry #41 |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan ![]() |
. Still as yet That pathetically arrogant Walk of triumph down the street All the gaudy colors And jewels of the world Could barely hide What is so obvious To the naked eye But being Civilized citizens that we are We’ll all cheer if not bow Though with a smile Hidden in our empirical beards As the lumbering goes on Among the ruins Parading the glories Of ancient Rome Or whatever nothing town She grew up in . |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
an intriguing metaphor, but you are great at that... In fact, if I am to be absolutely honest, my first thought was "W hore of Babylon"... but then, I do some odd twists and turns, so I could be completely off the mark. Enjoyed, nevertheless. ![]() |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
SB, Thank you I chose "Rome" because just about every populated state in the Union seems to have one. Thanks again John |
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WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
I like this one!!!!!!!!! |
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Juju Member Elite
since 2003-12-29
Posts 3429In your dreams |
I loved the poem!!!!! |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
. Thank you both Especially you Juju I guess it was worth writing John |
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PoppaLoco Member
since 2007-09-23
Posts 83EU, NL, Limburg |
It reminded me of the Titanic, actually! There was a scene where our baby-faced hero told a story about an old lady in his hometown, clad in her most magnificent jewelry every night, but unable to hide the first tears in her stockings as she waited for someone to worship her. Pretty, melancholic, familiar write. Pops |
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