So Many Thought Me Lucky?
She wasted not a motion
Elegance portrayed like perfected Haiku
Each step a collusion with joined commotion
Red Carpeted arrival most worthy to pursue
My desire craved more lines than three
More beats added to 17
An unwrapped mystery just mine to see
Intimate but less pristine
Therein Crux resides in Matter
Worship not Illusion shatter
An actor with a quiet mind
Thankful for this privileged
Role
Assignment that of concubine
Willing to eagerly sell my soul
Bobby O
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Bobby O (
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- Comment from author about the poem: And the line was long of those anxious to take my place. SMH
- Category: Reflection
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it is perfectly clear that she was something else .. perfect indeed 🎵🎵🎶🎵🎶🎶.. & now I understand precisely what you mean .. John Cleese indeed .. Neville
Deceit is a learned trait.. If only everyone wasn't so afraid to be themselves.
Seems like that 'luck' got you out of there 🥂
Dig! Appreciate the read.
Brilliant awareness my friend.
The poem then introduces the concept of "crux" and "illusion," suggesting that true understanding requires facing harsh truths, rather than simply worshiping a surface-level appearance. The narrator defines herself as an actor, acknowledging the role she plays in her own life, and expresses gratitude for this opportunity.
The poem concludes by comparing you to a concubine, someone who offers their loyalty and service in exchange for privilege and luxury. The narrator is willing to sell her soul, acknowledging the price she pays to maintain her position, but also implies that she does so willingly and without remorse.
Don’t trust that AI. I am the narrator and I facetiously referred to a concubine as it the last thing I’d agree to as “I” would NEVER SELL my soul. Basically the poem is this , some Prima Donna rich bitch wanted done guy to lick her shoes and I said fuck off. Quit that AI bullshot as it is very good creating content but really terrible at understanding the nuance of an already created poem.
GRADE FOR AI - F , cuz it missed every point.
GRADE FOR VIV.,-L for limping
Thx for explaining
And the piece is about a Diva that expected to be worshipped and my refusal to assume the role she tried to put me in. Those lines were a sarcastic view of what I’d never accede to
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A clever brilliant poem creatively expressed wow! Kudos!!
Plz plz also read and comment my newest poem too.
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