Blind poet

sorenbarrett

In your blindness you can see

the world's veracity in transparency

You speak beauty through your poetry

of wars gory and bloody, of glory and loyalty

visions of all the god's disparity and vanity

Sightless eyes of empathy reveal life's inequity

with ears that hear hypocrisy in total clarity

all the glee and agony of society

its charity, tranquility and brutality

a gentle breeze of mercy then the storm's calamity

Things that are and aren't but shouldn't and should be

love, peace, harmony, savagery and misery

of death and immortality

despair, pain and prosperity

venality and abject poverty

sensuality, immorality, depravity

honesty, mendacity, insincerity

insanity, inhumanity, reality

Now rest o poet buried in lyrical totality

 

 

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 27th, 2023 04:47
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15, L. B. Mek
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  • Teddy.15

    Poetry at it's finest verse dear Sorenbarret utter beauty and a vision of something we are all blinded by. Kudos sir.

    • sorenbarrett

      Most humbling Teddy thank you for your gracious comments. They are appreciated.

    • orchidee

      That's a lot of 'itys'! lol.
      Heehee how about fiendish difficult to rhyme words, like courage, orange, even God? I fit Him in, but rarely at the end of lines of poetry!
      And who is Kudos? I'm talking rubbish now!

      • sorenbarrett

        Thanks Orchi, every once in a while the brain goes on vacation. When it does I empty its waste can and retrieve the garbage. Out come all the easy rhyme words which are pasted together to make do until the brain returns. Yea I did try the hard words once, it didn't work out so well I put them in my own rubbish can where the brain can't find them.

      • Pop64

        The travesty is that the poem ended. Subject matter to the poet is many times irrelevant as a poem can take form from a single word, as it then births the subject. But, in retrospect, this write makes perfect sense. Well done!

        • sorenbarrett

          Thank you so much Michael I appreciate the read and most generous words. Yes poems become living things that multiply from a single cell or at times are created deliberately with an architect, engineer, and contractor. This one was the former. Thanks again

        • Doggerel Dave

          You like the challenges (done in different schemes before) None the worse for that, Soren.

          • sorenbarrett

            Thanks Dave appreciate the read.

          • Bobby O

            I love that last line. It adds a power and calls out the necessity that a humble poet impacts with hallowed status.

            • sorenbarrett

              Thanks Bobby I appreciate the read and kind comment.

            • L. B. Mek

              Oh this flow, so effortless
              Yet punctuated by raw energy
              I bet this was a one session write
              !Brilliant!
              Insightful, vulnerable
              commentary
              executed
              with practised skill!
              i Love this!
              Thank you! dear Poet

              • sorenbarrett

                So right oh wise one it was a one session write with only a couple of minor modifications latter. When one goes on a rant it has to be a single session, otherwise it evaporates. Once again I thank you for your encouragement.



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