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Cretan Maineiac

Rookie - 2 Points (April 29,1961 / Lewiston, ME USA)

Crisis


Crisis nags like a baying hound
at those who wear it as a crown

who drink its sorrow long and deep
and spit up wisdom on the cheap

forming mountains from every spill
girded by misery broker's pills

the very presence of such pills
behooves adherence to such ills

and tax incentives for reported abuse
afford the weak a pat excuse,

as holding fast the victim role
enforces pleas to salt the dole.

The anatomy of crisis forms
from birth 'till feed for hungry worms

we watch, listen, recite, 'oh, well...'
descend by bounds through Dante's hell

while some persist to keep it 'round
peddling Souls for a day's renown.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Edited: Thursday, February 10, 2011

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  • Rookie WILFRED JOHN (10/30/2007 3:58:00 AM)

    Dear Cretan Maineiac,
    your poems are well-written and very good
    love
    wilfred john (Report) Reply

  • Rookie WILFRED JOHN (10/30/2007 3:58:00 AM)

    Dear Cretan Maineiac,
    your poems are well-written and very good
    love
    wilfred john (Report) Reply

  • Rookie ... Lynch (9/30/2007 2:02:00 PM)

    Great, highly interesting poem. Love the use of words. -Kylie M. Lynch (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Alison Cassidy (7/28/2007 9:25:00 PM)

    A clever serve at those drama queens and key hole peepers who keep newspaper proprietors in work and celebrities in the public eye. Your last couplet takes the poem to another level altogether. Excellent piece. Effortlessly worded. love, Allie xxxx (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Scarlett Treat (7/10/2007 12:04:00 PM)

    And, as I have often noticed, those who move from crisis to crisis - live by that old adage, MISERY LOVES COMPANY, as well. Not only do they love a good crisis,
    but we have to hear about it, over...and over! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Dee Daffodil (6/1/2007 11:44:00 AM)

    You have a wonderful way with words...they flow so smoothly, almost effortlessly... Nicely done!
    Hugs,
    dee (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Michael Fischer (4/6/2007 4:23:00 PM)

    Good poem! I liked the ending the most. It made the poem memorable. Short and sweet and very effective! You earned a ten on this one!
    -Michael (Report) Reply

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