What a Disappointing Vision Reality Becomes
Barroom Hero
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What a disappointing vision reality becomes
when romance confronts its objective wall?
The spectacle of something better overcomes
the expectations of life's slow crawl.
Dreaming of more receives the frown
of one whose pride knows no bound.
For me it's better to receive the crown
of free joy than plots of ground.
Resentment in return for a righteous life?
What meaning comes in the form of strife!
when romance confronts its objective wall?
The spectacle of something better overcomes
the expectations of life's slow crawl.
Dreaming of more receives the frown
of one whose pride knows no bound.
For me it's better to receive the crown
of free joy than plots of ground.
Resentment in return for a righteous life?
What meaning comes in the form of strife!
Liberal Douchebags that Blame Bush for Everything are Useless Pieces of Trash. I Shit on You.
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sad
I guess so.
Sometimes, within sadness, there's also understanding that couldn't be gained through any other feeling.
we can come to understand
and forgive
but stop dreaming?
ouch
how do we move on to new dreams?
"when a disappointing vision becomes reality"
hm.
never was much for the alter-sonnet but you do well.
Screech of tyres, wail of siren, eeek of brake, slam of car door, patter of steelcaps on concrete, knock on Hut door, opening of Hut door, speech by poetry police Detective Chief Superintendent O' Carrott of Finsbury Park Station:
"Carrott here. Defender of the Word. Setaside Two: I hereby arrest you on the charge of confusing a ten line poem of varying metre (line one alone comprising four trochees and three iambs, rather than the standard five iambs) with any kind of sonnet, "alter-" or otherwise. This poem is so 'alter-' it's a 'non', in the sonnets stakes, Sir. Now, I'll ask you to come along with me quietly ... to the pub, where lots of good beer will be consumed over talk of good natured rivalry between poets that served gently to pressure them into producing their finest works...all the way through the centuries."
By the way. Another good poem, Barroom. The poetry forum may become a veritable cultural Hibernocracy yet!
and you never could take a joke. too easily baited, sir. More than ME even.
Note to seta: "The Iliad" was written in dactyllic hexameter. Pretty old rules being applied tharrrrr...
my quintenssential raised eyebrown in your general direction...
sire
genetically speaking...
without question.
you have apparently never seen the transformers.
however an altar/cat is a 50's preacher.
ha-ha
note to self. not funny.
I do appreciate the education I'm receiving from my own poetry, though. It only helps.
I AM just a hippy, ya know.