It
(Following a poem by Peter Kocan)
We used to talk about It quite a lot:
Men often do, gathered round a bar,
It's always been a fascinating topic,
That's provided entertainment from afar.
We wondered what It would be like to meet,
Sometimes regretting, somewhere deep inside
That we were born too late, too far away.
We wouldn't meet It, even if we tried.
It is distinguished after all, and choosey lately
About who It will honour with a meeting.
It wasn't always so. Our fathers, now,
Obtained no great distinction from Its greeting.
I thought of throwing out my books about It,
Thinking Its influence was on the wane.
Then my son called me to the television,
And we saw It had become a star again.
We thought that we might meet It years ago,
But the formalites were not completed.
The footman took our cards and then
Prior to the introductions, It retreated.
But after sabbatical It has, perhaps, returned
Even if not in the expected way.
And at our bars and dinner parties It
now tends to dominate the things we say.
It may be waiting in the street outside,
We wonder if It's going to pay a call,
Feeling perverse relief, and an odd pride -
Are we really going to meet It after all?
(Following a poem by Peter Kocan)
We used to talk about It quite a lot:
Men often do, gathered round a bar,
It's always been a fascinating topic,
That's provided entertainment from afar.
We wondered what It would be like to meet,
Sometimes regretting, somewhere deep inside
That we were born too late, too far away.
We wouldn't meet It, even if we tried.
It is distinguished after all, and choosey lately
About who It will honour with a meeting.
It wasn't always so. Our fathers, now,
Obtained no great distinction from Its greeting.
I thought of throwing out my books about It,
Thinking Its influence was on the wane.
Then my son called me to the television,
And we saw It had become a star again.
We thought that we might meet It years ago,
But the formalites were not completed.
The footman took our cards and then
Prior to the introductions, It retreated.
But after sabbatical It has, perhaps, returned
Even if not in the expected way.
And at our bars and dinner parties It
now tends to dominate the things we say.
It may be waiting in the street outside,
We wonder if It's going to pay a call,
Feeling perverse relief, and an odd pride -
Are we really going to meet It after all?
Author notes
Written September 21st, 2006
A contest entry
- This Contest Is In Honor Of 9/11 by Kari.
1200 points, ended October 4, 2008, 35 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Tribute To 9/11 by Talking Toni.
1200 points, ended October 11, 2008, 40 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - "TERRORISM" by rinzurajan.
800 points, ended March 17, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Inspired by September 11 2001 by Rhymeeverytime.
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What did you think
Comments
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Very good. Nicely done. Fourth stanza is terrific.


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ahaaa...a poem done very intelligently...!!!
u did deserve the gold...
good luck

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Wonderful Poem!!
I thought I would stop by and say hello and here is this amazing poem to read. Ironic I read about "It" the day after our election. The results of which have me more worried then ever about IT returning with a vengence with our guard down.
Your words are very true and should be heeded by many, not just Americans.
I hope all has been well with you. Take care.
Sandy


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Excellent
Very powerful...
It's strange, but It's happening for real - whether It's true or not!
How times change, but revolve around the same handful of ideas about It...perhaps dressed differently!
It's a hero again? But sure to fade out, and be back after a while?
Who knows???
Quite thought-provoking.

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Good Idea...
adding the left out stanza..so many felt that way and it did become a star again...how profound!!!! -
An Interesting Take....
on 9/11 and all that surrounds it. AN make no mistake "IT" is still lurking out there waiting for the perfect opportunity which "IT" hasn't found in the past seven years...but if we AMericans make the wrong choice in leadership, "IT" will return with a vengence!!! This was an amazing take as I said before and I thank you for your entry~ the best of luck in my contest!!!~~Toni~~
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This was really deep.
Thanks for your entry
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Thought provoking, and a very wonderful take on the prompt of honoring our heros. We still have fear and war as a daily part of lives since 9/11.
Thank you for the entry.
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This is very thought provoking. Thank you for posting this. It has something about it which lingers in the mind. Applause from me, anyway!

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God Kevin. Altough I wouldn't have guessed what "it was...But now that I know This became excellant. Unique in that sense which made it good.
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Only kidding!
I make plenty of typos myself! And i do appreciate your commentsd most sincerely. -
Thank you
I am not actually a god but thank you for your kind words.
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Dear Barb, Thank you for your comment. Talking of visits, I am planning to retire at the end of June next year and go travelling. Perhaps we'll meet ...
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It has been changing itself again, lurking in far off lands, changing its spots but it's going to come back with avengance but in disguise so not many will see it coming until it's too late. Mind you horrid as it seems i think we are long overdue its visit, it humbles a man and turns inward selfish thoughts back out again.
Barb -
Though I don't write in rhyme and therefore not conversant in it, I do believe you are dead-on here. And, too, it is a nice narrative. Keep up the good writing.
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Thank you, Pozo.
"It" is war and terror. -
I've not read the poem by Peter Kocan. This was an interesting and intriguing poem, I'm still not sure what 'it' was. Keep writing, I like the narrative here. Good use of rhyme here
All the best
Pozo
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Thank you for your kind comment. As acknowledged, it it written after an idea by the Australian poet Peter Kocan, who has written powerfully on the same thing.
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Worth reading twice, or thrice or maybe more
I'll hide it in my secret store.
Edited on Sep 21, 11:41 p.m. because ''.
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