For Arthur the bash would never end
one long toast to riches as a game,
joking to hide his need for a friend
happily sipping to subdue his pain.
Riding through the day in gold’s array
wealth not bring peace to his heart
slurred inebriated words his verbal ballet,
suppressing the ache that didn’t go away.
Softly his soul spoke its deep sincerity
over the falsity of his treasure façade
cocktails used to maintain truth’s clarity
in New York city’s concrete esplanade.
Amid his wandering through the hours
love found a way to enter his world
not by the princess of ruthless powers,
but by a maiden Cupid’s plans unfurled.
In the end, the real bounty of life upheld
as this prosperity’s party knight found his crown
in the arms that riches hadn’t dispelled
finding true happiness to replace money’s frown.
A contest entry
- Quickie: Picture Inspiration by Frodofan.
475 points, ended October 12, 2008, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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Very cool. I think "Arthur" is a great flick and enjoyed this piece. You have a lot of original rhymes in here, which I appreciate.
Thanks for entering.
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interesting poem. Thanks for sharing this.
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a brilliant take on the promt I loved stanza three and four especialy the last two lines of the last stanza good luck in the contest
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You did it again this has to be gold! good luck in the contest!!
In the end, the real bounty of life upheld
as this prosperity’s party knight found his crown
in the arms that riches hadn’t dispelled
finding true happiness to replace money’s frown
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