Life is a party and masquerade full of passion,
Celebrating vociferously the living and the parting.
Rumors, laughters, tears, moans and screams,
the bacchanals of our long or short existence.
Some are walking proud with their stunning attires,
Displaying their magnificent jewelry and chattels.
Others are modest, shy of their social statute
A few eye and try to emulate the prosperous.
There are the masters, there are the servants,
interacting with some, seeking the esteem of others.
Everybody is scrutinizing everyone.
Cups of bitter wine of pain we drink,
followed by goblets of champagne of delight.
We drink to life sourness and sweetness.
All of us must drink, each in different proportions.
We get drunk with pleasure or intoxicated with soreness.
We dance to the waltz of love and exuberance.
We rock in a trance to forget.
Our hearts can bleed, but the party goes on.
We strip our souls on occasion to slow melodies.
We hug each other over the tunes of our wounded souls.
Overtime we expose our spirits to the sun of goodness.
At times we shroud ourselves in the black clouds of evil.
It is a masquerade do not forget,
And the fiesta goes on,
till our hour to depart comes
we leave either in contentment or regret.
In a list
A contest entry
- hidden agenda by Randomly Beautiful.
300 points, ended October 18, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - The Joke of Life by bookworm987.
400 points, ended April 11, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
-
Thanks so much for entering.
-
wisdom
Often in life it seems we forget who we are or what our station may be. In a world of material wants there are times when a long look in the mirror is needed. But then the elitist have thier Coney Island [trick]type of mirrors as the world just goes on and on. But in the end we all meet the same fate. Much wisdon penned here poet.
-
Superb plus
Ah, 'tis a very fine write indeed with a very smooth flow from beginning to end. Reminds me somehow of one I wrote called "Bottle of Wine". Yes, I used the title of an old Tom Paxton song as the title for my poem, a link in a moment. Here's the link:
http://allpoetry.com/poem/3559534 -
Rumors, laughters, tears, moans and screams,
the bacchanals of our long or short existence.
Some are walking proud with their stunning attires,
Excellent wording, and getting it right is difficult sometimes when you're muse gets you. We all must drink, I liked that a lot.
Really good read, blessings always.
jin
Adding your comment:
