I thought I’d write a bad poem, one for the ages, signifying nothing.
Pavement suffocates the living earth just as bad poetry fills volumes.
Still, oblivious to the land’s rape, the masses enjoy sentimental blathering,
And all is well since professional wrestling rules even sports columns.
It matters little that only a select few appreciate the immortality of verse,
Or that God's world festers in the aftermath of inhumanity's touch.
Bread and circuses even now in this age soothe ignorance's curse.
To hope men feel soft earth, the wind, and grass is to expect too much.
WILLIAM...VERY WELL CRAFTED WORK HERE...BLENDING THE ORDNARIES W/ THE ABSTRACT...KEEN IMAGERY...GOOD PEN, , , '''''''''''''''FRANK
My old friend Menke Katz used to say that the gold is in the sunset, but so few ever know or understand this. Praise for your world class poem. Kindest regards, Sandra
Bad and this? Hardly..... It has such intricate meanign woven into the 8 lines. Brilliant! Preets PS - thanks for your comments on my poems :)
If we all opened our eyes to what is around us, It would be a different world.
a true reflective verse for all poetic venture, I enjoyed reading it.
Not really so bad as it has touched every poets deep core...around the world! Cheers! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent William! Men never touch the soft Earth, wind and grass and everybody wants to fly it seems?