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The Ode of Human Life

Member since 2003 · Posted 14 Nov 2003 · 8 comments

The young plow the day with thoughts on heads of a coin Imagine glamour of Hollywood poles on which birds do sing Shrug the present plight for the flicker of fluorescent tubes groin Waste away to the grease brothel of fast foods offensive wings The day steps aside and darkness to the present dares arrive For in frolic reverie he hath in waking slept the day till present come Wasted away in fancy to ever away hoping to break into glamour suns Still hoping, few glance through the last few pages of once bygone life A grim heart given to his young days without direction to drive Scratch the furrows, tickle the wrinkles then switches off the light

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8 comments

[n/a] ShaNoN+960317485 14-Nov-03/6:41 AM Reply

Your simple hopes of glamour & fame may never come true:o)

[8] richa 14-Nov-03/7:39 AM Reply

I like the way you get this poem to flow out of such long lines.

The only pick is that it is a little too eclectic in the images it throws in rather than building up a central metaphor.

[n/a] ShaNoN+960317485 › richa 14-Nov-03/10:44 PM Reply

what can i say, i must be one of them in the poem 2:o)

[0] Shardik 15-Nov-03/12:15 AM Reply

Let me guess, you must be the old man's whore, and you, I assume, think your poetry should be on the best list too. You two are hopeless, really.

[n/a] ShaNoN+960317485 › Shardik 16-Nov-03/5:46 AM Reply

Take the blue pill and i will tell you 2 :o)

[n/a] ShaNoN+960317485 › ShaNoN+960317485 16-Nov-03/5:48 AM Reply

Better yet i'll show you:o)

[10] deleted user 16-Nov-03/8:45 PM Reply

Remids me of the future. :)

[7] crooked_smile 7-Mar-05/3:44 PM Reply

interesting - 7 -
-lia