Treasure Island

Joseph James Breunig 3rd

(Bangor, Maine (USA))

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Today’s great undead poets,
awash in the Internet sea,
seek to fill the void of sensible emptiness
of our cyberspace world.
Following the heroic tradition of Man,
these daring individuals look to gain acceptance
through the expression of concepts.
Mirroring the virility and vitality of Life,
in defiance of critical naysayers,
the blankness of virtual paper
is scribbled upon with hurt, hope and ideals.
Writing styles and topics,
whether expressed in romanticized language
or the coarseness of profanity,
are brilliantly reflected in individualized glory
and authors bask in the personal satisfaction of achievement.
In the ever continuing flow of poetic thought,
today’s great undead poets
find treasures in the discovery of self.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Edited: Tuesday, August 17, 2010

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  • Diane Violet (11/8/2006 11:14:00 PM)

    This is a true depiction of us cyberspace poets, very nicely done. All the best, Diane (Report) Reply

  • joey oo (10/16/2006 4:12:00 PM)

    Thank you for sending me in your direction - this is truly beautifully scribed and I feel honoured that you took the time to read my humble offering... I particularly liked the title and the way you have woven it into the poem - great work... take care. Joey (Report) Reply

  • ***** ********* (8/22/2006 10:31:00 AM)

    Great poem, but that ain't me then, cus I am still looking for myself! lol A brilliant read, thanks for referring me to it Joseph, splendid work which gives me the grace to carry on despite the hecklers and the green with envy! rofl

    Someone nice told me I have so much trouble with men because of my success! lol Which is ironic as I have not made any money, I could not consider this as success, until now. I said to my son today, 'it must be inconvenient having a poet as a mum? 'and he said 'yes! you don't make any money', and I said, 'Well I will, but not lots until after I'm dead' and he said, 'Well don't be a poet then! ' and I said, 'Got no choice son, it is just the way it is! ' And it is. I love being a poet even an illiterate average poor one! lol Gorgeous arse though! Tai (Report) Reply

  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (7/22/2006 7:44:00 PM)

    Fine Work here...Impeccable structure and content quality...How true these statements you marshall into your work.Solid craftsmanship indeed, Joe.
    ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK/FJR (Report) Reply

  • Gershon Hepner (7/21/2006 12:02:00 PM)

    Terrific poem, Joe. Nicely phrased, indeed. However, I think few of us, whether great or not great, find much solace from the small rafts like PH which purportedly prevent us from drowning in the Internet Sea in which we are, as you say, awash. (Report) Reply

  • Nalini Hebbar (7/19/2006 10:17:00 PM)

    find treasures in the discovery of self...thats so very true...everyday...every poem...thanks for the wonderful poem...lets all grow together...make the world a better place...ten in full...love...nalini (Report) Reply

  • Sandra Fowler (7/19/2006 5:33:00 PM)

    A very beautiful tribute. True poets give themselves away in words and words are forever.

    Regards,

    Sandra (Report) Reply

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