Was Ever Life as Meek as Mine


Was ever life as meek as mine?

Herded to persuasion.

Cowered by belligerent storms,

Abstaining provocation.

This world, this mire, these bitter pills,

This barming pot of cultural ills.

Violated minds, tilted wills,

And cleansing correlation.


I seek no fight in lieu of peace,

No assertive conversation.

Contemptuous preaching to the lay,

Or coercive meditation.

This world, this cage, this itching lair,

Of seedless glory, ripe despair.

Cast the peace, and leave me there,

In tranquil isolation.

  • Author: DuKord (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 23rd, 2017 06:45
  • Comment from author about the poem: I am tired and frustrated at the petty intolerances of this world. Live Long and Love!
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 15


  • Goldfinch60

    Beautiful write, tranquil isolation is a great place to be and can always be found within oneself.
    Welcome to MPS.

    • DuKord

      Thank you very much for the comment and welcome.

    • Thegirlwhowrites


      • DuKord

        Thanks 🙂

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