Learn More

Lawrence S. Pertillar

Bronze Star - 5,195 Points (February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

(Further Away) From The Year Two Thousand and Eight


As we move further away,
From the year two thousand and eight.
As is the custom to celebrate it.
There will be more who will come,
To appreciate the year...
They were shakened awake.
Realizing they were not forced,
To participate...
In satisfying a temporary greed,
Nibbled with a teasing eventually satiated.
And...
Many caught up in the feeding of this feast...
Wished they had more patience and waited!
To examine the crooks who gleefully stuffed them...
With a wonderful presentation of deceit on their plates!

'Hmmm...
Would you pass me more lies, please!
What do you mean 'which ones'?
The best ones,
Of course.
What do you mean...
You've 'run out' of 'those'?
They were delicious!
I demand an explanation.
Immediately! '

Submitted: Sunday, December 28, 2008

Do you like this poem?
1 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem ((Further Away) From The Year Two Thousand and Eight by Lawrence S. Pertillar )

Enter the verification code :

  • Rookie - 10 Points Ejaz Khan (5/16/2009 7:34:00 AM)

    A realistic poem, portraying what's in making. It's interesting to see if the present, shaky struckture would be able to sustain itself or crumble like a cardhouse just before our eyes. Good catch, greetings!

    Regard (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Roshni D'Souza (3/3/2009 7:06:00 PM)

    How true! This one needs to be posted on Wall Street. Could you please look at my poem 'the daily news' and tell me what you think. (Report) Reply

Read all 3 comments »

Trending Poets

Trending Poems

  1. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
  2. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  3. Invictus, William Ernest Henley
  4. I Am the Only Being Whose Doom, Emily Jane Brontë
  5. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  6. Christmas Carol, Sara Teasdale
  7. The Raven, Edgar Allan Poe
  8. Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
  9. 'Hope' is the thing with feathers, Emily Dickinson
  10. If, Rudyard Kipling

Poem of the Day

poet Emily Jane Brontë

I am the only being whose doom
No tongue would ask no eye would mourn
I never caused a thought of gloom
A smile of joy since I was born

In secret pleasure - secret tears
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]