I write romantically, in rhyme.
Not all the time.
Sometimes my pent-up passion cools
for female fools.
Then I begin to long for more,
when women bore.
I seek the sacred, sweet sublime.
That’s not a crime!
Not slighting goddess or the muse.
(They can amuse.)
But deep inside my love-sick soul
they leave a hole.
This mad misogynistic mood
can seem quite rude,
but poet’s life is oh, so short,
the Buddha taught.
Like line, on water, someone drew,
we're passing through.
So very soon we’ll disappear.
We're such small beer!
It’s time, I think, we did outgrow
these girls who glow.
Since we are simply streaming stars,
light beams through bars.
We’ll sleep like shells washed up on shore,
forevermore!
So, search and seek the sweet sublime.
Don’t waste your time!
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 3rd, 2022 02:37
- Comment from author about the poem: for peace
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
You are just getting old, mate -nothing more.
Deffo. Sometimes, I just feel that there's got to be something more.
'We're such small beer!'
what a poignant image and write, dear Poet..
(oft, we entrust
and our trustee's
end-up, making fools of us
so we go searching for more
and we feel hollow, till
we realise, eventually
what is, Is
what will be, will
all we can do
is be the best, We
can, Be
and let loose, our grip
on certainty
and cherish, our now
of respite
that much more, fervently...)
For sure! Such a sweet melody of words and a call for self-evolution! Well done! I also didn't know you can put gifs into the poem! Very nice and it fits the vibe! 💖
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