Open Poetry #48 |
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Our Great Conceit |
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rabittlover Junior Member
since 2012-04-07
Posts 46 |
It is our folly, and a great conceit that we decide who we meet. and who we take into our bed, and who will eventually willingly wed. Ah, but reader, fate is not so kind as to give who we have on mind. For we are just the smallest cog, but chance enters in a darkest fog, We have hidden deep withing our breasts mysteries kept from the conscience mind. And here they live as silent guests, praying on our royal behind. So we run to someone in a flash with whom our values do greatly clash. And we have not one red clue, as to what provides the glue. We are pulled into that sticky web where love dominates our silly head. And we are simply, uncontrollably lost, helpless no matter what the cost. Here we suffer at love's cruel hands and there is no escape. We struggle against the enveloping bands, but must except our fate. As the wise say, "The heart has reasons the mind knows not of." |
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Startime1955 Senior Member
since 2012-04-22
Posts 1072Alberta, Canada |
Magnificent and so very true...a delight to read and it left the mind to thinking...*HUGS* *may our dreams ever be magical* |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Stanza four is the reality when a decided fate is all that one can choose from. Enjoyed your thoughts. |
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