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All That Watch
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All That Watch |
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LenMcC1 Member
since 1999-11-09
Posts 68 |
All That Watch A beautiful girl Walks in to town Dress patterned of flowers Hair draping down She smiles at A girl from Cincinnati They hold hands to the alley They make love against the wall Capturing the minds and fantasies of all that watch A drunken man Falls down the stairs Bleeding from his head He’s unaware Pieces of glass stuck to his hand He lays down there on the sand A crowd gathers round and some folk help Others laugh and forget what they saw He opens his eyes and sees all that watch So many streets And so many towns So many people So many sounds Why are there so many of everything But not enough of anything A magnificent cloud Floats overhead Forming different shapes In everyone’s eyes One of thousands of clouds In the sky Grown men with mustaches Stare so long The clouds put on a show for all that watch Schoolboy killer Who hasn’t killed yet Waiting for his life to be set Cries at the feet of his priest But Christ shows him no mercy Scared little child Too young to be mean Scared little child so small Scared little child who is never watched So many streets And so many towns So many people So many sounds Why are there so many of everything But not enough of anything |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
This is a really good poem about society. I like your repetition of Why are there so many of everything But not enough of anything This really lends itself to portraying society's tendancy to be so selfish. People nowadays don't like to share too much. Canada and the US probably consume enough goods to feed a third of the planet! Very good poem. |
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EWDrake Member
since 2000-07-30
Posts 183NC, USA |
Social voyeurism. We may see, may even watch carefully, and yet seek to remain uninvolved. From a very young age so many are desensitized to the point that the permanence of death is a nonreality never considered. Or else the genre of choice may glorify death and pain as idols, giving romance to a gothic dark generation still too young to know the depth of the way chosen as the light is choked out of too many sad lives. Your verse wanders very deep, my friend... Excellent job! With a long held breath given dark freedom, the single flame in sorrow's window flickers out. ~EWD~ |
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Deranger Member
since 2000-05-10
Posts 498Somewhere, between here and there |
Social voyeurism… What a horrid reality. Society is a sick place, but no sicker than the sum of its parts. You have illuminated our world is ways that words fail to properly express. This one goes to my library for sure. ---------------------- Spreading insanity, one post at a time |
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Ian Llewellyn ap-Griffith Member
since 2000-02-12
Posts 197Cincinnati, Oh, U.S.A. |
A very powerful piece of work to be sure! You've captured the distance exhibited by society very well. Excellent work. Sing while you may -The Prophet Q'spel Your pain is for you alone, As it is, As it was, As it will be forever, Amen -The Prophet Q'spel |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~Hey there,...glad to read you again. Right from the start I was hooked on this one. Huge observation. So well put. Take care now. *Peace. |
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