Veteran Poet - 1,419 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

Just Trying To Be Nice... - Poem by GRANT FRASER

It's nice to see
we're all entrapped,

I like that,
very much!

by money
& diamonds,

chained to engines
and dreams,

and always
waiting or hoping
for something partly
meaty or obscene to
awake us,

suffering from
eternal boredom

it's funny that
a game like Monoplay
became oh! so! real!

and yet I feel
I have to keep
feeling for the
feelings to be there,

if not - your are dead,

I trap you in a corner,
just a little one,

so tiny is it
that I dive
into the big
grave inside me,

oh! burials,

speak to me,
I can touch or
break out of you,

any moment!

we are frozen
on the end of
a finger tip,

broken beside
the unsaid word,

and the herd heard
all along,

I suppose nostalgia,
requires a modification
of sorts,

like just opening up
without a fear of being
harmed or hurt,

yes this is a place
where people get
stabbed or stamped on,

even worse...

where a world you thought
you knew so well,

turns away...

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Comments about Just Trying To Be Nice... by GRANT FRASER

  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/26/2014 12:12:00 PM)

    We are frozen on the end of a fingertip. Love that line! Although it's just one of many that make this an outstanding poem! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 22, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 22, 2014

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