Open Poetry #1 |
The Man in the Corner |
Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
When he was young, he wet his bed And ended up with busted head Although a child, he did not cry Instead he prayed, that he would die. One day he spoke, said I am hungry As he searched the empty pantry Instead of food, he got the belt Across the back, a bloody welt. When he was twelve, he ran away Out on the streets, no place to stay. In darkened alley, he did find Depths of evil, the human mind. The boy grew up, and lived his life Grew successful and took a wife No one would guess the life he led Back when a child, when wet his bed. That is but one, his faithful wife Who felt the wrath of his past life No way to know, no way to warn her That he had come, from out the corner. |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
I'm telling you, I've got chills from reading this poem. Yours, along with Poet deVine's, is an awesome combination. Darkly chilling. Good work! |
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Craig Member
since 1999-06-10
Posts 444 |
I cannot add to Balladeers words apart from saying well done your poem was well read. |
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JANNA Member
since 1999-06-18
Posts 51arlington, tx usa |
wow this reminded me of a story I once read of an abused boy. You portrayed the sadness so well, and the poem was beautifully written. |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Perfectly written! A portrayal so chilling, it made my flesh crawl! This is what poetry is meant to be Tim! |
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Nan
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since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Very well said - again - Your words ring very true, Tim... Thanks for posting with us... ------------------ Nan's Morsels netpoets.net/nan/index.html |
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elvira Senior Member
since 1999-07-06
Posts 936California |
i am a bit confused about the last stanza...he ended up abusing his wife? ------------------ one night at the airport...Childhood Memories...eight short weeks...your countenance...hoarse whispers...My One and Only...Tribute to M.J....Feel the need?...serving wench...the mistress...stolen hours...devotion...Master...apart |
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Delores Hall Member
since 1999-07-16
Posts 342USA |
This is so sad. I couldn't imagine living a life like that. Unfortunately in our society this is sometimes true. |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
Sometimes the line between good and evil and is not easily discernible... We all have our own corners and can only hope to avoid passing them on.... |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
Abuse: a most vicious cycle. You have done well to bring it to the light, for there it cannot live. Well written! [This message has been edited by Andrew Scott (edited 07-29-99).] |
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ac Member
since 1999-06-17
Posts 129Cayey, PR - USA |
A perfect complement to Poet deVine's work...a chilling look at the other side of the coin...well done... |
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