Gf: Yuliya: Sonnet: The Cynic (At 21) Poem by Brian Johnston

Aloha Brian... When I turned 21... this time round... some light centuries ago... there were naught! a thought! a darkness glared... then the opthamologist ground me out some lens thingy'... and I went blind! this surely was a fine Alpha moment... thanks for continuing on and in good forms... at the Forum Maybe? All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two (read me)

yes, I DID remember to put in MyPomeList AND to give it a thumbs up. up yours, BJ! :)

NO WAY! vapid, twice in one night and both on PH! ! i do believe i just read a five-line poem (new) by valsa george tonight in which she used vapid. probably the last time, before tonight, that i'd encountered vapid was years and years ago, and i still have to look up the definition. vap·id ˈvapəd/ adjective adjective: vapid offering nothing that is stimulating or challenging. tuneful but vapid musical comedies synonyms: insipid, uninspired, colorless, uninteresting, feeble, flat, dull, boring, tedious, tired, unexciting, uninspiring, unimaginative, uninvolving, lifeless, tame, vacuous, bland, trite, jejune a tuneful but vapid musical comedy antonyms: lively, colorful Origin mid 17th century (used originally in description of drinks as ‘lacking in flavor’) : from Latin vapidus. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - i've heard of bulls in china shops, but NEVER have i heard, until now, of babies loose inside a candy store! maybe they are Baby Ruths and Sugar Babies? ? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - one of your better poems, though i may not completely understand it and i would NEVER write it; i don't have the necessary vocabulary! platitudes? sounds like something you would be spouting about Mountain View. And now, my friend, I've come at last to see That love belongs to only those so weak That thread restrains them, never to be free, Mere fools who have but platitudes to speak. i actually enjoyed that stanza! now i understand better why love never belonged to me. i ate my Wheaties as a kid. ok! some Cheerios also. Wheat Chex were also nice, especially with brown sugar and milk. i'd finish the sugary brown 'milk' at the bottom of the bowl after finishing the last 'chex'. no threads could hold me! ! ! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ahah! another young woman whose virtue was stolen by an Oklahoma Lothario! : NO, wait! SHE stole YOUR virtue, didn't she; YOU are the speaker, correct? Yet, though I have no virtue left to steal, I look at you and hope that love is real. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - i hate to say it, but GREAT RHYMING and i found NO typos! none. (shall i look again?) and nice, correctly constructed sentences, WITH punctuation! marvelous. to MyPoemList it must go. and, since it is YOU, i'll even give a thumbs up (so you won't complain later) . thanks, pal, for sharing. i may take a look at more of Yuliya another day. bri :)

Brian, I enjoyed the poem....a true cynic could never have written the last stanza! Cheers!