Bobby O

      a trilogy

Your destiny twisting, Diluted existing,
Spiritually  drifting, Resisting denial 
You acknowledge 
It’s their trial , THEY, 
Now perpetrators Disowned , Alone, 
Always shallow stepping Life’s miles
          You Shed Them. 

Adorned in Hats,
Adoring Her Tats on Those Silky Gats Should Matter Not,
Cuz Sustenance Seeps Thru
Her Duchess Smile.
         It Is Priveledge!

Triangles that I see 
Prism view is my reality 
It unravels past Complexity
The people I have 
Next to me
Are all the reason 
           I need to be
Bobby O


  • Author: Bobby O (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 8th, 2023 00:05
  • Comment from author about the poem: Filter your life
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 8
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  • Parisab

    This trilogy is very special with rich and implicit meaning.

    • Bobby O

      From you that means a lot. I took a chance and went from general to specific example to personal. Was worried that mixing it like that was like changing tenses or possessives. But WTF!

    • peto

      Put together beautifully
      This latest installment is magic
      It's very much like a rap
      Not positive but believe rap is for
      Rhythmic American poetry
      Exactly what we have here
      Great read

      • Bobby O

        I do some battles sometimes. Thinking slower these days though. SoI write them cuz I need the time.

      • hzugman

        Nice poem Bobby. I particularly like your innovative format presentation. I'm 83 so you probably think faster than I ...... do.

        • Bobby O

          You could be President.

          • hzugman

            The American dream nowadays is to have your child grow up to not be president. LOL.

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          • Introverted Sage

            Some words or maybe the combination of words seem to strike a chord in one where another just sees.. some words.
            The depth, steps and culmination of this bring to mind memories buried deep.
            Where does that prismatic view come from.. and how can we make it more constant?
            My guess.. Eliminate, Accumulate, Celebrate?

            • Bobby O

              The prism reminds me yo think of color and nuance and to pay heed to varied angles. Loved your comments. Clever

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