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Bach To The Future

There's plenty of the fang around to kiss the open sore,
Plenty of "miss thang" around in case you need a whore.
There's always someone waiting for a handout in this town,
pardon me if I don't see how not to be let down.

Rising from this defecation, like an obelisk of stone
I get the realization that we all walk all alone;
but once inside a memory I wept a while for you,
seeing all life's fallacy and what we all go through.

Pardon me if I don't see the reason you're so glad;
I've had my pleasant season, but it left when life went mad.
Searching for a reason, I am ready for the end,
how can life be pleasing if you cannot find a friend?

Youth declines to ages past, where memories can cry;
and life just runs away so fast without a reason why,
some will smile and laugh a while, but all will come to tears;
I thought mine would wait a while, but it's been many years.

Boredom will not fill the hole that love has left undone,
but what of all the self control that ran, but has not won?
My right hand held the hurricane, my left hand raised the tide;
but life has made my mind insane, while love had chose to hide.

Effort?  Please, I bend no knee to wasted energy;
boredom is the lack of insight, selfishness; I see.
There is no wasted effort more than love that is denied;
no hope of resurrection for the heart so crucified.


Author notes

Contest entry - rebuttal to the prompt:
“In order to live free and happily you must sacrifice boredom. It is not always an easy sacrifice." by Richard Bach

He's barely half right...in order to live, one must sacrifice boredom, since it is simple laziness. To live free and happily takes real love, and the realization of real love, nothing less. Maybe a lot of things can replace love for a while, but nothing achieved in life can do what love can. Inside the gates of a concentration camp where the sign on the front door said "work makes you free" Anne Frank spoke of other things.

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  • Topaze gold member
    December 3, 2008
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    Very well done, a powerful piece, my best wishes.


  • butterflywriter
    December 2, 2008
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    Awesome entry...

    Your passion and voice so powerful. A pleasure as always. P


  • Silent Cougar Moderators member
    December 2, 2008

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    WOW,, what can I say...
    You have written in my eyes, a masterpiece. It may not be what I was looking for, but does sit well within the confines of the prompt. Brings you to realise that not all moments of boredom can be that of self doing. A very cleverly written poetic entry with perfect ryhme and rythme.
    One that makes you sit back and think a while.
    Thank you for entering this, even as a rebuttal.

    • zorman32
      December 2, 2008
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      I don't mean to be contrary, but sometimes it's not a matter of boredom at all, it's more a matter of being tired of trying...looks the same I suppose, acts the same for sure. Glad you enjoyed the read...again, sorry to be contrary.

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