Open Poetry #19 |
Don Quixote In the Alleyway |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
I sat on my back porch awaiting some snow, Something white and cold for the wind to blow, I watched him come strolling to my back gate, Barging through for invite he did not wait. A bible as a shield and pen for sword Came petitioning about things unheard, Windmill dragons of imagined evil, Tired rhetoric was all he did spill; Wanting me to add to the list of names, What good it would do he could not explain. I sent him on his way to the next place, With his ghostly list of unreal allies, Another warrior striving for grace, Taking names while the victims he’d help cry. Gloom |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
I hardly ever read you right, Professor, but I put a "No Soliciting" sign up and now I have my solitude. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Morning Gloom... nicely told story here... and the images painted hep the reader picture in their mind the scene... I enjoyed! |
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