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Owain Glyn
The Party
I sit; my eyes greedily scan the room.
I see gesticulation, animation.
Practiced predators search for prey,
Oiled by potions bought today
From stores that sell such dreams.
In the corner bathed in insecurity
Crouches failure,
Lacking guile, to fake the smile
That brings such rich reward.
For him, tonight, no body to entwine.
My nose takes in sweet perfumes
Experiments supply.
The sweetest smell cannot foretell,
What's truth and what is lie.
But covers fetid feelings, if only, for a while.
My ears sift conversations, exaggerations,
Often, pointless lies.
The absence of veracity,
No invite...No surprise.
These gatherings are home to fools, no places for the wise.
I touch the leather chair, on which I perch,
I search for signs, of innocence,
A futile quest.
All my senses scream for rest,
So, no more time will I invest.
I leave the room.
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BRAVO! ! A biting editorial of the plastic parties of plastic people. Mere shells pretending and pretentious. I am leaving the room with you and knew that you would have the good taste not to hang around a bunch of fools. Love this poem.. it brings out the snob bigot in my soul. LOL But I also feel pity for these party goers. There are people just under the surface of the masks they wear. Sad that they can't discard the masks and let their own beauty shine forth without the artificial aids of alcohol and material adornments.
Wonderful had me contemplating Roden's the thinker, which is how came across. The one who observes soaks and considers the deeper layers within. Consumerism in scent the ones who are always going to try too hard
In the corner bathed in insecurity
Crouches failure,
Lacking guile, to fake the smile
That brings such rich reward.
For him, tonight, no body to entwine.
Loved this section particularly lacking guile to fake smile. Bravo on he lonesome but real. I watch come dine with me and am hypnotised by the unusually high pitched greetings some competitors let out at the doors usually as I see it compensating for coating the conpetitors off the night before. I am now totally suspicious if I am greeted by a high screechy 'hello! '
I sound awful I know but it's just in my world :) Tubman for sharing a grand piece karen
Great piece.very interesting.
Great piece.very interesting.
Some people shine at parties - I usually dread them. I enjoyed the poem.
Time is most important. I like it. thanks.
I invite you to read my poems and comment.