My days are filled with noise;
the rattle and clatter,
the growl and roar
of urban life--rife
with sound, devoid of content.
That there's no style, no poise,
does it really matter?
No flair or intellect--
all seems purposeless, a mess
with no governing intent.
And should I add my jaded voice
to the useless chatter?
A modern Tower of Babel,
at odds with God's
plan...or his consent.
A contest entry
- ANYTHING .... but. by written-in-ink.
1000 points, ended October 19, 2008, 17 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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wow
so true
very nicely written
i feel you i really do
thank you so much for sharing
and good luck in my contest -
As always you spill ink musically, posing a conundrum for us, do we strive to rise above the wailing or simply join in the tuneless regaling?
Nice to have you back in the building Bill, was worried about you.
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A tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury...
(no, not your poem - that's pure Bill!)
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Very Good!
And yes; you should add your voice.
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Bill
I must say this fine piece surprises me a bit. You the eternal optimist voicing doubt? lol But you know I love it for I can feel it my poet friend.
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