lol
(these desperate fools n their opinionated idiocy
keyboard warriors, puking hate
just to be afforded
a shard of recognition
by attempting to incite wroth
doing it all, while claiming
that gang warfare righteous fallacy
in their judgementally warped religious zealotry)
lol
ignore the noise, dear poet
this is wonderfully succinct and incisive
Poetry
cuts straight through, to that plague
of weary we accumulate
'to be or not to be'
Shakespeare understood, so empathetically
is it for nothing, we so strived
in our youth
is our reward this hollow, silence
we've had to embrace
to save, what's left of our sanity...
in each next step we take
or blank canvas, we tattoo
we dare to ask, boldly!
and on...
we fight our great fight, daily
smiling, at that mocking twilight
defiantly
Not in the least L.B. Thanks kindly. We have not been properly introduced so it doesn't really count and they have not gone over my other posts so have no context other than this singular experience.
The heavens declare the glory of the Almighty and we are all part of that creation, some having worse days than others. All will be well.
As for Shakespeare, well, then we are in good company regarding such queries. Here's to smiling at today's mocking twilight!
I somehow get the feeling that you've had a peak at my latest MRI. I thought it was there, but nothing showed up. Thank you my friend, I don't feel so alone.
this is so much like something I have incorporated into the manuscript of my next book 'A Handful of Ghosts' .. but far too far removed for you to ever try to do me for plagiarism .. Neville
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I read this twice but cannot see the purpose.It's certainly not poetry
lol
(these desperate fools n their opinionated idiocy
keyboard warriors, puking hate
just to be afforded
a shard of recognition
by attempting to incite wroth
doing it all, while claiming
that gang warfare righteous fallacy
in their judgementally warped religious zealotry)
lol
ignore the noise, dear poet
this is wonderfully succinct and incisive
Poetry
cuts straight through, to that plague
of weary we accumulate
'to be or not to be'
Shakespeare understood, so empathetically
is it for nothing, we so strived
in our youth
is our reward this hollow, silence
we've had to embrace
to save, what's left of our sanity...
in each next step we take
or blank canvas, we tattoo
we dare to ask, boldly!
and on...
we fight our great fight, daily
smiling, at that mocking twilight
defiantly
Not in the least L.B. Thanks kindly. We have not been properly introduced so it doesn't really count and they have not gone over my other posts so have no context other than this singular experience.
The heavens declare the glory of the Almighty and we are all part of that creation, some having worse days than others. All will be well.
As for Shakespeare, well, then we are in good company regarding such queries. Here's to smiling at today's mocking twilight!
Feels just like me on odd days.....
Was going to comment 'Oh my. Never a dull moment for you, it seems.' but decided to forbear....
Lol... never dull indeed! Your forbearance is well regarded but hardly called for DD. It's been an odd several days. Thanks mate.
Glad you feel that way.
Ahh, so you have just 3 brain cells too - as I have! lol.
In life it's all we ever really need!
I somehow get the feeling that you've had a peak at my latest MRI. I thought it was there, but nothing showed up. Thank you my friend, I don't feel so alone.
Most welcome friend. Thanks a bunch.
this is so much like something I have incorporated into the manuscript of my next book 'A Handful of Ghosts' .. but far too far removed for you to ever try to do me for plagiarism .. Neville
Nah, you're alright N... there are only so many words and thoughts in the language. Cheers.
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