Learn More

Alan Bruce Thompson


One Angel Per Pinhead


The wings are delicately balanced,
As I have learnt the art of only one foot on the pinhead.
They are all looking at me as I hover, aren't they?
No doubt admiring my greatness as I sweep the wind of the world.

Vatican scholars have long pondered how many we are,
Well the answer is, only one. There can be, only one.
Because I am alone in my uniqueness, alone because of my uniqueness,
Alone because I can no longer tolerate those who don’t bask in my holiness.
There are those whom I want to be there, but who don't envy this life on my pinhead.
How dare they!

I can't imagine that there are those fools
who actually don't need this feeling of uniqueness.
Don't want this greatness, hate the pedestal,
prefer a quiet life, don't need the adrenalin.

I have been trying to force those fools to want to be part of my greatness.
Persuasion did not work. Damn it, there are some who still refuse.
These ones will be cursed. I will curse them. I will hunt them down.
I will speak against them in sacred places, in fact I will speak against them everywhere,
out of context. It is my right!
I will condemn them in public, because they don't need what I demand they should want.

Usually aspirers are content with a library named after them,
but such aspirations are trivial compared with my worth.
Some become knighted, others sanctified, but only I know what they cannot know,
there can be only one angel per pinhead.

Submitted: Monday, September 09, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 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 (One Angel Per Pinhead by Alan Bruce Thompson )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Trending Poets

Trending Poems

  1. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  2. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  3. O Captain! My Captain!, Walt Whitman
  4. I Am the Only Being Whose Doom, Emily Jane Brontë
  5. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  6. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou
  7. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
  8. Invictus, William Ernest Henley
  9. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  10. The Tiger, William Blake

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 »

   

New Poems

  1. The Miraculous Escape of Robert Allan, t.., Max Plowman
  2. The Battle of Sheriffmuir, Max Plowman
  3. General Gordon, the Hero of Khartoum, Max Plowman
  4. Limerick-73, DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK
  5. MOTHER, KASINIVENTHAN MUTHURAMALINGAM
  6. The Monkey, Asit Kumar Sanyal
  7. Krampus, Ima Ryma
  8. For My Love, Sandra Feldman
  9. I love To Run, Patrick Sant
  10. My Exploding Stomach, RUBAB ATWAL
[Hata Bildir]